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Chapter 39 I am a gentle person

The older woman beside her didn't notice the trouble in her eyes. When she heard about five taels of silver, she was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth: "Oh my, that's really incredible! Five taels of silver! That's enough for us farmers to live on for half a year. You're really something, sister. We don't have that kind of money to send our children to school."

Aunt Liu could barely contain her smile: "Girl, take your time. You'll earn it all in the future."

That smug look once again fell upon Jiang Nuanzhi.

So what if Jiang Pangya's son started his education early? The teacher also said it's a pity about the child, but they don't have money, so he still has to be a peasant in the countryside every day. In the end, he can't compare to their own grandson.

Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and suddenly nodded: "Yes, Auntie is right, Aunt Liu is really capable."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Liu looked at Jiang Nuanzhi with surprise. She wondered, "This person isn't angry?"
Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and said, "But isn't this gentleman charging too much? How can he charge you five taels of silver just to send a child to school? Aunt Liu, have you been ripped off?"

“I told you you can’t say anything nice! Who is Mr. Zhou? Why would he cheat me? Ordinary students only charge two taels of silver for tuition. I added a little more because I respect Mr. Zhou. Don’t look down on him.”

Jiang Nuanzhi understood: "So that's how it is."

He immediately stepped forward to take a closer look: "Did Aunt Liu buy pen and ink for Xiao Hu? It must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Aunt Liu glanced at her in surprise: "The ink and brush aren't the best, but they're just ordinary and durable. It's only two taels of silver, but as long as my little Hu can practice calligraphy properly, it's a great deal."

Jiang Nuanzhi nodded knowingly: "Okay, then I wish Xiaohu all the best in his studies."

As Jiang Nuanzhi spoke, she glanced at Xiao Hu beside her with a smile.

Xiao Hu clearly still remembered Jiang Nuanzhi, and shrank back in fear. When he saw Li Junping, his little eyes revealed even more terror, and he immediately burst into tears.

"Grandma! Grandma! Let's go, let's go!"

While crying, he tried to push Liu Ma away with all his might.

When Xiao Hu started making a fuss, Aunt Liu felt a headache coming on. She glared at Jiang Nuanzhi and immediately coaxed her, "Come on, come on, Grandma will take you away now, don't cry."

The donkey cart moved slowly, and you could still hear her exasperated words: "What are you afraid of her for? She's just a slave, and she's not very pretty. Does she really think she can scare you?"

Jiang Nuanzhi: "."

She smiled and turned around, pressing her hand to her chest: "I'm not angry, I'm not angry. Anger makes you sick, and no one can take your place. If I die of anger, who will benefit?"

Seeing that Li Junping was looking at her curiously, Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and said, "I have always been a gentle person, always have been."

The next second, he suddenly flew into a rage and shouted at Liu Ma's retreating figure, "You're the one who's ugly! Your whole family is ugly!"

Little Tiger, who had stopped crying in the carriage, turned around when he heard the call from behind. When he met those cool eyes, he burst into tears again.

Liu Ma was flustered again.

"Hahaha, see if I don't scare this brat to death next time!"

My frustrated mood finally improved a little. When I turned around, I saw Li Junping still looking into the distance. I guessed that he was probably envious of others who could go to school.

Jiang Nuanzhi rubbed his head: "Let's go home first. After we finish making some delicious food, we'll sell it for more money and prepare tuition fees to go to the teacher's house."

Li Junping calmly withdrew his gaze without saying a word.

He watched as Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and put the aunt's water buckets onto the cart, even helping to push it back. He silently walked to her side and helped her push the cart.

"Have you had any conflicts with Sister Liu?" Aunt Wang asked earnestly as she helped push the cart from the right. "Sister Liu is a bit proud, but she has a good heart. These days, everyone is short of money, and when someone is short of food, they inevitably have to ask her for help. She'll help them out whenever she can."

"Also, her family is the richest in our village, so it's best not to offend them."

Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Aunt Wang, for telling me all this."

Aunt Wang smiled kindly: "You came to the village late, so you probably don't know. She actually had a hard life too."

When she was pregnant, her husband, who was in the army, escaped to visit her but was caught and beaten to death. She insisted on giving birth to her son, but he was disabled. Over the years, she worked as a slave trader, earning some money. She used the money to find a wife for her son. Unfortunately, the woman suffered postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth to Xiaohu and didn't survive.

Jiang Nuan was stunned, never expecting that Aunt Liu had such a past.

I couldn't help but ask, "And then?"

Aunt Wang: "Later you saw it, she held her grandson in her hands for fear of dropping him, and kept him in her mouth for fear of him melting. She spoiled him rotten since he was a child."

After saying that, he sighed to himself, "I hope that this little tiger will not let his grandmother down in the future."

As they were talking, they arrived at Aunt Wang's house.

Jiang Nuanzhi helped her put down the two buckets of water, but Aunt Wang told her to wait a while. After a short while, she brought out a lot of dried green beans and dried potatoes from inside the house for her.

Jiang Nuanzhi was embarrassed to accept it, but Aunt Wang insisted on putting it in her arms.

"Take it home and eat it; it'll add something to the family's menu. I can see you're different from before; it's good that you've turned over a new leaf. Some people are like the moon in the sea, or the wind in the mountains. You can see them but not touch them, and even if you do touch them, you can't hold onto them. You might as well just live your own life well."

Your eldest son is a good boy. He's suffered so much. I only hope that you two will get better, and that he can recover so you can live a good life together.

After saying that, he patted Jiang Nuanzhi's hand.

It was only now that Jiang Nuanzhi took a closer look at Aunt Wang. Her temples were gray, and her face was full of wrinkles, but she exuded a calm and composed air. Her manner of speaking was also unlike that of an ordinary farm woman.

After thanking her, Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but ask Li Junping on her way home, "Ping'er, does Aunt Wang have any connection with our family?"

Li Junping said, "When my father hunted prey, he would often bring some to Grandma Wang. Sometimes he would also fetch water for Grandma Wang, and Grandma Wang would help us cook."

Jiang Nuanzhi: "Do you know what happened before Aunt Wang came to our village?"

Li Junping shook his head: "I don't know, but most of the people in our village were exiled here, and it's been like that for generations. Grandma Wang should be in the same boat."

Jiang Nuanzhi nodded to indicate that she understood, and the two of them didn't have much to say to each other for a while.

Back home, I saw Li Xiaoer washing Xiao Baozhu's face from afar.

He said he was washing Xiao Baozhu's face, but the basin of water almost soaked Li Xiao'er completely. Xiao Baozhu happily splashed water on him, laughing joyfully and calling out "Brother, brother."

Jiang Nuanzhi noticed that the cloth covering Xiao Er's leg wound was completely soaked with water.

He seemed to feel pain too, looked down at his leg with a frown, and moved it slightly.

Then, when he heard his sister call him, he immediately grinned foolishly again.

That silly smile was so endearing that for a moment Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't bear to look at it.

(End of this chapter)