65 Jian Rong

Jian Qingqing was not so busy after spring. Occasionally, Mother Jian would help her go to the stall, so she had some free time.

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Usually, she would go learn to read from Xiao Hu and the others how to read. She had not learned many words yet.

Jian Qingqing realized that Xiao Ye was more talented than Xiao Hu when it came to reading. Every time Xiao Hu came back from school and was asked about what he had learned, he would scratch his ears and cheeks. “Teacher told me about it, but I just can’t remember it clearly.”

As for Xiao Ye, his memory was really good. He could remember everything that his teacher had said clearly. After all, Xiao Ye was only five years old, and Xiao Hu was three years older than him.

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Therefore, Xiao Ye became Jian Qingqing’s little teacher, holding a book and shaking his head as he taught her. He was very proud.

The words and poems in this era were completely different from the era in her previous life. Jian Qingqing had a very hard time learning them. She could only follow the interpretation of the words taught by Xiao Ye and mark them in modern Chinese. She practiced them more than ten times a day, which reminded her of her ten years of studying in the modern world.

Alas, it was painful. She had graduated from university many years ago. Why did she have to study all over again?

She looked at Xiao Ye with envy. Why was his brain so good? He could recognize and write the words after see them once, even though they were still crooked.

Xiao Ye also did not understand why his sister was so stupid. She could not learn a word after teaching it many times, but he did not dare to say it out loud. He could only crouch in the corner and sigh silently.

Apart from learning to read, Jian Qingqing also remembered to take care of her treasures. She fertilized the crops and weeded them. The sweet potatoes had already grown many vines. She cut them off and planted them on the newly reclaimed sand.

The Jian Family was suspicious of this new crop. However, Jian Qingqing had earned quite a lot of money now. They did not need to rely on this little bit of land. Therefore, they did not care about Jian Qingqing planting these things.

One day, when Jian Rong came to the Jian Family’s house. Jian Qingqing was practicing her calligraphy. Xiao Ye stood by the side and stared at her. When she saw Jian Rong, her eyes lit up and she threw down her pen, she flew out happily and asked, “Xiao Rong, why are you here? Are you looking for us to go out and play?”

Jian Rong said awkwardly, “No.. Sister Qingqing, I have something to ask you.”

Jian Qingqing was disappointed for a moment, then she asked, “Oh, tell me what it is.”

Jian Rong said embarrassedly, “It’s just.. um..”

Jian Qingqing saw that he could not say anything for a long time, so she said with a smile, “Is there anything I can help you with? I will help you if I can.”

Jian Rong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Sister Qingqing, do you know where the county is recruiting workers? I can do anything!”

Jian Qingqing was stunned for a moment. Why did he have to look for her when he could find a job himself? Then she realized that he must have already looked, and they did not want him. So, he came to find her to see if she had any acquaintances who would help him.

Jian Qingqing thought for a moment. Jian Rong was a few months younger than her. He was only eight years old, so no one would want him as a worker. Although she went to the county every day, she really did not know many people. Although there were many wealthy customers, they would not talk about their own family matters. No one knew which family would want to hire a male servant.

Moreover, she was only the owner of a stall. They did not have much of a relationship with her, so she was in a difficult situation.

Suddenly, she had an idea.

If no one wanted to hire her, she could hire them!

She looked at Jian Rong with a sinister smile. “Xiao Rong, do you want to do business with me?”