After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

Then Yang Ge'er took Yun Niang's hand and said, "Then, I'll go to school."

He clenched his little fist: "I'll do my best so the teacher will like me."

He walked in front of Yunniang, then turned around, revealing a few very neat teeth, and said earnestly, "From now on, Xie Yang will stand in front to protect Aunt."

Jiang Zhiyun didn't know why, but tears just started falling.

She thought back to her past life, when she raised so many children, each one with utmost care and dedication, many of whom were from the Xu family clan. She also thought about nurturing the younger generation of the Xu family into promising individuals.

But everyone in the family knew when Xu Ping'an was keeping a mistress. Even those she had raised tried to persuade her to stop making a scene and to consider the bigger picture.

How cold and selfish they are! She built this family from scratch, but in the end, these people usurped her place and didn't care about her because she was just a woman. They always took her hard work for granted.

Rather than the fact that Xu Ping'an keeping a mistress made her feel uncomfortable, what truly broke her heart was the attitude of those who raised her.

Looking back now, she feels like she was a joke in her past life.

Now, she has met someone like Yang Ge'er, who seems to have picked up her wounded heart and pieced it back together.

Perhaps it was because I suffered too much in my past life that I was able to be reborn and have a chance to choose my life again.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiyun quickly caught up with Yang Ge'er. The backs of the two figures, one tall and one short, were bathed in the gentle sunlight, making their smiles even more beautiful.

"dong dong dong"

Yunniang knocked on the door cautiously. This time, she brought the most famous elementary school in the area. It was said that the teacher here had served as an official before coming to this remote town to live in seclusion.

In short, many wealthy people send their children here. Because the entry requirements are extremely high, Jiang Zhiyun had never considered coming here. Now, she has prepared her own chestnut pastries, made with chestnuts she picked from the mountain yesterday and steamed fresh today. ? ?

The tuition fee for the apprenticeship has been prepared. The previous families had not accepted it, and now standing here, I feel a little apprehensive.

Yang Ge'er asked nervously, "Aunt, what should we do if we are rejected again?"

He was a little scared. He had just started thinking about becoming like his uncle, and he knew this was his last chance.

So I couldn't help but ask.

“If you are rejected again, your aunt will take you to look elsewhere. There’s always a way.” Yunniang patted his head. “Remember, if no teacher accepts you this time either, don’t blame yourself.”

"Finding a teacher is all about fate." Judging by appearance or first impression, if you reluctantly accept someone and they don't treat Yang Ge well, it's all for nothing.

Moreover, since they are only just beginning their education, a good teacher is certainly important.

As soon as these words were spoken, the door inside opened. This time it wasn't a doorman, but a man in a worn blue long gown standing behind Jiang Zhiyun.

Then she smiled and said, "It's rare to see such a young lady like you; you seem to have some education."

After all, this area is too poor, and there are few educated men, let alone someone as sensible as Jiang Zhiyun.

"Greetings, Master." Jiang Zhiyun bowed to him, and Yang Ge'er followed suit, still somewhat bewildered.

Then Yang Ge'er took the book that Yun Niang had given him and carefully placed it in his palm: "I have also read books. This was given to me by my aunt."

“Master, I am useful. I will work hard and want to become your disciple.”

The little guy's face turned red; he was getting anxious, fearing that the teacher would abandon him.

Seeing that the teacher did not reprimand her, Jiang Zhiyun quickly handed over the prepared tuition fee: "Teacher, this is the tuition fee for becoming a disciple."

“We sincerely want to become your disciples, but as you heard, we asked around, and no one was willing to accept us. The main reason is that we are exiled, which will affect our future studies.”

However, Xie Shuheng has now joined the army, and if he obtains a certain rank, he will be exempt from exile. Jiang Zhiyun can guarantee this; Xie Shuheng will definitely be able to do so.

It's a pity that Yang Ge'er left early in his previous life and didn't get to experience these things.

The teacher didn't first check the value of the tuition fees or the size of the meat strips. Instead, he looked at the book in Yang Ge'er's hand and said with some surprise, "This book... is it handwritten by Mr. Zhuang Yusheng?"

Yunniang never expected that he was an old acquaintance of Zhuang Yusheng. If he could recognize him at a glance, he must be someone she knew well.

"Yes, it's Mr. Zhuang's," Yunniang quickly replied. "You know Mr. Zhuang?"

Her eyes were filled with excitement, which then dimmed.

“But it would have been better if you had gotten to know us sooner. Back then, Mr. Zhuang was still alive. Now, Mr. Zhuang’s grave is not far from our house.”

Yunniang sighed.

He remained silent for a long while before saying, "Life is unpredictable, and everyone must die eventually. Everyone in the town knows about his death, and I know it too."

"I thought that with corpses strewn everywhere, at least there would be a burial ground, which would be a relief. But in this world, at least he has a grave, and his books are still there, right? Those treasures." His eyes reddened as he spoke.

“Yes, at my house.” Yunniang nodded.

"That's good. His precious things are still there. As long as his writings can be studied by future generations, everything will be known. Although I am not as capable as Mr. Zhuang, I am still his good-for-nothing junior brother."

"You can leave your child with me. I'll find someone to take care of him from now on. But let me make this clear from the start: although he can continue to study with me, he can't go home whenever he wants, even though he's young. He only gets four days off a month. You'd better visit him as infrequently as possible."

"If we're going to train someone, we'll train them to the best of our ability. That's my principle." He said this with a serious expression, his earlier emotional demeanor gone.

"Of course. Don't worry, sir, we won't bother you."

"My name is Deng Pingsheng. What is this child's name?"

The little guy replied earnestly, "My name is Xie Yang; the Yang from Yangxu Mountain."

"I don't have a name yet. My aunt said that when I grow up, my teacher will give me one, right?" The little guy's eyes were burning with anticipation as he looked at Mr. Deng.

Deng Pingsheng neither refused nor agreed.

She simply pulled Xie Yang inside, with Yunniang following behind. Together they watched as Xie Yang kowtowed, completed the apprenticeship ceremony, and presented his tuition, thus officially becoming a disciple.

Jiang Zhiyun watched Xie Yang stand obediently in front of the teacher, waving goodbye. So sensible, it pained her.

After Yunniang left, Xie Yang chased after her and, having somehow obtained a willow branch, placed it in Jiang Zhiyun's hand.

Jiang Zhiyun asked in surprise, "What's wrong, Yang-ge'er?"

"Is there anything you want to say to me?"