Gu Yundong stopped in his tracks. Gu Yunke grabbed her hand nervously.
The voice from the corner was still there. At this moment, another thin and childish voice sounded. "Teacher, I just want to help my family do some work. My family is in trouble now. Father injured his hand, so the work in the field is slow. I think…"
"Think, think, think, what are you thinking?" The teacher interrupted him sternly. "I told you long ago that we are scholars. The hands of scholars hold pens and write. Look at how rough your hands are now? If you use your hands to flip through books, you can cut the pages."
Gu Yundong frowned. What was this guy saying?
However, the Master seemed to get angrier as he spoke. "If your family is in trouble, won't other families be in trouble? If you lack money, you can borrow it from the Master. Why are you going to the fields? If you want to help your family, you can go and copy books. Will the Master stop you?"
