Chapter 114 Practicality is the way to go
"What Ah Ying said makes a lot of sense!" someone agreed.
"Aying, are all the classes you teach like this?" Wang Sanlang thought this class was very interesting and wanted to come and listen to it himself.
"Well, this is my personal opinion. If you're interested, I can explain it to you later. However, my brothers and I will still be studying traditional subjects."
Su Ying was worried about causing confusion to her brothers, so she quickly tore it apart.
"Okay, I'll come and listen when the class starts," said Wang Sanlang.
Live and learn, learn in the morning and die in the evening, there is no greater virtue.
In this remote area, listening to an interesting class is a rare enjoyment.
"That's right, Aying, let's come and listen too!" Other villagers signed up, and in just a short while, they learned new knowledge.
"Okay! I'll let everyone know in advance!" Su Ying smiled, "Okay! Everyone, go home! There are a lot of things to do later!"
"The wine vats are good, and the vinegar is sour; the pigs are as big as the mountains, and the mice die." "The wine vats are good, and the vinegar is sour; the pigs are as big as the mountains, and the mice die!"
The villagers walked away muttering to themselves and shaking their heads.
Soon the whole village was playing word games like "Any wine vat is better" and "It's okay if there are no chickens or ducks", specifically to tease the villagers who had no idea what was going on.
The story spread from one person to another, and the whole village started playing with it.
"What's going on today?" Old man Yang walked on the road in a daze. He felt that the villagers were crazy and were saying things he couldn't understand.
"Ah Weng!" Hu Zi, Ah Sang, and Ah Mu came running over, looking mysterious. "Let me test you! Wine jars are good for making vinegar, and every jar is sour..."
Here it comes again! Here it comes again! Is my grandson crazy too?
"What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by a wine-making vat is good for making vinegar? Who said that? Aren't you asking for a beating?" Old man Yang interrupted his grandsons and scolded them.
Always be cautious when speaking to others, and make sure that every third thing you say is nice. If anyone dares to speak to others like this, I guarantee I will beat him to death!
The grandson thought it was fun and started to say it fluently. He started to say it to everyone he met. How could this be tolerated?
Trouble comes from the mouth, you don’t even know how you will die in the future!
After being scolded by their grandfather, Asan and Amu kept their mouths shut timidly and dared not say more.
The Yang family has strict rules and regulations. One cannot talk back to the elders, otherwise the father-in-law will give him a meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots without mercy.
"It's the old man from Aying Village!" Hu Zi, relying on his grandfather's favor, answered boldly.
"Aying, the village elder? Why did she say that?" Old man Yang felt that Su Ying would not say such nonsensical things, there must be a reason.
Hu Zi told the old man what had just happened. When he talked about the argument, he imitated it so vividly that even Old Man Yang laughed.
"Haha! This Ah Ying is so mischievous!" Old man Yang laughed heartily for the first time. He had never thought about this problem in his whole life.
"Old Man, is what the village elder Aying said right?" Hu Zi asked.
"Well, that makes sense! That makes sense!" Old man Yang nodded.
"You have to understand that Aying Village always gives examples. Just listen and understand the logic behind them. Don't make jokes about them. Be careful with what you say and do.
The villagers know where it comes from and they also know you are joking, so they won't be annoyed.
But people outside the circle don't know about this, and if they hear it, they'll definitely get angry, and maybe even get into trouble. Remember, words can cause trouble."
Old man Yang educates his three grandsons.
"It's saved by our grandson!" Hu Zi, Asan and Amu responded quickly.
As they were talking, the Su family came on the road.
"Mr. Su!" Old Man Yang greeted.
"Village chief, the busy farming season is over, and it's time to implement some follow-up important matters!" Su Bucheng said with a smile.
"Let's go to my humble abode and discuss it in detail!" Old man Yang agreed very much.
"Village chief, I won't go. I already talked to my father about it last night. I'm going to grind jujube powder!" Su Ying was carrying a large bucket of dried jujubes.
Following behind were the two sisters Su Lu and Xiao Tao.
"Okay! Go ahead and get busy!" Hearing that the father and daughter had already discussed it, she didn't force them anymore.
Old man Yang gathered all the village elders to discuss the matter at his home, and Su Ying took her sisters to grind sour jujube powder.
There are also many people digging fern roots and kudzu roots, and there are people cleaning and processing them. All these labors are recorded and used as the basis for settlement and distribution.
"Aying is here!" Madam Zheng and Yang Chunhua were working and chatting in the mill.
"You are also grinding jujube powder!" Su Ying saw that the two of them also had half a basket of dried jujubes.
"Of course! I'm free today, so let's get started!" Madam Zheng said with a smile.
Yang Chunhua was more introverted and moved her basket away to make room for Su Ying.
"Don't worry, sister!" Su Ying put her own bucket at the door, rolled up her sleeves, and helped to push the mill.
"Oh, no! You're so skinny, how can you help us?" Madam Zheng hurriedly stopped him. "We're used to this kind of rough work. It won't be a problem!"
"That's right, we're used to it. You just take a rest, we'll be done in a while!" Yang Chunhua's tone was soft, but he used a lot of force to pull Su Ying away.
Her hands were rough and dry, her clothes were patched up but clean and tidy, her hair was neatly tied up in a bun and pinned with an old wooden hairpin.
"Sister, I won't fight with you, just let go, let go!" Su Ying said with a smile.
"Hurry up and sit down, hurry up and sit down!" Madam Zheng pulled Su Ying to the side and sat her down, then continued to push the mill.
Yang Chunhua added more grinding with a smile on her face.
Looking closely, Yang Chunhua was no longer as sad as before. There was some light in her eyes and she looked much more lively.
Life has a purpose, and it is no longer filled with endless despair.
"Aying, when will the village school start?" Madam Zheng tried to find a topic.
"Let's wait until the goods are delivered. Everyone has been busy with a lot of work these past two days." Su Ying smiled.
"Tsk tsk, the girls in our village are so lucky to have a capable person like Aying teaching them. They are sure to be as smart as Aying." Madam Zheng said with a smile on her face.
The young lady who loved to laugh when she was young, met with a sudden misfortune, and the young lady who had never done any housework fell into poverty.
Mrs. Zheng was once full of sorrow. Her husband died, and the pillar of the family was gone. She had to face everything on her own.
With parents-in-law to take care of and children to raise, life does not allow her to be sad.
Happiness is created by comparison. You may feel that you are suffering, but when you turn around and look at your younger sister Yang Chunhua, you find that you have lost your only child.
Suddenly she felt that fate was kind enough to her and left the child with her.
Watching her child grow up day by day, Madam Zheng felt that in a few years she would be able to get ahead, marry a wife or give her daughter away, and there would finally be some sweetness and hope.
"Sister, please stop joking. How can I compare with your talents? I'm just taking shortcuts. If you have time, please come and teach the girls." Su Ying invited.
"What knowledge do we have? They are just some useless poems that look good and can't be eaten, so we won't bother to entertain the children!" Madam Zheng shook her head.
If I were really capable, why would I have lived a hard life for so many years?
In desperate situations, practicality is king! Poetry and songs are just the icing on the cake for elegant people.
She would rather her children learn practical survival skills from Su Ying than learn those flashy things.
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