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Xie Songlin frowned and asked worriedly, "So do they just hang around the village like this every day? Or go up to the mountains to play? Don't these kids have anything else to do? It's not a long-term solution for them to have nothing to do all day like this."

Lin Jian gave a helpless smile and replied, "Alas, there's really nothing we can do, Brother Songlin. You know, our village is full of rough people. They usually just bury their heads in the fields to work, or wield swords and clubs. When it comes to teaching children any serious skills, we really don't have the ability."

He paused, then continued, "Actually, it's just about teaching them some simple Kung Fu to help them stay healthy. Children are naturally active and playful, and once they learn a little Kung Fu, they're eager to put it to use. That's why they love to run to the mountains. There, they can have fun and catch some game and pick some wild fruits. It's a great place for them to go. Apart from that, there's not much else we can do for them."

Xie Songlin thought about it, a thoughtful look in his eyes. After a moment's silence, he seemed to have made up his mind and said, "Lan'er and the others can't go to school during this period. There's nothing particularly important going on. Instead of going up the mountain to play crazy every day, why not let them teach these children to read?"

Lin Jian's eyes lit up: "Really?"

As he spoke, he nodded gently, as if the more he pondered, the more he felt that this method was feasible: "Although Lan'er and Yuan'er are not very old, they have also studied at Hanfeng Academy for a while and know quite a few words. Let them teach these children. Firstly, they can learn to recognize some words, and secondly, it will also be a training for Lan'er and the others."

"This, this is great!" Lin Jian's voice trembled with excitement. He looked at Xie Songlin with gratitude and said, "Brother Songlin, I thank you on behalf of these children."

Xie Songlin waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's not a big deal. We're all from the same village now, and they're all descendants of heroes. I'll naturally do my best to help. But, Brother Lin Jian, do you have any vacant, larger houses in the village that could be used to set up tables so they can have their classes? We can't have the kids taking classes out in the open."

After hearing this, Lin Jian nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, there's an old ancestral hall to the east of the village. It's not often used, and it's spacious enough to accommodate dozens of tables. It just hasn't been cleaned in a while, so it might need some cleaning. But that's not a big deal. I can arrange for someone to clean it right now, and I guarantee it'll be ready for the children to attend classes in soon."

"As for books..." Xie Songlin hummed for a long time, a look of embarrassment on his face, "There definitely aren't that many books readily available these days."

Xie Wanxing suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Then just copy it. Aren't we all free now?"

The more she thought about it, the more right it seemed. She even counted on her fingers: "Big brother, second brother, third brother, as well as eldest uncle's brother Yuan and Yong, and third uncle's brother Cheng and Jin. If we all copy together, we can copy a lot of books in no time."

"For those like my second and third brothers, it might not be possible to ask them to attend classes, but it's fine to ask them to copy the Thousand Character Classic and the Three Character Classic. And there are many benefits to copying books. First, they can review these classics and deepen their impressions. After all, the things they learned before may become a little rusty after a long time. Secondly, the copied books can be given to the brothers and sisters in the village. Although they may not be as exquisite as those in the bookstore, at least everyone can have a book to read, so they don't have to listen to the class without touching the books."

"Besides, copying books can help me practice my calligraphy. My brothers' handwriting is so ugly, so it's always good to practice more."

Xie Songlin: "Have the brothers offended you recently?"

Xie Wanxing: ...

However, her words were so logical that Xie Songlin and Lin Jian couldn't help but look at each other, with a hint of smile in their eyes. They seemed to think that although the idea of this little girl was a bit of a trap for her brothers, it was indeed a good solution if they thought about it carefully.

"Okay, let's copy it! Let's have everyone copy the books together starting tomorrow!" Xie Songlin made the decision immediately. "Brother Lin Jian, as for the village, I'll trouble you to talk to them."

"Brother Songlin, don't worry, I will tell my dad when I get home. Everyone will definitely be happy." After saying that, Lin Jian turned around and went home in a hurry with an excited look on his face.

During dinner, Xie Songlin announced the news. Xie Lan naturally had no problem with it and was even a little excited about teaching people to read. Besides, he had often done copying books before, so it was not a difficult task for him.

Xie Lin and Xie Heng felt as if the sky had fallen. They were happily gnawing on the rabbit legs, but they were both stunned after hearing the news. They stopped chewing the rabbit legs in their mouths and looked at each other with deep resentment in their eyes, silently accusing the sudden "bad news".

Xie Lin thought for a moment, then cautiously tried to speak, "Dad, this book is for Big Brother and Brother Yuan to use to teach people how to read. You know, my handwriting is... really ugly. Others won't be able to understand it..."

Xie Songlin glanced at him sideways: "You know your handwriting is ugly, but you don't practice it! If it's ugly, copy it again! If your handwriting is ugly, copy two more copies to practice your handwriting."

Xie Lin immediately fell silent, and Xie Heng, who was about to speak up, also shut up. He buried his head in his bowl and tried to pretend he didn't exist.

Xie Ning looked at the two boys who were full of hatred and resentment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a playful smile in his eyes, and he quickly chewed two more bites of rabbit meat.

The next second, Xie Wanxing's voice rang out beside him: "Brother Ning, can you read?"

Xie Ning was chewing rabbit meat when he heard Xie Wanxing's question. He almost choked. He did know some words, but he had a bad feeling, so he gave Xie Wanxing a puzzled look.

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"Oh! You can write!" Xie Wanxing seemed to understand something in an instant, and immediately revealed a triumphant smile. Then, without hesitation, he turned around and shouted to Xie Songlin, "Brother Ning can write too. Let him copy together."

Xie Ning: “?”

He really wanted to ask her where she learned how to write.

"Brother Ning, you'll be working hard starting tomorrow." Xie Wanxing seemed completely oblivious to the confusion in Xie Ning's eyes. He smiled sweetly at him, then generously picked up a rabbit leg and handed it to him, saying, "Here's some meat."