The next day.
Su Li got up and made them noodles with onion oil. The fragrance of onions wafted out from their small courtyard. The children passing by almost cried from how much they wanted the food.
After dinner, Jiao Yuying and Su Jidong went to work in the fields. Su Ze went to the mountain to see if the trap he made had caught any prey.
He Qingyao and He Qingmu were playing with Riceball when Su Li took out the thousand-word text she had brought from home and said to them,
"Stop playing. Come and do your morning read."
As soon as she finished speaking, He Qingyao and He Qingmu ran to the small stools and sat down.
Su Li stood at the front like a strict female teacher. She placed the book in front of He Qingyao and He Qingmu.
"Heaven, Earth, Black, Yellow, and Primordial…" Su Li's clear voice sounded in the small courtyard.
Then, two childish voices sounded. "Heaven, Earth, Black, Yellow, and Primordial Universe…"
