At the mention of reading, Auntie Dong started to feel troubled. She was illiterate and only knew how to write her own name. Most people in the village were like her. Even if it was a good book from the capital, they still could not read it.
"Mei Mei, to be honest, when I look at what's written in a book, it's like I'm trying to read a heavenly book. It's difficult to even teach me to write numbers now. Even though I want to earn money, I don't have that kind of ability," Auntie Dong said with a frown.
"It's alright, Auntie Dong. I'll study it first before telling you the contents. When the time comes, we can all work together," Qiao Mei said with a smile.
Auntie Dong clapped her hands happily and said excitedly, "Mei Mei! You're really the god of wealth in our village! With you around, I'm not worried that my son won't be able to get a wife!"
