Facing her son's sudden resolve, Wu Lan's heart softened with unwillingness to be harsh. She gently wiped the tears from Qi Mountain's face with her sleeve, her eyes full of motherly love, "Child, it's good that you have such aspiration, but we also have to consider the harsh reality..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Jiang Youwei abruptly interrupted her.
Jiang Youwei's expression was grave as he heavily tapped his fingers on the wooden table, each knock seeming to speak of life's difficulties, "Study? Pass exams and achieve official status? Do you think that's an easy task? Look at our family situation, look at the state of health of your mother and me, then look at the heavy farm work. You need to shoulder the responsibilities of a man! Stop talking about those impractical dreams. Can those books feed you, can they lighten our burden?"
