Bao Zhu didn't quite understand, she remembered that she would never be able to eat all the delicious food in her lifetime.

Looking at Baoya who was so cute and cute, Jiang Qiuniang gently touched her little forehead.

"You have all seen that the Jia family has more money than our family. But...this wealth is indeed wealth. It is also the wealth that the Jia family has accumulated over several lifetimes. If they only know how to squander it, one day they will have to spend it.

Used up."

"If we really want to have enough food and clothing for the rest of our lives, we can get it with our own hands."

It's just that it's more difficult for them to survive than those wealthy families.

Jiang Qiuniang doesn't want her two daughters to achieve anything.

"You are still young and don't understand the sinister nature of people's hearts. You have only seen the wealth of the Jia family. I can't blame you for being confused."

Jiang Qiuniang sighed, hugged the orb, looked out the window and recalled the dust-laden memories.

"Sometimes, if a wealthy family is unlucky, the whole family will be implicated. The so-called wealth and power are just words from the top. If you are jealous of others, the whole family may have all their property confiscated, or even lose their lives."

"Mom, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand a word you say?"

Mingzhu asked with a frown.

Aren't you talking about the Jia family? Why do you say it so scary?

Why did the words coming out of my mother's mouth seem like the Jia family would be in bad luck tomorrow?

Baozhu blinked and lay in Jiang Qiuniang's arms with his head raised, trying to read some stories from Jiang Qiuniang's face.

No wonder Grandma knows how to read and likes to pronounce Wenjue when speaking. On weekdays, she behaves differently from other women in the village.

At first glance, it seems that he has been influenced by a large family.

It seems that grandma is not talking about the Jia family, but the maternal grandfather’s family, right?

Otherwise, when I say this, my eyes will be full of sadness.

I heard Mrs. Jiang say that my father saved my mother-in-law on the road, and then it was a drama of committing herself to her.

Baozhu couldn't help but pursed his lips: "Auntie, that's what I said, but there are many wealthy people, why are you so worried about this unreasonable thing?"

"We ordinary people, if there were no wars, natural disasters, or man-made disasters, our lives would naturally be better. But if there were natural disasters, we would not be as wealthy as others."

Wrinkling her nose, she struggled out of Jiang Qiuniang's arms, stood on the bed, put her hands on her small waist and said, "Mom, don't try to fool me. I have been to school for a few days."

"Brother Jiang Cheng has said that once a poor family like ours encounters a natural or man-made disaster, it is common for them to sell their sons and daughters, exchange their children for food, and leave corpses everywhere."

Wrinkling her nose, she said: "According to what you said, mother, if you are so scared, then what kind of books should Brother Jiang Cheng study and what kind of honors should he take?"

"Isn't it just to gain fame as soon as possible and benefit the common people? The other thing is to honor our ancestors."

Baozhu's little mouth said loudly.

He was so angry that the words he said were nothing like what a five-year-old girl would say.

Even Jiang Qiuniang, who was feeling sorry for herself, didn't react to the truth she said.

"Since those ladies and ladies you mentioned have been overshadowed by their families and have enjoyed wealth that others cannot enjoy, and their families are in trouble, there is nothing to feel sorry for if they suffer."

After saying this, Baozhu looked at Jiang Qiuniang's face again.

Jiang Qiuniang's face turned pale, her whole body was cold, and she stared blankly at the orb.

Mingzhu pulled Jiang Qiuniang worriedly, and then covered Baozhu's mouth: "Baoya, please stop talking."

Bao Zhu opened her hand that covered his mouth, blinked at the pale Jiang Qiuniang, pouted and said, "I'm not wrong, there's nothing I can do if I feel uncomfortable."

Wrinkling her nose, she said in a milky voice: "If it is really because you have been wronged, what's the use of feeling sorry for yourself? Being alive is a glimmer of hope that the family has worked hard to get. You should cherish the present moment and don't think about what you have and what you don't have all day long.

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"If you really can't swallow this breath, then find a way to redress your grievances."

Jiang Qiuniang came back to her senses slightly, but her face was still not pretty.

Seeing that Baozhu's eyes were red, he said strangely: "You child, you have only been to school for a few days, and your little mouth has almost blocked my mother."

She didn't pay much attention to Baozhu and Dongsheng's situation in school these days. It seemed that Baozhu had really listened to all the principles taught by Master Jiang Cheng.

"Baoya, tell me, do you remember all the words Brother Jiang Cheng taught you?"

"Of course I can remember it. It's not particularly difficult."

Baozhu said matter-of-factly: "It's just that third brother is too stupid and always can't remember."

She has the memory of her past life. Although the fonts in this life are different from those in her previous life, it is not difficult at all for her to be a zombie king with super mental power.

Jiang Qiuniang's eyes widened, and she immediately took a few copies of the treasure and found that not only could she write her own name well, but she also knew the names of her family members.

"Baoya, do you like going to school very much?"

Jiang Qiuniang asked in surprise.

"dislike."

Bao Zhu shook his head.

The main reason is that Jiang Cheng's lectures are too rigid, with a lot of big ideas and a lot of head-shaking.

They were all nonsense, and she even dozed off after hearing them.

Jiang Qiuniang: "..."

"Brother Jiang Cheng only taught us how to read, but I know how to read. I might as well learn martial arts from Mr. He."

That is, I have to walk every day.

"The third brother doesn't like studying, he likes to learn martial arts! He has never been able to remember the words taught by brother Jiang Cheng."

Baozhu took the opportunity to complain to Jiang Dongsheng, who had just come back from outside and was dirty.

Jiang Dongsheng stood at the door and stared at Baozhu.

Who did he provoke?

Jiang Qiuniang looked at the two of them, her brows furrowed.

It would be great if Dongsheng could memorize the books taught by Jiang Cheng verbatim like Baozhu.

Does this mean that we can redress the grievances of the Jiang family as Baoya said?

She soon gave up this idea. Dongsheng was still young, and even if he could obtain fame, the emperor at that time was dissolute and dissolute and listened to treacherous ministers.

Even if Dongsheng grows up, it will be difficult for him to obtain a good name and become an official in the court.

She doesn't want her son to be a corrupt official.

I don't want my children to end up badly.

"In that case, how about my mother-in-law teaching you how to read the Three-Character Sutra from tomorrow on?"

However... she was still unwilling to give up the book she should read.

After all, the Jiang family is a scholarly family. If one day... there is a change of people in the government, maybe they, the Jiang family, will have a chance to redress the injustice.

Bao Zhu frowned, obviously unwilling.

Mingzhu showed great interest. It must be said that Mingzhu's temperament and character followed Jiang Qiuniang's.

Jiang Dongsheng is very nervous, more like a dead iron cow.

The orb seemed out of place among them.

"Ah! Aniang! I...can I not study and just learn martial arts from Master He?"
Chapter completed!