The Lucky Farmgirl-Chapter 51 - 40 Jealousy (An additional 15000 recommendation votes from Yunqi)

Although Mr.

Zhuang also punished students with a paddle, he didn’t agree with parents hitting their children, especially Old Master Bai’s method.

Seeing his gaze on Bai Erlang becoming more and more unfriendly, Mr.

Zhuang signaled for the parents to leave as he was about to start the class.

Old Master Bai glared secretly at his youngest son and whispered a warning before ushering out Ms.

Liu and Ms.

Zheng.

Although Qili Village was nestled in a mountain hollow, making entry and exit difficult, the scenery was extremely beautiful.

Old Master Bai was a scholar, and when he built the school, he had specifically chosen this beautiful spot – facing the water with a view of the mountains, quite picturesque.

Even though the autumn scenery was desolate, the area was still lush with trees, and the roadsides were adorned with many wildflowers, adding a lovely touch.

Ms.

Liu walked slowly along the riverbank towards the Bai Family estate, wearing a contented expression.

She turned to Old Master Bai and said, “This place really is a land of outstanding people and immense beauty.”

Old Master Bai, knowing that his aunt was referring to Manbao, stroked his beard and smiled, “Auntie, even if this looks like a poor mountainous area, in fact, there are many good things and good people here.

Just wait and see.”

Ms.

Liu nodded, “That child, so young yet knows to face difficulties head-on, clearly afraid yet still aware enough to overcome it, I only hope that Shanbao can learn this from her someday.”

Ms.

Liu felt a bit rueful, “What a pity, she’s a girl.

Oh, right, she has so many brothers and nephews; how come not one of them caught Mr.

Zhuang’s eye?”

Although Old Master Bai rarely mingled in the village, he still knew about the village affairs.

He laughed and said, “The cleverness of the Zhou Family probably all went to that child.”

Ms.

Liu thought of the Zhou Family members she had met the previous day and nodded, smiling, “The Mrs.

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Zhou I met yesterday seemed like a virtuous person.”

Old Master Bai recalled what the housekeeper had mentioned about the Zhou Family and said, not so certainly, “Perhaps, but it is said their Eldest and Third are very diligent, and Two has a bit of cleverness, often does small trades at the market.”

The two chatted as they walked home.

Meanwhile, AT the school, Manbao and Shanbao had already put the insect away and started taking out their own books to read along with the teacher.

Bai Shanbao initially wanted to overpower his counterpart through reading, so he began by reciting loudly.

Despite a hint of babyish tone, his voice was the loudest in class.

Manbao loved to join in on the fun, and seeing her desk mate reading loudly, she too raised her voice and started to read along.

The two children’s adorable head-shaking and swaying naturally attracted attention.

At least Mr.

Zhuang, standing on the platform, was particularly pleased, his eyes brimming with mirth as he stroked his beard and nodded along contently as they read.

Encouraged by the two, the other students in the class also started to read out loud with more vigor than usual, and even the students who had finished studying The Analects couldn’t help but turn back and join in with the reciting.

Bai Erlang, who was standing outside the classroom as punishment, couldn’t help but turn to steal a glance at the two children inside and snorted as if he had fire coming out of his nose.

His two classmates, also punished to stand outside, curiously peeked inside then approached Erlang and asked, “Brother Erlang, how come your cousin knows how to read The Analects?

Didn’t he just start school?”

Bai Erlang grumbled, “That’s why I hate him so much.

He started learning at the age of two.

My grandmother said, not only can he recite three hundred poems, but he’s also memorized the Thousand Character Classic and The Analects.

Ever since he came, my grandmother has been giving him my favorite braised pork to eat.

In short, he’s just as annoying as Manbao.

Humph, so what if he can read?”

“Right, right, we’re better at fighting than he is.

How about we wait for him on the road after school this afternoon and beat him up to vent your anger?”

Bai Erlang hesitated a bit, “If my dad finds out, he’ll definitely thrash me.”

“We’ll do it sneakily.

My eldest brother told me, if you don’t want the person you beat up to know who did it, just use a sack.”

Bai Erlang’s eyes shifted, and he whispered, “Where do we find a sack?”

“My house has one, but I can’t just run home and get it, and your house is closer.”

“Then let’s do it tomorrow,” another said.

“Tomorrow we’ll bring sacks, and it would be best if we catch Manbao too.”

“That doesn’t sound right,” Bai Erlang frowned.

“She’s a girl.

We can just scare her with insects.

How can a real man beat a girl?”

The other also found the idea of hitting a girl embarrassing, so they dropped the proposal.

Bai Shanbao and Manbao tried to outdo each other in loudness, each insisting on having the last word louder than the other.

Mr.

Zhuang, smiling all the while, watched for a good moment before tapping on their desks, advising, “A little softer with the voice.

There’s a skill to reading, or you won’t be able to speak tomorrow.”

Mr.

Zhuang signaled everyone to stop and asked the elementary students to take out their books.

He started teaching the new lesson, instructing them to read it until they knew it well.

Later in class, he would explain its meaning.

After instructing the younger pupils, Mr.

Zhuang returned his attention to the older students.

In truth, the older group consisted of only five students.

Bai Shanbao glanced at Manbao and silently began to read to himself on the side.

Manbao also read earnestly.

She had always had a good memory, and after reading it over a few times, she had almost memorized it, but she didn’t understand its meaning.

So she looked around curiously.

If this had been before, she would have just asked Keke.

But now, with someone sitting right beside her, she thought that instead of talking to Keke in her mind, it would be better to speak out loud to another person.

The words spoken out loud had a lovely ringing sound to them.

So, she pushed her handwritten textbook towards Shanbao and asked, “Do you know what this sentence means?”

Bai Shanbao glanced at it, and being that he had previously studied it with his grandmother, he proudly said, “Of course, I know.

Don’t you?”

“I don’t know, the teacher hasn’t had the chance to explain it yet,” Manbao said matter-of-factly.

“But I want to know now.

Can you tell me?”

Bai Shanbao turned to look at her, feeling quite pleased by her gaze.

So, he reluctantly shared, “It’s actually about two disciples of Confucius talking.

Ziqin asks Zigong, every time the teacher goes to a place, he learns about that nation’s political affairs—he wonders whether the teacher asks for this information or if others tell him proactively…”

This was a piece from The Analects, which Bai Shanbao had long memorized, and he remembered the meaning his grandmother had explained to him.

Manbao listened with great interest and said, “I haven’t heard this story before.

It’s so interesting.

If only I could travel to different countries like Confucius someday and have people tell me their stories willingly.”