After wearing it: I traded a pig for a man.

Jiang Mancang stood not far from the crowd and immediately went home to discuss with Jiang Youfu: "Father, send Zheng'an to the academy. Let's go to Qingshan Academy, the one Jiang Anhe went to."

"What?" Jiang Youfu was so shocked he dropped his chopsticks. "Are you drunk again? Is this a place a peasant family like ours can afford?"

Jiang Mancang looked at him with disdain: "Dad, broaden your perspective. Why did Jiang Yunning suddenly learn to make ice jelly and grow tomatoes so well?"

Jiang Youfu didn't speak, but just stared at him intently, glaring as he continued to speak.

Jiang Mancang curled his lip in disdain: "Jiang Anhe brought back a young master from town today. Those money-making methods must have been heard from rich people. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself in a bit."

Jiang Zheng'an was eating rice when he heard that he was going to be taken to school, and he was overjoyed.

The children in the village all say that going to school is something only rich families can do.

If he goes to school, won't he become a rich person?

"Grandpa, I want to go to school, I want to go!" He slammed the bowl down in his hand, puffed out his cheeks, and refused to eat anymore.

Jiang Mancang continued to persuade, "Dad, I heard a few days ago that Aunt Hua's son, Xiaodouzi, has already registered for college. Think about it, Aunt Hua's family isn't much better off than ours. If their son is already going to school, it must be because they're close to Jiang Yunning and got some information."

The more he talked, the more likely it seemed, and he even felt that he had discovered the big secret behind Jiang Ningyun's wealth.

Little did they know, Aunt Hua's family simply didn't want their child to grow up to be blind like them.

"Dad, we've made a lot of money selling those things lately. We'll definitely be able to pay our tuition properly." Jiang Mancang raised an eyebrow.

Anyway, there are still plenty of tomatoes. We can just pick an extra ten pounds every day from now on, right? Jiang Yun Ning won't notice.

Jiang Youfu still didn't believe it: "Damn it, are there any more wooden buns?"

Yang Guizhi pointed to the half-full basket in the yard: "We didn't pick much today, so we were thinking of selling it all together tomorrow."

"You guys eat first, I'll go take a look." Jiang Youfu picked up the basket and walked towards Jiang Laosan's house.

At this moment, dinner had just been set out at Jiang Laosan's house.

Zhang Manjin pointed to the wine on the table and looked at Jiang Laosan: "My grandfather said that this chubby one has a high alcohol content. He insisted that you try it."

Pointing to the white wine bottle, he said to Wang Cuihua, "Grandma, my grandpa said this white one is sweet, and women can drink it too."

Jiang Laosan looked at him with a smile: "Thank you, Grandpa. You're too kind."

Wang Cuihua smiled and pushed the sugar-coated tomatoes towards him: "Thank you, Manjin. This was your favorite dish when you came last time. Try it."

Just as they were eating, Jiang Youfu's voice came from outside the door.

Is the third child home?

Jiang Laosan's expression changed, and he got up with some disgust and walked towards the door.

What bad luck! Where else could I be if I'm not home at this hour?

"What's the matter?" He blocked the doorway, preventing anyone from coming in.

Jiang Youfu glanced inside and saw a family gathered around the dining table. A little boy dressed exactly like Jiang Anhe in a school uniform was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Hey, aren't I here to deliver wooden steamed buns?" He pushed the basket forward.

Jiang Laosan took it and quickly weighed it.

"Anhe, who is this? Why are you two wearing the same clothes?" Jiang Youfu walked a few steps inside and asked Jiang Anhe, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Manjin.

This child is chubby, unlike the robust children in the countryside. He's tanned dark and clearly spoiled.

Sure enough, he's a young master from a wealthy family.

"Five catties in total, ten coins." Jiang Laosan didn't give him a chance to continue probing, interrupting him directly, and took out the silver: "Hurry up and go, we're going to eat, we won't keep you any longer."

Jiang Youfu was somewhat embarrassed, took the money and left.

Zhang Manjin was puzzled. He didn't quite understand why Grandpa Jiang was so gentle to him, but so fierce to the person who brought the wooden steamed buns.

He was starting to feel a little scared.

But once the door was closed, Grandpa Jiang became very gentle and kind to him.

After dinner, Zhang Manjin and Jiang Anhe both insisted on sleeping with Jiang Che.

Jiang Che was somewhat helpless. He watched the two of them take a shower before taking them back to the house.

That evening, in order to send Jiang Zheng'an to school in town, Jiang Youfu finally agreed to Jiang Mancang's request to pick ten more jin (5 kg).

But my heart was always pounding with unease.

The next morning, Wang Cuihua was cooking at home when the courtyard gate was pushed open again and again.

The women came in and left one after another.

"That's strange," she said, somewhat puzzled. "Why does everyone keep asking where our Anhe goes to school? They say they want to send our son to learn to read too."

Jiang Yuning, along with Zhang Manjin and Jiang Anhe, had just returned from fishing in the river.

Of course, the fish was retrieved from the space using the old method.

"Mom, what did you say?" She put the fish in the basin, and the two little ones squatted on the ground and poked the fish with their hands.

Wang Cuihua told her what had just happened.

"Maybe people are more aware of the importance of education now that life is better," Jiang Yun Ning said casually. "Mom, let's make fish soup for lunch. I caught several; enough for the workers to share."

Jiang Laosan said that these people worked very hard and diligently, and she would not be stingy with the food.

"Okay." Wang Cuihua nodded and was just about to prepare the fish when Aunt Hua pushed the door open and came in, followed by Xiao Douzi.

"Yun Ning. Xiao Douzi can start school tomorrow. The principal said that the last batch of students to be admitted this year will be in the next few days, and he just made it in time."

Jiang Yun Ning smiled: "That's great! Will I be in the same class as An He?"

Aunt Hua shook her head: "I don't know. The dean said it won't be confirmed until the day after tomorrow. We'll see if there are enough students to open a new class then."

"Sure. Douzi, I'll give you a ride to school tomorrow morning on my way." Jiang Yun Ning called out to Douzi, who was already squatting on the ground chatting with Jiang An He.

Little Bean nodded: "Thank you, Auntie."

According to seniority, he should also call Jiang Yun Ning "aunt".

"Brother Douzi, we can have dinner together now. And Manjin too." Jiang Anhe happily took Douzi's hand and introduced him to his new friends he had made at the academy.

In the afternoon, the people who came to pick up Zhang Manjin arrived, and he reluctantly got into the carriage.

"Anhe, I'm going home." He drew back the curtains.

Jiang Anhe nodded: "I'll bring you candy tomorrow."

This simple sentence made Jiang Mancang, who was eavesdropping in the corner, think that the Jiang family really made money by currying favor with the young masters of the rich.

So eager to give people candy.

Jiang Che had just returned from picking tomatoes when he spotted Jiang Mancang lurking suspiciously in the corner, his large buttocks sticking out.

"What are you doing?" he shouted.

Jiang Mancang was startled and immediately stood up straight: "I...I twisted my ankle, can't I rest for a bit?"

Jiang Che glanced at him suspiciously a few times, and seeing that he had nothing in his hands, he gave him a few warnings and pushed the cart away.

He came up with a way to make money without hunting.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he went to find Jiang Yunning excitedly.

"I want to copy books."

He always speaks so directly about anything that has nothing to do with Jiang Yun Ning.

Jiang Yun Ning was drawing something on the paper when she heard this and asked with some confusion, "Copying a book?"

Jiang Che nodded: "I want to make money, and I want you to be able to spend the money I earn. But you won't let me hunt."

Jiang Yun Ning really couldn't understand Jiang Che's thought process: "But what you're doing now is also profitable, and you won't take the monthly salary I offer. The work you do every day could earn you at least two taels of silver a month outside."

Jiang Che shook his head: "It's different."

"Whatever you want, as long as you don't feel tired." She was too lazy to say anything more and continued drawing the wardrobe she wanted.

Modern wardrobes are too simple and cannot meet her needs.

It would be better to draw the plans yourself and then have the carpenter do it.

Jiang Che became nervous when he saw that she was not speaking.

Is Jiang Yun Ning angry?

Or are you just worried that he's too tired?

Thinking this, Jiang Che blushed deeply with embarrassment.