This is Liu Jia Bao we’re talking about.
Who in the housing compound doesn’t roll their eyes at the ntion of this kid and mutter sothing about the extraordinary Liu family? It’s unbelievable that just after a few days of classes, he’s beco so well-behaved.
Of course, later we heard about Old Lady Liu jumping and cursing the lon thief at ho, but that’s another story.
So now, Shi Suifeng simply doesn’t say much about it either.
After all, if anything happens, he can still handle it.
...
After lunch, Chen Changhai spent a long ti in the yard fiddling with the kids’ car. Once the sun wasn’t so harsh, he went to borrow a cart from an old acquaintance in the village.
Just as he imagined, he sat on the cart with the basket in his arms.
With Chu River’s heavy list in his pocket, which included but was not limited to the things needed for the car, a lot of cotton, fabric, and the study materials demanded by Shi Cuifeng, as well as paper and pens for the kids...
For a mont, sitting on the bumpy, slow-moving bullock cart, watching the sunset, he felt less like a big business dealer or speculator.
And more like the old housekeeper for Shi Suifeng and Chu River.
Whenever sothing was lacking, they gave him a list. When sothing needed selling, they ca to him, except they didn’t ask him to clean the house or cook...
There’s essentially no difference!
Chen Changhai: ...
Bah! There’s no landlord now, so why do I still have these exploited thoughts?
This is clearly striving for my own business!
...
Little Xuan had his eyes opened today.
So this is the speculative business Teacher Xiao Chu was talking about. How cool is this, even more impressive than grandpa!
That car, he was small enough to sit and "drive" in it for a long ti this afternoon! The eager eyes of Da Dan, Gu Ping, and Gu An almost made him dizzy with pride inside the car.
In his silent, miserable childhood in the cowshed, he’d never been the subject of such envy, jealousy, hatred.
It was wonderful.
But people are not naturally satisfied.
When he heard at the dinner table that Teacher Xiao Chu planned to enlighten and send the kids to school, Little Xuan had an idea.
After dinner, while copying manuals page by page and watching Yun Baoni sketching illustrations for the manuals, while watching Da Dan start to clean up the vegetable garden, and Gu Ping and Gu An grinding down chains...
He thought for a mont: "Teacher Xiao Chu, are you not teaching us anymore?"
Chu River nodded, "Yeah, that job got in the way of making money, and Teacher Xiao Zhou wants to co back, so I just won’t do it anymore."
Little Xuan pretended to nod wisely like an adult, "In that case, I won’t go either—my grandpa thinks I’m weak and wants to train with Teacher Xiao Chu. I’ve already mastered what they teach at school, I even get full marks on the fourth-grade exams, so I might as well study at ho."
Seeing the focused gazes of the brothers and sisters, Little Xuan didn’t realize that the five might collectively end up in the first grade, a painful fact. At that mont, he felt what Grandpa taught him had finally co to use—the village kids used to not hit him was already a blessing.
Let alone discussing study and worshipping him.
So, in a rush of enthusiasm, he said, "How about... I co every day to teach them to read and write?"
For enlightennt, he was more than qualified.
Chu River was pleasantly surprised, "Sure, Little Xuan, go ahead! Anyway, your grandpa is hardly at ho, so you can just eat at my place! When he cos back, you can take him to eat at the canteen!"
Old Zheng has plenty of good materials, surely he wouldn’t mind exchanging them for a al or two.
Little Xuan was eager too, unable to resist the temptation.
Because whether Grandpa was ho or not, they both had to eat at the canteen every day, but the canteen’s als, well...
Definitely not as good as the ones Uncle Shi makes.
And there’s so much at! Juicy and oily...
He hesitated, "Then I’ll bring my food and at tickets over..."
Chu River didn’t hold back, "Alright—Daya, when you have ti, make a set of clothes for Teacher Xiao Xuan too!"
He thought about it, then looked at Da Dan, and said, "Next ti, I’ll ask Chen Changhai to bring back so scraps, that flowered shorts you made for Da Dan are quite nice, let’s make one for everyone."
Da Dan: ...
He looked up instantly, noticing everyone’s gaze circling around his backside, then focusing on the clothesline outside the yard.
Out there, a pair of rainbow flower shorts flapped in the wind, showcasing its softness and breathability, distinctly different from the stiff clothes hanging next to it.
In the black, white, and gray era, vibrant colors represented beauty.
No one could resist a pair of flower shorts, not even Little Xuan:
"I... I want a flower vest."
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