After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

The reason why a money tree is valuable is that it can make money, but if this money tree no longer belongs to you and you have to give your money to others, then this money tree should be pulled out.

Ye Xunqing didn't quite understand Yang Shu's approach, but he probably wouldn't be so philanthropic as to teach people to read for free.

"What else did my father say?" Ye Xunqing asked, "Did he really say he wanted to turn my house into a school and teach the children for free?"

"That's only temporary." Third Granny recalled for a moment and said, "Your father has found a few wealthy families in the village and after discussion, they plan to build a school. But until the school is built, the children will study at your home. When the time comes, he will teach, and the village will pay him. All the children in the village can go to school as long as they have time, and he won't charge any fees separately."

Ye Xunqing began to wonder if Yang Shu was a time traveler. Wasn't the teaching model he was talking about the same as that of public schools? The government paid for the schools, paid the teachers, and then the teachers taught the students. Isn't that modern education?

However, the difference between Yang Shu's school and the current schools is that the children in the village no longer have to pay extra money.

It’s a pity that the school was not established in the end.

As he was talking, Ye Xunqing sent the third grandmother home. Her home was very remote and surrounded by weeds, looking like a wasteland.

"Does my mother-in-law live here alone?" Ye Xunqing observed the surrounding environment and found only signs of one person living here.

"Without children, I live a carefree life." The Third Granny took the basket from Feng Jingheng and said, "You are a kind person just like your father, but you must remember that good people don't always get good rewards."

Ye Xunqing smiled, "Mother-in-law, I never do good things for reward, I just follow my heart."

The Third Granny was stunned. After a long moment, she asked, "Are you really that short-lived ghost?"

Ye Xunqing took it calmly, "I fell into the river before, and I can't remember many things."

Grandma Three shook her head and said, "Forget it, since I'm alive, I'll live well." After that, she took a lot of herbs from the shelf in the yard, all of which were uncommon.

Ye Xunqing accepted it and said, "Thank you, mother-in-law. I'll make something delicious for you someday."

The third grandmother curled her lips and muttered, "All she knows is eating."

Ye Xunqing was not angry and turned away.

"Third Granny has no children and no family." Feng Jingheng knew that Ye Xunqing had forgotten, so he said to her, "The village witch can only be a woman without any relatives, so Third Granny will never get married in her life."

Ye Xunqing respected their customs and did not make any comments.

"But in this generation, Third Grandma hasn't accepted any disciples yet. She said she hasn't found any spiritual ones." Feng Jingheng said regretfully, "If Grandma passes away, the village will not only lose a fortune teller, but also a doctor."

Ye Xunqing thought about the time when Ye Dayong and the others asked Third Witch to come and see Ye Lao Si. He used to think that witches were all liars, but judging from the herbs that had just been dried in the yard, it seemed that this witch had some abilities.

"What does a fortune teller do?" Ye Xunqing asked curiously.

"A witch has a lot to do," Feng Jingheng said. "She has to tell fortunes for children, choose auspicious days, and participate in village affairs, especially sacrificial ceremonies."

"It seems that the villagers believe in ghosts and gods." Since coming here, Ye Xunqing's materialistic worldview has begun to collapse, so he is quite interested in matters of gods and ghosts.

"Yes." Feng Jingheng said very devoutly, "It is very important to respect the gods and spirits."

An idea suddenly popped up in Ye Xunqing's mind: Respect ghosts and gods?

"Let's go back, let's go back." Ye Xunqing put that idea aside for the time being. The most urgent thing was to fill his stomach. He had just eaten a simple pancake on the mountain at noon, which could not satisfy his desire for delicious food, so he had to go back and reward himself.

After arriving home, Feng Jinghua also came back from town. He bought rice, flour and oil, planning to cook for himself.

But he didn't have a kitchen, so he had to borrow the simple kitchen built by Ye Xunqing and others.

"Xiaoqing, can I borrow your pot to cook some rice?" Feng Jinghua said loudly.

Ye Xunqing said, "Brother, didn't I tell you not to cook? Come over and have a bite when we're done. It's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks."

Feng Jinghua said, "Once or twice is fine, but it's not good to eat your food all the time."

Ye Xunqing proposed a solution, "If you trust me, just leave the rice and flour you bought here, and you can come to our place to eat in the future."

Feng Jinghua didn't want to take advantage of them, "Forget it..."

"Brother." Feng Jingheng suddenly said seriously, "Your rice is burnt."

Feng Jinghua really smelled a burnt smell, "Uh... a mistake."

Ye Xunqing covered his mouth and laughed, "Brother, don't struggle. Rice and flour cost money. You'd better not waste them."

Feng Jinghua’s cooking plan went from cooking to giving up in just one pot of rice.

"Forget it, let's not bother anymore." Feng Jinghua gave up.

"Don't eat porridge. It can easily make people sick." Ye Xunqing wanted to say it's carcinogenic, but since they didn't understand, he changed his words and said, "Just throw it to the chickens."

Feng Jinghua returned the stove to Ye Xunqing, then took his clothes to the river to wash them.

Ye Xunqing took some time to scrape away the mushy rice, and then replaced it with new rice to cook.

"It seems like the Mid-Autumn Festival is almost here." Feng Jingheng chatted with Ye Xunqing while making a fire. "I think they'll be selling mooncakes on the street. Let's go to the market in a few days and buy some to eat."

Ye Xunqing calculated the days and said, "Mid-Autumn Festival is still more than half a month away. Why rush? Besides, we don't have to buy mooncakes. Can't we just make some ourselves?"

"Aqing, can you still make mooncakes?" Feng Jingheng felt very strange every time he heard Ye Xunqing wanted to make new food, because Aqing really couldn't cook anything before.

Ye Xunqing rolled up his sleeves and said proudly, "You name it! Cantonese-style, Suzhou-style, Beijing-style mooncakes, red bean paste, lotus seed paste, and fresh ham cakes. There's nothing I can't make, except what you can't imagine."

After falling ill, Ye Xunqing devoted all his energy to food and fighting cancer. Only these two things could bring him happiness and reduce the pain of the disease. Therefore, Ye Xunqing would not say that he is an unparalleled cooking god, but at least he must be at the level of a small Fugui.

Feng Jingheng couldn't tell the difference between Cantonese and crispy mooncakes, but he liked any mooncake made by Ah Qing.

"Okay, we'll make it ourselves." Feng Jingheng was very much looking forward to eating the mooncakes made by Ye Xunqing.

"Aheng, do we offer mooncakes to our ancestors during the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Ye Xunqing had a flash of inspiration and thought of a way to make money.

"Yes." Feng Jingheng still held traditional ideas. "The best should be offered to our ancestors."

Ye Xunqing smiled slightly, "Okay, I understand."