Qiao Wanyue shook her head. "Do you know the capital?"
"I know, everyone has talked about Tiananmen Square in Beijing."
Qiao Wanyue nodded. "She used to work there. When the siege first started, she was among the first people to protect the ancient buildings. Her family members were all first-generation revolutionaries who sacrificed their lives."
"If she's really that amazing, why is she still..." Although she didn't finish her sentence, Qiao Wanyue knew what she wanted to say.
Qiao Wanyue patiently said, "Brothers, this Teacher Mo is more knowledgeable than everyone in our village combined. If you can put aside your prejudices and learn from her..."
"Maybe in the future I'll earn more money drawing blueprints myself than you guys do manual labor."
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard they could make more money.
"Really?"
Qiao Wanyue nodded, "Old Mo just has a bad temper, but as long as everyone admits their mistakes and corrects them, and asks questions when they don't understand, Old Mo will patiently teach them. Besides, think about it, isn't teaching you better than her doing farm work?"
Her anger just now was only because no one listened to her. If anyone asks a question they don't understand, Mr. Mo will answer it.
"I understand. Intellectuals have strong tempers, so we should be more accommodating to her," said Secretary Guo's son with a smile.
Qiao Wanyue explained it this way.
He stopped being angry.
"Brother Guo, thank you for your trouble."
He smiled sheepishly, "I was being narrow-minded. I thought you looked down on such a bad teacher because you were the one who led the way in disobeying. Turns out you wanted to do better. I'll listen to her."
With the outside matter resolved, Qiao Wanyue went inside.
Mo Li sat there eating lunch, a plate of braised food, which she held with her fingers, with a piece of toilet paper next to her arm, which she would wipe her fingertips with from time to time.
Old Hu cursed inwardly, calling it a sham of cleanliness.
But he dared not say it.
"Teacher Mo, the villagers outside haven't received any professional training, so we're troubling you."
Mo Li wasn't ungrateful; she had heard everything Qiao Wanyue said. In fact, she stopped being angry when she saw the food; she was now under someone else's roof.
Those people had no right to treat her however they wanted.
But when she was cursing, those people didn't say a word in rebuttal, their faces turned red, and none of them even turned and left.
Her anger subsided.
"My attitude was wrong just now. I was dizzy from hunger and had a bad temper. I'll go and tell them to work after I've eaten." Mo Li made up an excuse casually.
She just has a bad temper.
It can't be changed.
Old Hu twitched his lips.
This woman actually reflected on her actions.
"Miaomiao, do you have any extra pastries?" Qiao Wanyue called out.
Yang Miaomiao came out carrying a plate of mung bean cakes. "Yes, these are freshly made. Everyone, please have a taste."
The little girl cheerfully presented the plate to Old Hu and Old Mo. Her father had told them that everyone in the cowshed was destined for greatness; although they had fallen from grace, they would rise again sooner or later.
She needs to treat people with utmost respect.
"Try it, and if it doesn't taste right, give Miaomiao feedback."
Mo Li pinched a small piece of pastry, which melted in her mouth. It had the chewy texture of glutinous rice, the aroma of flour, and the fragrance of mung beans. Although it couldn't compare to what she had eaten abroad years ago, it was still considered top-notch.
"tasty."
Qiao Wanyue also took a bite, her eyes lighting up. "Who made this?"
"Aunt Wenrui, she just finished making it."
Qiao Wanyue: "Let's add this to our next batch of pastries, the star of the show."
She joked.
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