The three brothers excitedly recounted what had happened to Zhao Guifen.
Upon hearing their story, Zhao Guifen’s face turned pale, her brow creased in displeasure.
At this ti, Sun Daru, Sun Dahe, Sun Xiaoxue, and Sun Xiaoyu, who had not left the house, ca out upon hearing the commotion from their older brothers.
As they listened to the story, their faces filled with righteous indignation, "Big brother, second brother, third brother, you did well to beat them up!"
Zhao Guifen put down her needlework, her face darkening as she walked towards the door, "Hmph! I want to see what Granny Guan has to say for herself now!"
As soon as she stepped outside, Granny Guan appeared with her two bruised grandsons in tow.
The sight of their adversaries made their hatred flare, and sparks seed to fly as their gazes t.
Granny Guan, still dragging her tearful grandsons, angrily confronted Zhao Guifen, "Zhao Clan! You shaless old hag! You yourself are no good, and the sons and grandsons you bore are also no good! How dare you beat up my grandsons? You better give an explanation for this!"
Zhao Guifen stood her ground, not backing down, "Mrs. Guan, you have the nerve to co here? I should be asking you! Your grandsons said that my niece should be part of your family? Since you dare say such things, let’s go to the clan chief and straighten this out."
At these words, Mrs. Guan was taken aback and looked towards her grandsons.
The matter of her sabotaging Sun i’s marriage years ago was disgraceful, and she had beco fearful in its aftermath.
In the end, it was only because Zhao Guifen decided not to make a big fuss about it to protect Sun i’s reputation that the clan chief didn’t punish Mrs. Guan.
As a result, for all these years, she dared not confront Zhao Guifen directly about the matter.
Now, she felt guilty but stubbornly argued, "Children say whatever cos to their minds; they were just being mischievous! But look at your grandsons, so vicious! Look what they’ve done to my grandsons! I swear, if anything happens to my grandsons, I will not let you off!"
Zhao Guifen’s face was cold, "Let’s set aside the matter of the fight for now. If my children are in the wrong, I will deal with them accordingly. But we need to talk about this rumor. This ca from your grandsons’ mouths, and they said that their mother was the one who said it. If you were more careful with your words at ho, would the children say such nonsense? Let’s go; we’ll see the clan chief now."
At this point, the Eldest Aunt and Second Aunt, who were cooking in the kitchen, realized that sothing was wrong and rushed out, dropping their work.
As soon as they stepped outside, they heard Zhao Guifen telling them to fetch the n of the household.
Seeing this, Granny Guan panicked and tried to say sothing, but Zhao Guifen was already dragging her towards the clan chief’s house.
Later, when Zhao Zhitong saw Granny Guan again, she couldn’t help but notice that sothing seed different about her.
She thought about it for a long ti but couldn’t figure out what had changed.
It wasn’t until she was about to leave that she finally realized what was strange.
In the past, Granny Guan would always give her and her mother dirty looks and sotis make sarcastic remarks.
Now, although she still did not have a pleasant expression on her face when she saw them, she no longer made sarcastic comnts and even tried to avoid them.
However, Zhao Zhitong couldn’t understand why Granny Guan had changed.
Zhao Zhitong might not have known, but Sun i did, as she had just heard the story from her mother.
However, Sun i felt that Mrs. Guan wrecking her marriage back then might have been fate. After all, she and her husband were ant to be together, so she didn’t dwell on it too much.
After this incident, the two families returned to their usual peaceful daily life.
Zhao Zhitong continued to cheerfully attend school. After school, she would read books and do howork with her two best friends.
Through her studies, Zhao Zhitong had learned how to grind ink evenly, and even though her calligraphy wasn’t pretty yet, she could write characters on paper.
She didn’t mind her ugly calligraphy, and at that mont, she was sitting in the classroom, happily admiring her work.
Wei Shulan was very supportive of her best friend’s positive attitude and loved the confidence she had. She leaned over and smiled, "Tongtong, you’ve made progress."
Zhao Zhitong looked at Wei Shulan and happily said, "HEH HEH, right, right? I think so too."
Qiao Muchen, who sat next to them, was also admiring his own freshly written characters, occasionally comparing them with Zhao Zhitong’s.
Just then, Zhao Yue happened to walk by Zhao Zhitong and, seeing her calligraphy, sneered, "Wow, Zhao Zhitong, your calligraphy is so ugly."
After saying that, he smugly took his seat behind Qiao Muchen.
That’s right, Zhao Yue’s seat had been changed by Mr. ng.
This change could be traced back to the "ink incident" from before.
That day, Zhao Yue returned ho covered in ink and crying, resulting in a thorough beating from his father.
Afterward, Butcher Zhao sighed and lanted all night long.
The next day, he went to Scholar ng and earnestly requested that his son’s seat be changed so that he could sit closer to Zhao Zhitong and Qiao Muchen.
Their family had been butchers for generations, earning a good living by selling at. Consequently, their household was relatively well-off in the village. However, the occupation of a butcher was considered lowly.
As a result, from their ancestors down, their family had always set aside a portion of their wealth. This was to support their children’s education, hoping one of them would beco a scholar and elevate their family from its lowly status.
Although no one in the family had managed to beco a scholar so far, they never gave up.
In Butcher Zhao’s generation, his son Zhao Yue, though sowhat unruly and unwilling to study, was the cleverest in the family. That’s why he had sent him to school with high expectations and, consequently, stricter demands.
However, to his disappointnt, Zhao Yue’s heart was never in studying, and no amount of scolding or beating could change that.
Butcher Zhao was uneducated himself and didn’t know how to teach his child. However, in his youth, he had heard scholars tell the story of ’ncius’ mother moving three tis,’ so he understood the crucial importance of a child’s environnt. This gave him an idea.
This was also why he liked Zhao Zhitong and often urged Zhao Yue to play more with her.
But Zhao Yue beca even more rebellious. This ti he had even tried to prank people in the small woods; fortunately, he hadn’t hurt any of the girls.
So, he pleaded with Scholar ng, thinking that if they sat closer, and further away from those friends who egged Zhao Yue on to play all day, perhaps through gradual influence, his son might learn to behave.
As a result, Scholar ng moved Zhao Yue to sit behind Qiao Muchen.
Hearing Zhao Yue’s sarcastic remark, Qiao Muchen turned back and glared at him. Zhao Yue was frightened and imdiately, obediently, closed his mouth.
Wei Shulan also shot Zhao Yue a dirty look before turning to comfort Zhao Zhitong.
However, she found that Zhao Zhitong wasn’t disheartened at all. Instead, she carefully placed her calligraphy on the table and confidently said, "It doesn’t matter. As long as I keep practicing, I will definitely improve."
At that mont, Mr. ng entered the classroom and happened to hear Zhao Zhitong’s words. He nodded approvingly, walked over, and examined her calligraphy.
Seeing her Teacher approach, Zhao Zhitong beca even more excited, presenting her work like a treasure, "Teacher, look at my calligraphy, haven’t I made a huge improvent?"
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