As he approached, he heard someone call his name. The village chief was secretly pleased, but he had to pretend to be calm and said, "What do you mean you already knew?"
"Look, it's all in the newspapers that An'an got the top score in the province! As her uncle, you must know!"
The village chief then showed a look of sudden realization, "Oh, you mean this? What's so surprising about that? Our An'an is naturally smart and quick-witted, so it's only right that she won the provincial top score."
“Actually, An’an usually has a lot of things to do. She not only has to take care of two children, but also takes on translation work for a newspaper, plus preparing for exams. But even so, it didn’t stop her from getting the top score in the province. What does that show? It shows that she is smart.”
"She did call me after the results came out, but she's a low-key person and just wants to make her own family happy, so I didn't tell anyone else about it."
At first he kept a straight face, but as he talked, he became very animated.
Seeing this, the others could only be envious, since they didn't have such powerful relatives.
"Village chief, how exactly did that educated youth Gu study? Do you have any tips to share? My son gets a headache as soon as he looks at a book, and he scratches his head when he does problems. It's really worrying me to death."
"Who says otherwise! He even broke a broom. The kid can do everything else, but he won't read books or do his homework. The teacher said that if he continues like this, he won't be allowed to continue his studies."
"Sigh, every time I see someone else's well-behaved child, I wish I could switch places with them. Why are people so different?"
"Aixia, don't say that. You only see how good other people's children are. Why don't you see that their parents are also more capable than ours?"
Upon hearing this, the villagers who had been growing bitter gourds all looked dejected, as if they had been struck in the chest by an arrow and felt like they wanted to vomit blood.
After everyone had finished speaking, the village chief said, "How should I put it when it comes to studying? Both talent and hard work are required. My An'an has both, which is why she was able to become the top scorer in the province. After all, she was the number one, and not everyone can compare to her."
"Although our children don't have that talent, they can still improve through hard work. As for learning techniques, I'm not sure. I'll see if An'an has time to summarize and tell you later. But my two children also love reading. They can now recite ancient poems and do arithmetic. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
I heard that the Xiao family's child can do arithmetic and recite poems at the age of three. Then I think about my own child, who has been taught by his teacher, but still can't do it. It's giving me a headache.
"Parents are the best teachers for their children."
He heard this from Gu An'an, and now it came in handy: "An'an and Aheng often read books at home, and the two children followed suit, so they learned it too."
"Therefore, we can't just lecture our children; we need to be their friends and start with ourselves. Only in this way can we set a good example. Otherwise, if we ourselves don't love learning, why should our children learn?"
Everyone agreed that it made sense, but some still had doubts: "How old are we? Isn't it inappropriate for us to still be studying at this age?"
"What's wrong with that? You're never too old to learn. Society will definitely keep progressing. If you still can't read a single word by then, how can you talk about contributing to the country?"
"Why would we need to learn to read when we're just picking wild vegetables at home?"
The village chief glared at the speaker, "Gathering wild vegetables! Look at your pathetic self... Do you want to gather wild vegetables for the rest of your life?"
"What else would we do if we didn't pick wild vegetables?"
Actually, everyone thinks they're living a pretty good life now. They have enough to eat and drink, and they can make money right at their doorstep. Other villages don't even have this kind of life.
But the village chief wasn't as optimistic as they were. There were plenty of wild vegetables in the mountains, and they had a head start. If they kept stagnating, they might be overtaken at any time.
"If you don't work hard and study, you'll only be able to pick wild vegetables in the mountains forever. But if you are willing to study, there are endless possibilities for the future."
"Putting aside other things, just look at the young people in our village. Those who are good at studying are about to go to university, while those who aren't good at studying can only stay in the village. That's the difference. If it's the same for children, why is it different for adults?"
"That makes sense. Who can predict what will happen in the future? Of course, we couldn't even get enough to eat back then, but things have gotten better in the last few years."
"Yes! We still need to learn! Don't wait until you really need it and then it's too late to regret it."
"If my studies can inspire my son and daughter to love learning as well, then I can endure this hardship."
......
Seeing their enthusiasm, the village chief felt even more that Gu An'an was his lucky star. Back when he asked these people to attend the literacy class, they all made excuses one by one.
Now... Hmph!
"Alright, now that you're aware of this, it's definitely not too late to start working on it. But you absolutely can't just keep talking about it, understand?"
"Know!"
Seeing the villagers getting better and better, the village chief was incredibly proud! He had accomplished what his grandfather hadn't been able to do!
Unlike the lively and joyful atmosphere in Xiaowang Village, Zhang Changsheng, who was far away on a farm, looked much older than before. He dragged his limping leg back from the fields and saw Wang Meihua standing next to several men before he even got home. He didn't listen to what they were saying at all, and his anger was already rising.
"You slut! Seduce people in broad daylight! You'll die if you don't have a man, won't you?"
He had a slight limp, and even when he sped up, he was still much slower than a normal person.
When he raised a stone to hit someone, the men dodged without thinking, but Wang Meihua still fell to the ground, clutching a newspaper in her hand, not knowing how to dodge, as if her soul had been ripped out.
With a "thud," the stone veered off course and hit Wang Meihua on the shoulder. If it had hit her head, Zhang Changsheng would have had another crime to add to his list.
"Zhang Changsheng, what are you doing! We don't even want your man."
"Exactly! You really think everyone is as indiscriminate as you. I wouldn't even take this if it were given to me for free."
Feeling the mockery of the group, Zhang Changsheng became even more annoyed. However, knowing his own strength, he knew he had no chance of winning against four men, so he vented his anger on Wang Meihua.
"You bitch, go back here!"
With his pulling, Wang Meihua finally moved, but her legs didn't lift. Holding a newspaper in her hand, she muttered, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! That bitch is dead, how can her little bastard child turn the tables! How!"
She kept repeating the same few sentences over and over. As the person who knew her best, Zhang Changsheng naturally noticed something was wrong. He looked at the newspaper in Wang Meihua's hand, and the next second his pupils suddenly dilated!
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