After being reborn as a man, the woman improved her family's fortunes through education.

The holiday is almost over, and the Hui school term is just around the corner.

During Jiang Xiaoqi's vacation, he would play on his own in the evenings and play with his six older sisters during the day. After all, he was not yet seven years old and had no worries.

He should cherish this time when he is still a child, because once he grows up, even his own sisters will require him to maintain a distance and follow proper etiquette.

His two elder sisters were naturally the closest to him, while his third and fourth sisters, born to Aunt Pan, were somewhat obsequious to him, and his fifth and sixth sisters, the twins, were a bit cautious.

Jiang Xiaoqi didn't care about so many details. Everyone had the same surname, Jiang. He wouldn't suppress his half-sister, nor would he let her bully his legitimate sister.

He is a beneficiary of the system, but he has no obligation to save all people. Everyone has their own responsibilities to bear in different positions. Injustice is fairness in another sense.

If you have fewer resources, you can lie low for a while, and no one will blame the illegitimate daughter for not supporting the family business.

However, if his legitimate son, the only son in four generations, is truly disappointing, many people will likely speak ill of the Jiang family of Changshou Village behind their backs.

The start of the school year means he'll be moving on to a higher level of education, which will involve more comprehensive studies and preparation for the county-level exams. He also has his own thorns to overcome.

"Child, don't rush on the road. Take a rest if you get tired. We set off early, so we won't be late," Grandpa Jiang instructed.

"I understand, Grandfather. Please don't overwork yourselves at home, and remember to take the tonics I left for you."

Jiang Xiaoqi boarded the carriage and slowly headed towards Xinghe County.

He leaned against the window, looking at the withered grass along the way that had not yet thawed: the road ahead was still long, and he carried the expectations of his whole family on his shoulders, but he could not become a bookworm who only knew how to study.

I definitely need to go to the capital in the future. My family's schools are missing most of the knowledge of rites, music, archery, horsemanship, calligraphy, and martial arts. I need to ask the system to find a solution.

At least for my future studies, I won't have to hire bodyguards every time.

Otherwise, they would hire long-term bodyguards or buy some healthy children and hire a martial arts instructor to train them for several years, but all of this requires a lot of money.

Jiang Xiaoqi was thinking about his future plans, while his servant Wenbin was reading a book. When he returned home this time, his grandfather, Steward Wen, learned that the young master was outstanding in his studies and was afraid that more people would follow him if he entered officialdom in the future. Therefore, he urged his grandson to make more progress.

Wenbin was also afraid that he wouldn't be able to become the young master's trusted steward in the future, so he was very proactive in learning more.

The carriage moved forward at a steady pace, swaying gently, while the two children laid the foundation stones for their future paths.

Jiang Clan School

"Master Yan, congratulations!"

"Master Ding, what is there to be happy about?"

"Hahaha, with students moving up to higher grades this spring, your Class B is going to have a prodigy!"

"You mean Jiang Mingfei, who has been at the top of Class C for only half a year since entering the academy?"

"Who else could it be but him? That child just turned four this year. Although Yun Muze and Lin Xiao are also good, they are big kids after all."

"Yeah, but in the end we all have to go to your Class A, I'm just a passerby making money!"

"Alas, you are mistaken. If these children achieve academic success in the future, it will also be thanks to you, Master Yan. You are equally a respected teacher!"

As Master Yan and Master Ding were chatting, Jiang Xiaoqi and Yun Muze/Lin Xiao walked in.

"Greetings, Master Yan; greetings, Master Ding." The three bowed in unison.

"Okay," Master Yan nodded. "From now on, you'll be in my Class B. Go and get to know your classmates."

"Yes, Master," the three bowed in response.

Three students from Class C were promoted to Class B, and three students from Class B were promoted to Class A, leaving three vacancies in Class B.

"Mingfei, you choose your seat first." Lin Xiao looked at Jiang Xiaoqi with gentle eyes.

Jiang Xiaoqi turned to look at Yun Muze and saw that he had no objections.

"Okay, then I'll sit in the front row. It won't block my view." The students in Class B are generally older and taller than those in Class C.

The short, academically gifted Jiang Xiaoqi would certainly not choose a seat at the back. Since Lin Xiao and Yun Muze were taking such good care of her, she naturally chose the VIP seat closest to the teacher.

The other two seemed to have anticipated Jiang Xiaoqi's choice, and walked straight back with their schoolbags on their backs.

Of course, they also received admiring glances from their former classmates from Class B along the way.

After Jiang Xiaoqi sat down, he set out his writing brush and ink. To his right was a chubby boy, about as fat as Zhang Duobao, with eyes narrowed to slits and exceptionally round and prominent cheekbones.

Indeed, skinny people come in all sorts of strange shapes and sizes, while fat people all look the same. All the chubby kids in the world have something in common.

Soon after, Mr. Yan entered the classroom. Jiang Xiaoqi also pulled herself out of her jumbled thoughts.

Master Yan's mathematical skills are indeed impressive; this is much more difficult than the elementary school word problems he had done before.

After finishing his lesson, Master Yan assigned several problems as homework.

Jiang Xiaoqi wanted to finish the problem during lunch so that she wouldn't miss her bedtime that night.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the chubby boy also deep in thought about the problem, scratching his head from time to time with a troubled expression on his face.

"Is it that difficult? I don't believe it." Jiang Xiaoqi wasn't hungry at the moment, and Wenbin brought the food back for her to eat.

"Mingfei, even now that you're in Class B, you're still the same as before. It was one thing to save time during lunch to practice calligraphy, but now that your handwriting is much better and you've moved up a class, why can't you let yourself off the hook?"

"That's right, that's right. It's okay to relax a little. You're still so young, don't overwork yourself!"

Here, Yun Muze and Lin Xiao are the people he is closest to. Although they had a decent relationship in Class C, they still had friends from many years of school together.

Another reason is the age gap. People of similar age spend more time playing together, especially since I am a newcomer and don't like to play around.

But when they got to Class B, things seemed to change. Since each class was in a different courtyard, no one would go out of their way to find their old classmates.

Moreover, the natural hierarchy of A, B, C, and D means that the class you're in will inevitably lead you to a new circle, and this new circle will change as you move on to the next level of education.

Just as students in the preliminary stage of education associate with each other, scholars in the county level gather with each other, and successful candidates in the provincial level attend banquets hosted by their superiors, people's interactions also require "matching social status".

This has always been the case throughout history.

He paused to think for a moment, which was actually only a breath: "I've gotten a little better at the teacher's question, but I'm afraid I'll forget it when I eat, so I thought I'd finish it first."

"You already have an idea?! Tell me about it." Yun Muze loved mathematics, and seeing that Jiang Xiaoqi didn't seem to be bragging, he immediately became interested.

"A-Yong, you and Yun-Luo go to the canteen and get our food back."

"Yes, Master!"

Lin Xiao didn't want to talk to his dim-witted cousin. He had invited people to dinner together, but instead of getting them to come, he had to bring two more along.