Qian Xingshan was happy at first, but then his shoulders slumped. He thought, he was already so old, why should he go to school?

Zhao Xiaoling widened her eyes. They actually asked her to go to school. Aren’t only boys allowed to go to school?

Zhao Qingfeng looked unhappy. Why wasn't he allowed to go to school?

Qian Yu felt sad because she saw the joy in her son's heart. For so many years, the family had not been able to send him to school.

Now his sister is willing to send him, but... Chunhua has three children and is the sole burden on the family, so how can she bear it?

Qian Chunhua ignored everyone's thoughts and announced directly, "Tomorrow all three of you will go to Master Qian's school. These are your books. Take good care of them."

After Qian Chunhua finished speaking, he took out three sets of pens, ink, paper and inkstone from his backpack, and gave each person one set.

In addition to pens, ink, paper and inkstone, Qian Chunhua took out three school bags from the backpack.

When in the county town, Qian Chunhua saw some people carrying backpacks, but the backpacks were made of different materials, some were wooden book boxes, like the one Zhao Qingyun carried.

Some are woven from bamboo, some are sewn from linen, and even worse, some are made of silk.

Since backpacks have become available in this era, Qian Chunhua has so many of them in his space that he can take them out. This time, Qian Chunhua took out an ordinary canvas backpack.

The one given to Qian Xingshan is khaki, the ugliest.

The one given to Zhao Qingsong was navy blue, which was just barely acceptable.

The one given to Zhao Xiaoling was light green, which was uglier, but some little girls liked it.

These bags were bought by Qian Chunhua directly from the boss's warehouse when she was stockpiling goods. As for why Qian Chunhua stockpiled bags in the first place, she didn't know at that time. Maybe she was out of her mind. But now they are of great use.

The three of them took the bag in bewilderment.

Except for Qingsong, who started packing books into his bag, the other two were still standing there in a daze.

Qingsong didn't know how to use the zipper of the bag, but after Qian Chunhua briefly explained it, Qingsong learned it in seconds. The simple and convenient zipper made Qingsong sigh inwardly, wondering how much money his mother had spent.

Zippers were not available in this era. Qian Chunhua knew that this was a loophole, but it didn’t matter. The family used it themselves and hoped that everyone would not pay attention to this detail.

Qian Li looked at his daughter, then looked at his son who was still standing there stupidly, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Qian Xingshan was only now truly sure that his sister was not joking with him. He was ecstatic but also said shyly, "I'm already this old. If I go to school again, the people in the village will laugh at me, right?"

Qian Chunhua looked at Qian Xingshan with amusement, what a little brat, still making a fuss.

"You know the benefits of going to school. Your family didn't have the conditions to let you go to school before, but now you have the opportunity. Just grab it and be yourself. Why bother about others?"

After she finished speaking, Qian Chunhua looked at Zhao Xiaoling again. She was really heartbroken for her daughter. "Xiaoling, I let you go to school so that you can learn more knowledge and understand more truths from books."

Zhao Xiaoling nodded, not quite understanding. She accepted it faster than Qian Xingshan. Everyone in the village knew that it was good to go to school, and everyone wanted to go, but not everyone had this opportunity.

Now that her mother has provided her with this opportunity, Zhao Xiaoling feels that her mother loves her more than before.

Zhao Xiaoling started to pack her schoolbag with joy. Qingsong helped Xiaoling unzip her schoolbag and taught his sister how to zip it up.

Qian Xingshan recalled that before his father died, he often hugged him and said that he would send him to school when he grew up. Most of his childhood memories are vague.

I only remember clearly the time when I sat on my father's lap and heard him say he would send me to school. Unfortunately, when I grew up, my father was no longer around.