"All right." Having placed the Black Needle back into the deer leather bag, Yang Mengchen prepared to leave with Yang Chengrong and Yang Chengyou.
"Ms. Yang, please wait a moment."
Hua Ziyu promptly called out to Yang Mengchen, and reached to pull the blanket over his upper body. Although it wasn't the first time he had bared his skin in front of Yang Mengchen, he still felt rather embarrassed, "I see you're all very busy during the day, and at night you teach the villagers to read and practice martial arts. Have you not considered hiring a teacher?"
Understanding Hua Ziyu's thoughts, Yang Mengchen's face remained as calm as still water, "Young Master Hua, please speak frankly."
"What I mean is, since I'm going to be staying here for a while and have nothing else to do, why don't I teach the children during the day? That way, you can also have some relief. What do you think, Ms. Yang?"
