The little girl was very earnest, like a dried-up sponge trying to absorb water, or like a blade of grass in a crack in a rock, striving to grow by seizing every bit of sunshine and rain.
Shui Qing was very pleased.
I'm not afraid of children being eager to learn; I'm afraid of children not learning at all.
This hardworking, diligent, and ambitious young girl—if she were born into a Chinese family, countless parents would cherish her like a precious treasure...
Fan Zhaodi looked at Shui Qing with bright, loving eyes.
She obediently held her booklet, standing behind her two older sisters, waiting to be checked.
Just as Shui Qing reached out to take the booklet from Fan Zhaodi, a deafening banging came from the courtyard gate.
It was less like knocking and more like banging on the door.
It clanged and banged without any politeness.
The four people in Yan Qiu's room frowned simultaneously.
It's the middle of a hot afternoon, who would come at this time?
Moreover, such a way of knocking on the door is extremely impolite; even the villagers of Shanshui Village wouldn't be so rude.
Fan Jiang and Fan He lived close to the courtyard gate. When they heard the banging on the door, they ran over to ask what was wrong, and then Fan He quickly ran towards Yan Qiu's house.
Butcher Hu, Ling Ran, Bai Ziqian, and others also came out of the house and looked towards the hanging flower gate.
Fan Jiang waited a while before opening the door.
"Mother, elder sister, quickly help your younger sister lie down on the bed, your uncle is here!" Fan He said hurriedly as he ran into the room.
While talking, he urged Fan Zhaodi to lie on the bed and pretend that her leg injury hadn't healed yet.
Yan Qiu and Xing Hui were also in a hurry; one lifted the blanket, and the other helped to grab a pillow and lean against the headboard.
After spending a month together, eating and drinking together, reading and working together, he subconsciously included Fan Zhaodi among his own people.
Instead of taking over all the household chores when she went back with Fan Qian, all she received was a barrage of insults.
Fan Jiang opened the gate, followed by two lean old men.
"You don't even know to greet your great-uncle? You have no manners!" Uncle Huang glared fiercely at Fan Jiang and cursed.
As soon as Uncle Huang entered the door, he looked around and kept making clicking noises.
Fan Jiang stepped aside and looked at his eldest uncle and two maternal uncles.
He had seen it before, but couldn't remember it clearly; he only vaguely felt that it looked familiar.
After scolding Fan Jiang, Uncle Huang also began to look around the house.
Upon closer inspection, they were stunned.
The house has three bright and spacious main rooms, with two small rooms right next to each other on either side. These small rooms are probably even bigger than the main room of the house!
There are three side rooms on the left and right sides, and the three rooms on just one side are better and bigger than their entire house!
Upon entering, there were five spacious and tidy rooms in a row. Strange, with so many rooms, wouldn't each of his children and grandchildren have their own room if they lived in his house?
Moreover, these houses are connected by corridors, so they are protected from rain and sun.
Every room is made of blue bricks and gray tiles, and the woodshed is no exception.
Even the ground is paved with rough bricks and bluestone slabs, what a waste of good things.
None of his uncles' houses had rough bricks or bluestone paving, yet Fan Jin used them to pave the courtyard!
Uncle Huang's face darkened. He glanced at Fan He beside him, adopted the air of an elder, and said in a haughty manner, "Where's your father? Your own uncle has arrived. Why don't you let him come out to greet you!"
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