Yang Ruxin flashed a smile at Gu Qingheng, feeling incredibly great to be understood and supported unconditionally by someone.
However, swirling in those bewitching eyes of Gu Qingheng was something called indulgence.
"Besides, being illiterate also makes it impossible to get things done, so starting tomorrow, Bai Rongguang, you will be in charge of teaching everyone to recognize characters. At a minimum, they should be able to write their own names and recognize all of our names. They should be able to write and recognize simple letters. If anyone displays a talent for learning, I will also send them to private schools for further education..."
Everyone was slightly stunned. Reading? Such a luxurious affair, and yet, now that they had sold themselves into servitude, they had a chance?
"We really can study?" Shuimu, just fourteen years old, lit up upon hearing Yang Ruxin's words.
