"My sister made a big pot of pheasant stew. Come and try it and see how it tastes."

Mingyu didn't say anything. Li Mengyue saw how happily he ate and knew he was satisfied.

Seeing how much her brother enjoyed the food she cooked, she felt a sense of accomplishment, which was even happier than completing a super difficult task.

When Mingyu had almost finished eating, Li Mengyue dropped a "blockbuster bomb".

"Mingyu, how about I send you and your brother to school?"

Mingyu, who was eating chicken, accidentally choked and rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Cough cough cough."

Li Mengyue quickly patted his back and gave him some water to drink. After a while, Li Mingyu finally came to his senses and could no longer eat the food in the bamboo bowl.

Seeing that her brother choked so badly because of her, Li Mengyue felt a rare sense of guilt, and her words were very weak: "Brother, I didn't mean it. This is all your fault. You are already a six-year-old child, and you can still choke while eating."

Li Mingyu had no intention of blaming his sister, but he was really surprised by what she said.

After all, given their family's financial situation, it was impossible for them to support a child's education, let alone send him and his younger brother to academy, so he couldn't believe it.

There is another point, which was proposed by his sister, and it made him look forward to it.

From the moment his sister came home, everything she did was beyond his imagination. Maybe his sister could really send him and his brother to school.

You know, studying has always been his obsession. He believes that he can read well and is not a blockhead. He can pass the imperial examination to become a scholar, become the pride of the Li family, and make his grandfather no longer just see his uncle in his eyes.

But he didn't dare to believe it easily, he really didn't want to suffer another blow.

Li Mengyue looked at Mingyu's silence, not knowing whether he was pleased or not. She also wondered if she was too hasty and spoke too directly, and should be more tactful.

“Sister, I want to study, but the money our family brings in is just…”

"Oh, I thought something was wrong with you, and that you made me worry. It's just some money, don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"Sister, can I trust you?" Li Mingyu said cautiously.

"Of course, if you don't trust me, who else can you trust? Remember, I'll always have your back."

No matter how mature Li Mingyu's thinking is, he is only a six-year-old child and cannot control his emotions well.

After receiving a positive answer from my sister, tears suddenly flowed down my face.

"Mingyu, why are you crying?"

"No, sister, you are mistaken. Sand got into your eyes."

Li Mengyue looked around and saw that the leaves on the trees were motionless, there was not a trace of wind, and the weather was extremely hot and humid.

Instead of refuting her arrogant brother, she simply agreed with him, "Oh! It's definitely the sand's fault."

He touched his brother's head and rubbed it, making Li Mingyu's soft hair messy.

Li Mingyu felt uncomfortable when his sister touched his head. He twisted his body and then stood still obediently, letting his sister touch him enough.

Seeing her brother so well behaved, Li Mengyue felt so soft-hearted that she said softly, "Okay, I won't be collecting firewood today. You hold the dishes and chopsticks, and I'll carry these firewood on my back."

“Sister, I’ll send the dishes home, and I’ll carry them with you.”

"Why, do you look down on me? These firewoods are nothing to me, don't worry."

Seeing that he couldn't win the argument with his sister, Li Mingyu simply took the bowl and chopsticks, stood there, and waited for his sister to leave together.