"What are you worried about? Owning land is the same as having money." Old Mrs. Chen poured a glass of water and pushed it in front of Lin Moniang.

Lin Moniang thanked her and picked up the water cup, but didn't drink it; she just used it to warm her hands.

“But there is no one in my family who can farm, and I am in poor health. Three acres of land is too much for me.”

"Didn't you grow your own food before? I don't think Ma Tiannian has any intention of helping you at all." Old Mrs. Chen curled her lip, looking down on that murderous bastard.

"He really hasn't done much farming; Lazybones always helps me. But I don't want Lazybones to keep farming..."

Lin Moniang spoke in a low, soft voice, as if she were talking to herself rather than to Old Lady Chen.

Grandma Chen looked at Su Yun'er, and Su Yun'er looked at Grandma Chen. Neither of them knew how to continue the conversation.

In Su Yun'er's opinion, if the land couldn't be fully cultivated, it would be better to sell it directly and get some money in hand.

If the land is left uncultivated for a long time, the price will naturally drop. If you force yourself to plant everything, but none of the fields will be cultivated well, it will all be a waste. If you only tend to a portion of the land and leave the rest uncultivated for a year, it will eventually fall into disrepair as well.

However, this is their family matter, and Su Yun'er and her mother-in-law are outsiders, so it's not appropriate for them to say anything about it.

"...I...I want Lan'er to study and take the college entrance exams..."

As she continued, Lin Moniang's voice became almost inaudible, and her face flushed red, as if she were saying that sending her son to school was something she should be ashamed of.

“Studying is a good thing,” Su Yun’er finally spoke up, expressing her approval.

Unexpectedly, Lin Moniang had the same idea as her.

Lin Moniang looked up, her expression full of surprise. She had never expected that Su Yun'er would agree with her idea.

But soon, her face flushed even more, and she lowered her head again.

"Lazy's father turned out like this because he never went to school and didn't study hard. I don't want Lazy to follow in his footsteps."

After Lin Moniang finished speaking, she bit her lower lip, her expression conflicted and struggling.

Su Yun'er immediately saw through her inner struggle. Although her idea was good, "lack of money" was a huge obstacle in front of her.

There wasn't much else to talk about. Lin Moniang was too introverted, and she had come today mainly to get Ma Xiaolan to apologize. Now that the matter was settled, the two of them went back.

But the three children had already run off to play together, so Lin Moniang left the Chen family on her own.

Grandma Chen watched Lin Moniang's figure disappear into the distance, sighed, and looked solemn. Su Yun'er felt that Grandma Chen was feeling sad.

"Could it be that she's thinking about her son?"

Su Yun'er guessed in her heart.

The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.

After Chen Shanhe was conscripted and taken away five or six years ago, there was no news of him since. Not to mention letters, he didn't even send back a single word.

The battlefield is merciless; he's probably already dead.

Anyway, everyone in Daliushu Village believed that Chen Shanhe had died on the battlefield and that Su Yun'er had become a young widow.

Now that she had made the decision to send Xiaoshu and Xiaocao to school, Su Yun'er decided to go to the city first, before the New Year holiday, to inquire about the admission standards, fees, and what she needed to prepare for the academy.

The next morning, after having breakfast, Su Yun'er set off for the city.

"Mother, I'm going out now." Su Yun'er and the children cleared the table together and said goodbye to Old Lady Chen.

"Okay, go ahead, but drive carefully."

"Mother, do you need me to bring anything back?" Su Yun'er asked.

"It's nothing." Old Mrs. Chen thought for a moment, "I'll take a few sugar cakes. There's a shop in Fushou Lane that makes really good sugar cakes; Shanhe used to buy them for me."

Su Yun'er agreed.

"Mom, I want a shuttlecock." Xiaocao pursed her lips, then looked at Su Yun'er with wide, pleading eyes.

Yesterday, Xiaocao played shuttlecock with the girls in the village. Because Xiaocao was good at it, the girls wouldn't let her play anymore, and the little girl was very sad.

"Okay, I'll buy a shuttlecock for Little Grass. Little Tree, what do you want?"

"Mom, I want a slingshot," Little Tree chuckled.

"Okay, bring a slingshot for Xiaoshu."

After ruffling the top of Xiaoshu's hair, Su Yun'er walked away.

As the year draws to a close, the city is bustling with activity, and people are everywhere shopping for New Year's goods.

While making inquiries, Su Yun'er went to check each academy one by one.

Yongning County was an attached county of Qingshui Prefecture. Although it was a county-level county, it did not have an independent county seat at that time. Instead, the county seat was attached to the prefectural city, namely Yongning City.

Yongning City was both Yongning County and the prefectural capital of Qingshui Prefecture.

For this reason, the county school of Yongning County was also located in Yongning City.

Su Yun'er walked until the afternoon, having roughly figured out the situation of all the academies in Yongning City.

There is one county school and four private academies in Yongning City.

All students admitted to these five schools must first complete their basic education.

"Enlightenment?" Su Yun'er walked out of the last academy, recalling the information the old man had told her earlier.

"The teachers at the academy would teach poetry and prose directly, without starting with the most basic character recognition. Instead, they would let the children have a foundation first, and then teach them the words and phrases they didn't know in class. Without this initial education, the children would inevitably fall behind the teachers' pace."

"Does our academy lack teachers capable of enlightening the children?"

"That's really not the case. Nowadays, the number of teachers in each academy is not large, and it's really impossible to spare too many people to start the children's education from scratch." The old man shook his head and stroked his beard.

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