Mu Yi'an, a teacher at an agricultural school, in her thirties, unmarried, nearly expelled from her family by her biological mother.
Jiang Shuyun, a high school political teacher, in her ...
However, this "six gifts of tuition" is not the so-called tuition fee. At Wanjuan Academy, Shao Ming needs to pay a separate "tuition fee" every month, and that is the tuition fee.
Everything was ready. Since Jiang Shuyun wasn't there, Mu Yi'an couldn't take him to become an apprentice. He had already spoken with Jiang's father beforehand, and he would take Shao Ming to become an apprentice himself.
Jiang's father arrived quite early. Shuqi drove over in a mule cart early in the morning, accompanied by Jiang's mother and Chutong.
"Father, Mother, come in quickly. You've worked so hard, coming all this way so early in the morning."
Mu Yi'an had no objections to Jiang's parents; they were considered enlightened patriarchs of an ancient family. Although Jiang's mother always thought that Jiang Shuyun and her siblings supported and helped each other and were doing well, she didn't make any demands that would put Mu Yi'an in a difficult position.
“What’s the hardship? Shao Ming is also our grandson. His going to become an apprentice is a big deal.”
Looking at Shao Ming, who was dressed neatly, Jiang's mother was surprised to see how much he had grown. His hair was tied up with a headband, and his gaze was firm. He looked really good!
Mr. Jiang looked serious, but there was a light in his eyes. He was happy; the younger generation of the Jiang family had taken another step forward. If they persisted like this, generation after generation, one day, the Jiang family would truly rise again!
When the time came, Jiang's father took Shao Ming and the apprenticeship gifts to the school.
Mu Yi'an instructed Li's wife to prepare a more lavish meal today.
When Jiang's father and the others returned, they all had smiles on their faces.
"Mother, the teacher said that classes will officially begin tomorrow."
"Okay, Mother understands. Our Shaoming is a good man!"
Mu Yi'an looked at the little guy who only reached her waist and was about to start studying hard. She felt a little reluctant, but she didn't say anything inappropriate. This was the rule of the game in ancient times. She had no power to change it, so she could only abide by it.