Qian Chunhua was unaware of what Qian's mother and Qian Xingshan were thinking.

She was considering whether she should hire a few servants for her own family.

The people who lived in these houses were all from families of status in the city. Qian Chunhua didn't want others to think that her family was special or be looked down upon.

This is just one of the reasons.

Another crucial reason was that the family also needed a carriage. Qian Chunhua was worried that her children would be looked down upon in the academy, and it would be inconvenient for her if she had to ride a horse to pick up the children all the time.

No one in the family knows how to drive a carriage. Qian Chunhua can drive, but she really can't drive a carriage.

But Qian’s mother would definitely not agree.

Qian Chunhua will take Qian's mother's thoughts into consideration, but she will not sacrifice herself or her three children for Qian's mother's sake.

After dinner, Qian's mother washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, while Qian Xingshan fetched water from the courtyard and carried the water into the kitchen.

There are two large water tanks in the kitchen, which provide water for the family for a day. Qian Xingshan is responsible for filling the two water tanks with water every day.

Looking at his younger brother who had to fetch water after a hard day's work and was carrying buckets of water to the kitchen without any sense of tiredness, Qian Chunhua shook his head in amusement.

Qian Chunhua took her three children back to the study room in the backyard.

There are two study rooms in the backyard, just right for two people to share one.

Qingsong and Qingfeng share a study room, Qian Chunhua and Xiaoling share a study room.

Seeing the waste paper on the desk in the study, Xiao Ling was very curious, "Mom, are these all the calligraphy you practiced?"

Qian Chunhua nodded and smiled, "Yes, my handwriting is not good, I need to practice more."

Qingsong Qingfeng from next door heard the noise and came over.

"Let me see what mother wrote." Qingfeng jumped into the study room lively and picked up the calligraphy that Qian Chunhua had practiced in the afternoon.

These were the first few pieces of paper Qian Chunhua practiced on. Their handwriting was the worst, and they were left outside for a few other kids to see.

The worst in Qian Chunhua's heart is the best in Qingfeng's eyes.

"Mom, your handwriting is so beautiful." Qingfeng praised.

Qingsong took a look and nodded. Although these words were worse than those written by Master Qian, and could not catch up with those of the masters in the academy, they were still better than his own.

"Mom, your handwriting is better than mine." Qingsong praised sincerely.

Qian Chunhua smiled and said, "I just want to practice more. You can teach me how to write when you go home. I plan to write a storybook."

Qingsong had heard his mother talk about it last time. He knew that his mother was a good storyteller and had many stories. If he wrote them down, there would surely be many people who would like to read them.

However, Qingsong knew that her mother was illiterate and could not write.

Is it possible to learn it now?

Qian Chunhua understood the doubt in Qingsong's eyes and said, "It's better to learn slowly than not learn at all."

Qingsong suddenly realized that the teacher also said that if we work hard and make progress every day, we will eventually succeed.

Mother is my role model.

The four of them, mother and her two children, were in the study, each doing their own thing, but all of them were extremely serious.

Even the naughty Qingfeng sat next to Qingfeng obediently and completed the homework assigned to him by the teacher.

After finishing his homework, Qingsong took his younger brothers and sisters to practice the task that Master Lu Qing had left for them before the battle, squatting in horse stance for half an hour every day.

While the children were squatting in horse stance, Qian Chunhua also practiced whip techniques. With the deepening of practice, Qian Chunhua gradually got a feel for it.

The long whip in his hand seemed to have a soul. He swung the whip at will and hit wherever he pointed.

Unlike at the beginning, the whip was limp, like a rope, and it took a lot of effort to wield it.

Qian Chunhua fell in love with this feeling. The long whip seemed to be one with himself. The long whip could immediately understand what he was thinking and could hit the target accurately.

Finally, Qian Xingshan, who had finished carrying water, came in.

He happily followed his three nephews and practiced horse stance.

After finishing the horse stance, several people practiced separately, and Xiaoling practiced with a long whip.

Qian Xingshan took the three little ones to practice swordsmanship.

For fear that the long swords might injure people, they usually practiced with small wooden sticks.

At this time, everyone was dancing with their wooden sticks vigorously.

Only the naughty monkey Qingfeng was dancing with a wooden stick, imagining that he was Sun Wukong fighting monsters.