"Mom, do you want to be an accountant?" Qiao Mei asked.
Li Gui waved her hands nervously and said, "Do you know what you're talking about! I'm illiterate and you want me to be an accountant!"
"Since you're so good at calculations, why can't you be an accountant? If you can't read, you can learn. During the day, when you're free, I'll get my grandfather to teach you. At night, when Zhang Wei comes back, then he can teach you. You'll definitely be able to learn in half a year. Look at how many words Wang Qin knows. She had studied for a few years, but she doesn't really know much," Qiao Mei bluffed.
Wang Qin had graduated from junior high school. At that time, anyone with such a certificate was considered very capable. Li Gui had never gone to school at all and it would be difficult for her to catch up with Wang Qin in half a year.
