Farmer’s wife: She farms koi and raises cubs

Here, Zhou Yin quietly had red circles in his eyes, and his mind was full of extremely mean female voices.

"Zhou Yin, you freeloader! What are you doing standing there! Can't you find anything to do? Why did I raise such a waste like you!"

"Little waste, go and feed the chickens, then go dig some wild vegetables and come back. I'm telling you, if you don't dig enough like last time, you won't be able to stuff your teeth. See how I deal with you!"

"White-eyed Wolf, go wash this basin of clothes! Fill the basin with water!"

"What are you looking at? None of this money belongs to you! It all belongs to your brother, and every mouthful of food you eat, when you grow up, you have to earn money and pay it back to me. I don't hear any white-eyed wolves!"

"..."

Although now his aunt will talk to him gently:

"Little Potato, what do you want to eat? Can your aunt cook it for you?"

"Little Potato, don't move. Children should play."

"Potato, can you do me a favor?"

"Potato, you need to eat more to grow taller."

"..."

But he still has nightmares. In the dream, his aunt regains her memory and he becomes a disgusting drag again, so Zhou Yin tells himself: he must be very useful so that he will not be disliked.

Yuan Qing stopped Zhou Yin before he even finished lifting the bucket. Of course, he noticed something was wrong with the little baby. She pulled Zhou Yin aside and wrote 123 on the ground with a wooden stick, "Does Potato know the alphabet?"
"Know something."

"Can you recite poetry?"

"Yes!"

"Can you recite it to me?"

"Three autumn leaves have fallen, and February flowers can bloom. Thousands of feet of waves across the river, and thousands of bamboo poles leaning into it."

"There are no people in the empty mountain, but you can hear people's voices. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

"..."

It's catchy, and there's not a single sentence that makes you sleepy. It's good, Xiaodudou, "Can you write it down?"

Zhou Yin stopped, blushed, and said in a loud voice, "No."

"Oh, it's nothing. It's amazing that we can memorize so many words. From now on, I will teach you two words every day, and I'm sure you will be able to write them soon."

Zhou Yin's eyes were bright, "Auntie, can you write?"

Yuan Qing was about to answer and then thought that women in ancient times were illiterate?

"...I can write one, two, three, but I can read and learn the rest, and then I will teach you! But when you are older, you won't need me to teach you. Isn't there a school in the village? Let the teacher teach you."

Saying this, Yuan Qing complained in her heart: The teacher may not know as much as she does.

Wow, Zhou Yin is moved to tears. His aunt is so kind to him and is willing to let him study. You must know that studying is expensive. Paper, ink, and pens are all very valuable. Not to mention the school, one issue costs one ingot of silver.

.

Hugging Yuan Qing's thigh, Zhou Yin burst into tears, "Auntie~"

Yuan Qing picked up the baby and slapped her butt, "Don't look touched. I'm telling you, if you don't learn how to serve me like a feather duster!"

The four-year-old asked: "Auntie, what is a feather duster?"

"...just use sticks made of chicken feathers to beat disobedient children."

"Oh, it's definitely used by rich families to beat their children. Only those kind of people are willing to use chicken feathers."

"Hahaha, little potato, you are so cute!"

"When we kill the chicken in the next day, do you want to make one tailor-made for you?"

Zhou Yin shook his head fiercely.

"Tsk, do you want to know that your young master doesn't even want to be beaten?"

"No!"

Yuan Qing praised, "Smart!"

Then he said: "Zhou Yin, you have to understand that money is something external to the body. Although you can't do anything without money, there are many things that are more important than money. People must learn to make choices, and they must be able to make choices..."

As soon as Zhou Xu arrived at home, he heard Yuan Qing teaching Zhou Yin. Every sentence contained great truth, which was nothing like the insight of a peasant woman who had been living in the village for twenty years.