"People who are used to farming may be a bit stubborn. When you teach people, be patient and don't look down on them. Don't turn a good thing into a bad thing."
At this moment, Huang Xiaosan finally understood why his own grandfather had said that.
Teaching these immortals well would probably take a lot of effort.
Huang Xiaosan wasn't familiar with these people, but he knew them.
According to seniority, they are indeed my cousins.
The three with physical disabilities usually stay at home except when they go out to work in the fields. Their presence is not strong and they are easily overlooked.
If he hadn't run into them today, he would never have imagined that there were these people in the village.
Composing himself, Huang Xiaosan forced a smile. "Cousins, if there's nothing else, let's begin now."
Huang Xiaosan was still a little unaccustomed to facing these abnormal people. However, they were all of the same clan and brothers. It was one thing for others to look down on them, but it was a bit unkind for their own family to act this way.
After mentally preparing myself, I forced a smile.
“Sure,” said the normal person in a high-pitched voice, “Thank you for your help, brothers.”
Old Master Huang was not used to seeing a grown man acting so effeminate.
“Don’t be shy,” he said, clenching his fist and clearing his throat. “The three of us will each teach one thing. I’ll start by teaching arithmetic, specifically how to do accounting.”
Upon hearing this, the normal person asked straightforwardly, "I can do accounting, can I skip learning it?"
"cannot."
"That's a waste of time."
"Okay, let me ask you a question," Huang Xiaosan said with a smile, not angry at all, "Do you know how to measure an acre of land?"
"One acre? The land already has markers buried in it, what's the point of measuring it?"
“The current landmarks are based on blocks, not acres. A block has only one landmark, which may be three acres or five acres.”
"What does it matter? It's our own land. As long as we can grow crops, there's no need to measure out an acre."
The grain from one acre of land is not enough to feed one person. Who would bother measuring this? That would be a waste of time.
“That’s not how you put it,” Huang Xiaosan retorted. “Everyone has times when they’re short of money. When they run out of cash, they might have to sell their land. But if you don’t know how to measure land, people might overcharge you for a few acres, you know that?”
"This..." The normal person B was speechless, silently lowered his head, and dared not argue.
"Alright, now let's teach arithmetic. First, we'll learn addition and subtraction. Here's the addition and subtraction table. Repeat after me: one plus one..."
When Old Man Huang announced the candidates for the training at the Huang family home, Jiang Nuan almost choked on her own saliva.
Grandma Jiang was puzzled and asked suspiciously, "What? Is there something wrong with the person?"
“Mother,” Jiang Nuan explained in a low voice, “These few haven’t been out much, so you wouldn’t know, but they all have some problems.”
Leaving aside the three with physical defects, the remaining two just look normal.
Just like Brother Huang's son, he seems normal, but he's actually stubborn and doesn't know how to think outside the box. If he thinks he's right, not even ten oxen could pull him back.
Of course, there was one thing he was very afraid of: his own father's whip.
Huang Song was impatient with arguing with his son. He said, "You can be stubborn if you want, but don't be afraid of getting a beating."
He was really ruthless; he hung people from trees and beat them until they admitted their mistakes.
Over time, I became afraid.
The other one is the only son of the third wife.
The yin energy in that house was severely imbalanced, and all the children born were girls, almost making seven fairy maidens before finally having this one only son.
Such a precious child cannot be harmed. The fortune teller said that raising him as a girl could ward off bad luck and ensure his survival into a male heir. So the third wife raised her son as a girl.
Wearing a skirt, with her hair in a bun, and adorned with silk flowers...
Even the way she addresses people has changed to "little sister".
Later, it went astray...
It took me a long time to accept that I'm a man, let alone change back...
Because of his androgynous behavior, even if there was a reason for it, he was not well-liked by others, let alone able to get married.
"Old man," Old Mrs. Huang said angrily, her face turning red, "what exactly do you want? Do you think our family hasn't caused enough trouble yet?"
It wasn't that she was malicious, but these children were indeed unsociable and not well-liked by the villagers.
One person is one thing, but there are six disabled people in the village, and half of them were taken here at once.
What will others think?
Why would so many able-bodied people choose these over other options?
Are normal people not clever? Or are they unworthy?
"I didn't expect this either," Old Huang explained, rubbing his nose. "They were chosen by their family. I only said one person from each family, but who would have thought..."
He was also speechless when he learned the situation.
You should decline; even a fool would know he dislikes someone else's son.
The second branch is now the clan leader, and they can't go back on their word. What can they do but swallow their pride and accept it?
Looking back, it's good that such people learn skills, can earn their own living, and won't have to depend on others for survival after their parents pass away.
That's considered doing a good deed.
"As the saying goes, parents' hearts are always full of love and worry," Jiang Nuan sighed softly. "These parents probably just want their son to have one more way to survive."
If the Huang family was not well-liked in the past, these people suffered blatant discrimination, which is why they avoided coming out whenever possible.
Except for Huang Sige's youngest son, although he was a bit stubborn, he had no other problems and was efficient at his work.
The consequence of this is that people become increasingly withdrawn, commonly known as being dull or taciturn.
“That’s right,” Old Man Huang immediately chimed in. “That’s what their parents meant. The others are all able-bodied and strong, and they have land at home. As long as they are diligent, they won’t starve. They are different. They are indeed obedient, but they don’t know how to adapt. They need to be told what to do when they go to work in the fields. Even if they have a hundred acres of land, they don’t know how to take care of it.”
It's all thanks to being born a boy, and the good customs of Huangjiakou, otherwise, how could I have such a good life?
The girl has a defect; she was born to die.
People with bad social customs, who are seen as jinxes or nemesis, can no longer stay in the village.
Their village is small, but it has the most disabled people in the surrounding area. It's not because the village has bad feng shui, but because other villages simply wouldn't keep people like that.
It was a terrible thing, but no matter what, it was still a life. Fortunately, Huangjiakou didn't do anything so despicable.
However, once people stay, gossip and idle chatter are inevitable.
“You can’t say that,” Old Mrs. Huang retorted. “As long as their lineage hasn’t been cut off, they’ll always have enough to eat. It’s not like they can’t work, so why don’t they have a way to make a living?”
“That’s simple,” Grandma Jiang said. “It’s not that I don’t trust my son, but that I don’t trust my daughter-in-law. An older brother can’t just watch his younger brother starve to death, but a sister-in-law might not.”
Don't end up working yourself to the bone for your family, only to not get a decent meal and be beaten all the time.
It wasn't that she thought too darkly of people, but rather that such things were not uncommon at all; some people even sold out their sisters-in-law and brothers-in-law, let alone just tormenting them.
Besides, it's pointless to hit or scold; once the door is closed, nobody knows what's going on inside.
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