After dinner, the whole family sat in the hall and talked.
The day was short in winter, and the sky soon turned dark.
It was too early and she could not sleep.
Ye Muyu thought about it and decided to teach Ye Zhao how to read.
Ziluo was cheering for her uncle.
"Sister, it's too difficult to read." Ye Zhao had been dealt a blow by his little niece time and time again, and he was about to cry now.
Old Madam Ye was sewing and listening to him. When she heard him, she slapped his arm. "You child, if you don't take the opportunity to learn how to read, you won't even know when you're scammed."
"I think your sister is right. Even if you can't write, you have to recognize the words."
"Tomorrow, I'll sign you up for school. You go to school yourself. After you finish learning, do your own work." Old Madam Ye said, not forgetting to ask for her daughter-in-law's opinion." Xiao Yan, do you think Mother wants Ye Zhao to learn how to read?"
