"I just want to learn how to read, just like Brother Changhong." Lin Chushui thought for a while and stated with a determined look.
He had never thought about trying for academic honours; he just thought he might be able to help Lin Caisang in the future. If he couldn't recognize a single word, what could he do? So, he must learn to read.
"Alright then."
Lin Caisang didn't insist on him doing anything, and nodded in agreement.
...
Lin Chushui left contentedly, going down the mountain to the kitchen to get eggs. He needed to speak to Third Uncle Lin Baiyi and ask him to bring Guman to Manghuang Mountain so Lin Caisang could treat his hand injury.
"Father, have you spoken to Sister Sangsang?"
In the Lin Family house, Lin Caiqing interrogated her father once again.
Lin Baiyi, who was sharpening a bamboo container with a small knife, nearly cut his hand. He looked up at his daughter who was squatting next to him, her rabbit-like eyes staring at him intently.
