Stepmother in charge: Making a fortune through farming and raising her children to fight back

In the school.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yun Ersao and Yun Dengdeng. After all, they had never seen a child prodigy who could compose poetry at such a young age, so today they were in for an eye-opener.

"Son, come on, show everyone the poem you wrote." Sister Yun patted her son's shoulder proudly.

Yun Dengdeng subconsciously took a step back, his eyes a little dull.

Mrs. Yun looked at her son with some surprise and said, "Read it. Everyone is watching. Hasn't he memorized it thoroughly at home?"

Yun Dengdeng could only grit his teeth, close his eyes, and begin to recite a poem: "The hedges are sparse, the path is deep, the new leaves on the treetops have not yet formed shade. Children run quickly to chase yellow butterflies, but they fly into the cauliflower and are nowhere to be found." (Note)

This is a descriptive poem that also describes the happy scene of children. Although it cannot be considered a quatrain, it is at least an excellent work.

It just... doesn't seem like it was written by a child.

Yun Zhenzhen pursed her lips and realized that the expressions of the teacher and Yun Jing present were not right. Even Awen, who had been jumping around at the beginning, became quiet.

Something was wrong, and she frowned.

Second Sister Yun thought everyone was astonished by her son's talent, and was as proud as a peacock: "What do you think, Master? I told you my son is amazing and a child prodigy. If you don't accept such a talent, I will send him to the county. Others will definitely scramble to get him."

Master Yan sighed and looked at Yun Jing again, as if he didn't know how to start.

Mrs. Yun Er was immediately furious: "Master, what do you mean by this? Do you think you can accept a student based on the fact that he is just a young boy? My son can write poetry. In a few years, he may even be better than Brother Jing. You must not miss out on this promising student."

Master Yan was too lazy to argue with her, and instead looked at Yun Jing: "Yun Jing, what do you think?"

Yun Jing pursed his lips and shook his head helplessly: "Sir, please handle this impartially and don't consider my feelings."

"Alas, you child." Master Yan sighed and looked at Yun Ersao: "Send your child back. I'm sorry, I can't accept him as my student."

"Why?" Second Sister Yun jumped up in anxiety. "What's wrong with my child? Is it this poem that's not good? He's only a few years old. He will definitely be able to write more beautiful poems in the future. Are you worried that my family can't afford the fees? Don't worry, my son is Yun Zhenzhen's nephew. I will definitely not let your family lose money."

Yun Zhenzhen's face suddenly turned dark.

So you treat this place as a nursery, right? If you have any connection with it, you have to take full responsibility?

Before Yun Zhenzhen could say anything, Yun Dengdeng, who was beside Yun Ersao, suddenly pulled her arm and said coquettishly, "Mom, since the teacher doesn't want to accept me, then I won't go to school here anymore. Let's go back to study."

"Why go back?" Second Sister Yun still didn't understand what was going on, so she wanted to argue: "You're so smart, why wouldn't he want you? I want to know why!"

"Just because this poem was not written by him." Master Yan said lightly.

"What!?" Mrs. Yun was so shocked that she stood there in shock.

It took her a long while to come to her senses. "Impossible! This is what my son Deng Deng wrote. He read it to me himself. To reward him, I bought him a pound of osmanthus cake that day..."

Wang Ze, who was standing by, couldn't stand it any longer and burst out laughing: "So you lied just to get food, you're really shameless."

Second Sister Yun turned around with a glare, but when she saw Wang Ze in gorgeous clothes and a servant following behind him, she instantly wilted. "You...what nonsense are you talking about? This was written by my Deng Deng. What makes you say he copied it?"

"Okay, I get it. You just can't stand my son Deng Deng's talent, so you slander him and want to ruin his future..."

Yun Dengdeng couldn't bear it any more and pulled his mother, wanting to take her home: "Mom, I don't want to study here anymore, let's go back."

Second Sister-in-law Yun ignored him and insisted on arguing: "What do you mean by this? My son is so talented, but you just don't want to accept him, right? And Jing'er, you are his biological brother, why don't you say a word to help..."

"Second Aunt..." Yun Jing couldn't help but speak, "I wrote this poem before and read it to my brother. He must have memorized it then. Master Yan also knows about this."

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene suddenly fell silent, and even Yun Ersao was stunned where she stood.

It took her a long while to react and she started to retort, "How...how is that possible? You weren't home when Deng Deng recited this poem to me. How could you have copied it?"

"Although I haven't been home during this period, the poems and calligraphy I wrote before are all at home. My cousin might have seen them when he came to play in my room."

Yun Jing said calmly, "I have a backup copy of this poem. I showed it to you half a month ago. It will soon be included in the book. If you don't believe me, you can go in and take a look."

Master Yan went over and picked up a book from the table, which contained the poem that Yun Dengdeng had recited.

Now that there was evidence and witnesses, and even the story was clearly organized, Yun Ersao was completely frozen in place.

Yun Dengdeng was so ashamed that he didn't even dare to raise his head.

At first, he just saw the poem in his cousin's room and secretly wrote it down, thinking of making his mother happy and asking her to buy more delicious food for him.

But who knew that his mother would have other thoughts, but he didn't dare to tell the truth, which led to this step being out of control.

"Did you copy it from your eldest brother?!" Mrs. Yun felt a little dazed.

What was the point of her arrogance all this time, and her style of coming here to slap Yun Zhenzhen in the face? Now, she has brought shame directly to Qinjia Village.

"You dead kid!" Yun Ersao's face was burning like a monkey's butt. She raised her hand and slapped Yun Dengdeng on the back several times.

Yun Dengdeng lowered his head in shame, not daring to hide away, just hoping someone would come and help pull his mother away.

But who would bother to meddle in other people's business? It's only natural for a mother to teach her son a lesson.

Yun Zhenzhen is too lazy to meddle in the Yun family's affairs.

Yun Jing also felt that his cousin had been taught a bad lesson. Not only was he greedy and playful before, but now he even dared to impersonate someone else. If he was not taught a lesson, he would probably cause big trouble in the future.

Yun Dengdeng was severely beaten. He was wrong in this matter. After returning home, his father knew about it and beat him up again. Even grandma couldn't stop them, so he couldn't go out for several days after returning home.

The farce ended and the school returned to its former tranquility.