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Father Lu didn't take the jesting of the old and the young seriously. He took the chance to teach Xibao when it wasn't their busiest season yet.
Xibao was naturally intelligent and caught on quickly. Not just Father Lu; after a day or two, when Xibao had shown off a few of his skills, even the group of old masters wanted to teach him a thing or two. They were itching to do something other than labor, which they did day in and day out.
At that moment, a downpour came at just the right time.
The heavy rain made it impossible to go out and work.
The old masters and old ladies, who were not used to farm work, cheered, and the excitement began.
"Come here, Xibao, I'll teach you painting." Wen Ruyu, being the oldest, took the initiative.
Wenyue was unwilling to give in, "Xibao, didn't you say you wanted to hear a story? I'll tell you a story."
