After a week of studying, May is already more than halfway through.
The electric fan is now constantly on, as the daytime temperature often stays above 30℃. The clothes have also become much cooler, and if she doesn't go out, Jiang He still likes to wander around the house in her pajamas.
She just couldn't understand why poets and literary writers, along with the meddlesome Ming and Hong, would do such weird, stupid things.
Clearly, they could go out together, yet they insist on one person going out first and walking very slowly, waiting for the other to catch up.
It would be so simple to just count heads, but instead they count the feet of rabbits and chickens...
The one with the rabbits must also be a pervert like Xu Qing who has a thing for feet.
Jiang He clenched her fist and glared at Xu Qing with hostility, transferring the anger she felt towards the old farmer onto him.
"Reading has many benefits, the most direct of which is making money!"
"How does it make money?"
