“You’re still a child, and children can be immature,” Su Jiaoniang said with a smile, having composed herself.

This made Xiao Futu feel a little guilty.

However, the next morning, Xiao Futu was not taken to Master Li's private school, but instead was taken to the field by Su Jiaoniang.

“Since you don’t want to study, then you should farm properly. There are top performers in every profession. Your father came from humble beginnings, so you should be a farmer too!” Su Jiaoniang had the same smile as yesterday. After she finished speaking, she tossed a small basket to Futu. The rented land could be planted now.

There's no trash to pick up these days.

Aside from farming, the only other way to train children to endure hardship is by collecting cow dung in the village.

However, the slightly older children in the village who were old enough to understand things couldn't do any fine physical labor, so they would carry manure baskets to collect cow dung, and whoever saw the cow dung first got to keep it.

Occasionally, they might even fight over a pile of shit.

Su Jiaoniang really wanted Futu to experience that kind of life. When the child grew up, she could tell him, "When you were little, you even got into a fight over a pile of cow dung."

But she wasn't really keen on setting an example, so she decided to stick to farming!

The chili seeds I gave to Huang Erlan yesterday sprouted after being soaked in water for a day and a night. These seeds can then be buried in the soil, planted, and left to harvest.

Planting is a repetitive, backbreaking labor that involves working from dawn till dusk.

Su Jiaoniang gave up after trying for a while. She could hit the bullseye every time she held a gun, she could lift heavy objects, and she could fight ten thieves at once. But farming under the scorching sun was a task that the organization had left behind that she had to complete. She couldn't hold on for long.

For Huang Erlan, farming was a routine matter. If he grew the chili peppers well and could harvest a batch before the snow, he would receive a reward. In addition to his basic monthly income of one tael of silver, he also had other sources of income.

One tael of silver a month, and six taels of silver in half a year.

This money is enough to get married, and Huang Erlan is full of energy just thinking about it.

Su Jiaoniang sat under the shade of a tree, enjoying the cool breeze.

Enjoy the cool breeze that the autumn wind brings.

Futu stared at a large jute leaf on his head, his swollen, bruised face occasionally turning to look in Su Jiaoniang's direction.

He's still a baby, he's only five years old, why should he go to farm?

Trying to pull his feet out of the warm soil, Futu was glared at by someone under the shade of a tree. He immediately squatted down and placed the seed in the moist soil.

Time passed second by second, and Fu Tu, who used to farm, became a mess. Fu Tu, who could support seven or eight people by selling medicine and renting out a small courtyard, gave up.

He didn't want to suffer.

However, when he looked back at Song Shichu, his mother wouldn't budge, so he could only continue working, bending over and stuffing the seeds into the soil one by one.

"Take a rest!" Su Jiaoniang said, and Xiao Futu immediately ran out of the ground and sat down to rest under the shade of a tree.

As for Huang Erlan, he didn't feel tired. He was just planting a seed in the soil. What was so tiring about that? If anything was more tiring than harvesting wheat.

Su Jiaoniang was very satisfied to see that Huang Er was working diligently.

People from the countryside are, at their core, down-to-earth and hardworking.

Time passed second by second, and the sky turned black.

Su Jiaoniang brought the exhausted Lu Futu home.

As the autumn wind blew by, a slight chill filled the air, and Su Jiaoniang felt it. She recited Li Bai's famous poem about the autumn wind.

The slumped-on-the-ground Buddha stiffened for a moment, only to hear Su Jiaoniang say, "Since you enjoy writing poetry so much, then write a poem that can rival the 'Autumn Wind' poem. If you can't..."

Fu Tu felt a chill run down his spine, and he never boasted about himself again.

The lie I told was so easily exposed.

He was far inferior to the infallible self he was in his dreams.

If only they were a little smarter.

Little Buddha desperately wanted to become smarter, so that he could do whatever he wanted every day and wouldn't have to farm. He never wanted to farm in his life.

The next morning, with the marks on his face still fresh, Futu walked to the neighboring village on his own.

A proper day at school begins.

Master Li originally intended to punish the child, but upon seeing Futu's bruised and swollen face and pitiful expression, he suddenly found himself unable to reach out.

Seeing such a beautiful woman beat her child like this, Master Li found himself unable to find a suitable word to describe it.

You can't say that the most vicious heart is that of a woman.

When the lesson began, Futu was dizzy and confused. Master Li's lesson was very boring. He read the introductory texts along with Futu, swaying his head as he read, and then had Futu write them down.

It's monotonous and boring.

...

Su Jiaoniang counted the money in her hand, thinking about what else she could do to increase her income. When she thought of Madam Feng in the county town, she began to wonder if that person had forgotten about the cake business.

Don't put all your eggs in one basket.

She couldn't rely solely on cakes to get rich; she had to think of other ways to make money without spending any money.

How about I break a boulder with my chest?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lu Wujiu teaching Changsheng. The Regent was teaching very practical things. He truly deserves to be a Regent; he explains things in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Lu Wujiu came out of the study, and Su Jiaoniang stopped him. After considering her words, she finally abandoned her usual refined manner and said, "You beat the Buddha a couple of days ago. From now on, I'll handle disciplining the child. It's not that I don't want you to hit him, but this child has some personality issues. Children are young, and whether they like or resent their family, their feelings are unbreakable. But you are the Regent... If he resents you, he might kill you when he grows up!"

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