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"What?" Liu Qingxi's drowsy mind immediately became alert.
"Qingxi, I'm going to take the Imperial Examination in the county town. I might not be back for a while!" Yang Yichen gazed longingly at the girl's beautiful face.
When Liu Qingxi looked over, he quickly shifted his gaze, his voice cold and distant.
"Then you need to take care of yourself. The Imperial Examination is exhausting!" Liu Qingxi said softly.
In modern times, it seemed she had heard that the ancient Imperial Examination lasted for several days, with all needs taken care of there. If one's health was poor, it would be difficult to endure until the end.
She worried that Yang Yichen wouldn't be able to hold on until the very last moment with his current health.
"Mm!" Yang Yichen replied in a very low voice.
Zhang Sanyou was also present, so he didn't want to say too much: "Well then, Uncle Sanyou, I'm leaving now!"
"Alright, Young Master Yang, take care!" Zhang Sanyou replied cheerfully.
"This Young Master Yang isn't as spoiled as one might think; he's a good kid!" she thought silently.
In the dim night, illuminated by the faint light from the nearby farmer's lamp, the silhouette of the young man stretched long until it disappeared. Only then did Liu Qingxi follow Zhang Sanyou into the house.
Aunt Song had already come out to greet them. Liu Qingxi nodded slightly and smiled: "Uncle Sanyou, Aunt Song, I won't stay long. I need to go back and cook. Thank you for your hard work these past few days; here’s some money for you!"
Liu Qingxi took out three Ten Wen coins and handed them to Zhang Sanyou.
"How can I accept this? I haven't done anything!" Zhang Sanyou scratched his head in his signature manner, feeling embarrassed to reach out for the money.
"Uncle Sanyou, why aren't you working? I can't get much done without you. You deserve this!" Liu Qingxi insisted as she handed him the money.
Song was beside them, grinning widely, happier than someone who had just eaten honey. She pretended to refuse a couple of times, but seeing Liu Qingxi's genuine intention to give, she decided not to push it any further.
Once Liu Qingxi left, she excitedly shouted, "Look, dear! Look at all this money!" A full thirty wen was an extraordinary income in Song's eyes.
Zhang Sanyou was equally pleased. Looking at the hardworking woman before him, he smiled warmly and said, "Wife, you keep this. I'll work hard from now on and earn more money, hehe!"
Just thinking about it made him happy; ten wen a day would amount to three hundred wen in a month. Even if he didn't work every day, earning two or three taels of silver in a year was definitely achievable.
For someone used to poverty, this was an opportunity that seemed almost unattainable.
After all, if any family could save up one or two and a half taels of silver by the end of the year, it would be a significant achievement, elevating them to the status of wealthy individuals in the village.
"Dear, Qingxi is really great! The pay is quite generous—more than what they offer in town! You need to work hard!"
"Do I need you to tell me? I'll definitely work hard!" Zhang Sanyou replied with newfound confidence, determined to provide better living conditions for his wife and children.
In Liu Qingxi's courtyard, a faint light glimmered.
As soon as he entered the house, he saw a figure busy by the stove. The person was shorter than the stove itself and struggled a bit while working.
Clumsily placing items into the pot, their body squatted by the stove, casting a rosy glow on their flushed cheeks.
After a busy day, Liu Qingxi suddenly felt a sense of lightness throughout her body; happiness was indeed that simple.
Having experienced the ups and downs of human relationships, Liu Qingyan loved to play, but she knew how hard her sister worked outside. So, when he returned, the first thing he did was cook.
This way, he could help share some of the burden!
At seven years old, due to prolonged malnutrition, he was about the same height as a five-year-old child.
Every step of cooking was difficult for him, but Kid silently exerted all his effort to complete it.
His eyes suddenly became moist!
It had been so many years since he felt such emotion; it had been so long since anyone had brought her warmth like this.
Suppressing the bitterness in her eyes, Liu Qingxi quickly stepped forward: "Yan, you don't have to do that; you can't. Let your sister handle it!"
Kid turned around abruptly and saw the person closest to him. He rushed over, his dusty little face breaking into a genuine smile: "Sister, you're back!"
"Yes, where did you go to play today?"
"I just played with Er Zhuzi, but I came back early to make dinner for you. Hehe~~~"
Kid puffed out his chest and lifted the pot lid, revealing a pot of clear porridge with only a few grains of rice—oh! No, it could barely be called soup—presented before her.
Kid's proud expression seeking praise made Liu Qingxi's fatigue vanish: "Yes, yes, Yan is amazing! You've worked hard!"
Liu Qingyan was even happier now. She bounced over from the room with a stool for Liu Qingxi to sit down on. "Sister, just wait a little longer and we can eat!"
At that moment, as Liu Qingyan busied herself, Liu Qingxi suddenly realized something.
She had always wanted to give him the best, to shield him from the pains of the world, and to let him grow up carefree.
But this approach was not correct; it would only lead Liu Qingyan to become idle, unaccomplished, and unambitious.
This would be detrimental to his future. It was essential to cultivate the child's ability to take care of himself.
Indulgence was not true love; in fact, it could harm him.
"In the future, I should encourage him to practice more, teach him life skills, and let him learn gradually. More importantly, I need to teach him knowledge step by step!"
Liu Qingxi silently touched her own hands. After writing for so many years in modern times, she found that none of it was useful here.
However,
Looking around Ten Li Pu, she realized that there were hardly any literate people; she could count them on one hand.
She didn't dare easily reveal this skill. For a farmer's daughter to be literate would be a shocking and unbelievable thing for the people of this era.
She wondered if they would consider her a monster and burn her at the stake!
"Forget it, forget it. It's better to focus on making money!" While she was lost in thought, Liu Qingyan had already brought over the cooked porridge!
Liu Qingxi wanted to laugh but held it back. The thin rice porridge was almost like drinking water, but she didn't want to hurt the child's confidence.
"Yan, next time you make porridge, add more rice, okay? Just three times as much will do!"
The kid's face turned bright red. "Sister, it's my first time cooking, hehe!"
"It's alright, it's alright. I'll teach you later. Yan is really amazing!"
Liu Qingxi's praise made the kid very happy.
After the meal, Liu Qingxi and Liu Qingyan went back to their room to rest.
With something on her mind, she woke up early the next morning!
At this time, the light was dim, and the warm glow from the stove dispelled the morning chill.
Half an hour later, it was getting light, and diligent farmers were already out and about!
Liu Qingxi carried a steaming basket of flatbreads and pushed open the fence gate, heading straight south.
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