Uncle Li said, "Qing'an's wife, you are so smart. I have been farming all my life, using whatever I have. I never thought that these farm tools I have used since I was a child could be upgraded."
"This new farm tool looks really useful. With it, I can clear two acres of wasteland all by myself!"
"Meng Zhao, we are so grateful to you! You have really done a huge favor for Shenjia Village!"
Meng Zhao humbly replied, "This is not my achievement. I don't have such great abilities. The improvements to these farm tools were all learned from books."
Shen Atian looked puzzled. "In the book? The book is full of teachings on how to write poetry, how could it possibly teach how to farm?"
Meng Zhao retorted, "Who said books are all about teaching poetry? There's so much knowledge in books! They teach not only farming, but also cooking, weaving, and all sorts of other things. As the saying goes, 'In books, there are houses of gold; in books, there are beauties like jade.' Only by reading and learning to read can one see further."
No sooner had he finished speaking than someone nearby quickly chimed in, "The Shen family is truly remarkable. Not only did they produce a scholar like Shen Qinghe, but Qing'an's wife is also a scholar, knowing so much."
Meng Zhao smiled awkwardly upon hearing the praise. In modern times, she had studied for more than ten years and had the title of a scholar, so she wasn't ashamed of it.
Hearing Meng Zhao's words, Shen Atian felt as if a boulder had been thrown into his heart, stirring up a thousand waves. Previously, when Li Xing'er wanted Shen Dali to study, he was full of disgust. In his mind, studying was only for becoming an official.
But out of all the people in the world who study, how many of them can become officials? Their family are farmers; sending their children to school is like throwing money into the sea—there will be no return whatsoever.
But he never expected that the book contained so much information, and that studying was not just about becoming an official, but could also lead to other career paths.
Like Meng Zhao, who can cook, run a shop, and now even make some new farm tools, could it be that studying is really that good?
Meng Zhao had no idea how many people's words had planted the seeds of reading in her mind. All she knew was that everyone was enthusiastic and, once the village head returned, they couldn't wait to pay their deposits and go to the fields to put their skills to use.
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