A look of surprise flashed through his gloomy eyebrows as he said, âWifeâ¦â
âFourth Brother, do you think my knowledge is not good enough?â She asked with a light smile.
âNo.â His heart leaped for joy, âYou really want to teach me how to read and write?â
âYes.â
Bitterness filled his eyes, âEven if I learn to read and write, in the endâ¦â
âFourth Brother, youâre wrong.â She stared intently at him, âFourth Brother is very intelligent, if you learn to read, I will teach you medicine. Even with your leg disability, youâll be able to survive on your own abilities.â
This was the path she was paving for Qinghe.
His eyes finally brightened, âCan I really do it?â
âBelieve in me, you can do it.â
âAlright.â He nodded solemnly, with a firm determination in his heart to study hard.
âYou go on making the bamboo basket; we canât delay the rest of the work.â She said, âIâll be back soon. If anyone comes to our house to buy the medicinal mud toothpaste, just sell it at the listed price.â
âHmm.â
Su Qingyue took the washbasin used for washing dishes at home and went to the river bank. At the shallow part of the river, she lifted her trouser legs, entered the water, and moved the stones at the bottom of the river. She scooped up a handful of river sand, drained the water, and put the sand into a wooden basin placed on the shore.
She repeated this process until the basin was full.
On the shore, Li Gui approached from a distance. Su Qingyue took the wooden basin filled with sand and walked back.
Li Gui blocked her way, looking at her ordinary appearance, his voice slightly hoarse, âSu Qingyue⦠â
âWhat?â She glared at him with an unfriendly gaze.
She knew that this encounter was not a coincidence. He had bribed a few children in the village, and when the children saw her, they reported to him, and he hurried over.
His eyes were somewhat excited, âI already know, you are still pure and clean!â This matter excited him so much that he could hardly sleep.
She looked very cold, âIs that what you wanted to tell me? Havenât you hurt me enough?â
âIâ¦â
Su Qingyue saw other people around her and didnât want to waste her breath on him, âStay away from me in the future!â
She coldly left a sentence and walked away.
Li Gui watched her slender and skinny silhouette, a trace of reluctance in his eyes. He glanced at the basin of sand she was carrying, puzzled but didnât give it much thought.
A few villagers saw that the two only passed by each other and didnât get overly curious.
Su Qingyue spread out the basin of river sand she dug up in the Xiao Familyâs yard.
When the sand was half dry, she went into the storage room and found the wooden tray used to display goods when Xiao Yuchuan was selling things.
The base of this wooden tray was a square flat wooden board, surrounded by rectangular wooden boards about ten centimeters high. It looked like a square box without a lid.
She poured the entire washbasin of sand into the âwooden boxâ, using her hand to press and smooth the sand inside the box.
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At first, Xiao Qinghe didnât understand what she was doing. When she casually picked a couple of thin bamboo branches slightly longer than her fingers from the fence and handed one to him, he understood.
His wife was going to use this sand table to teach him how to write!
He couldnât help but admire, âPen and ink are too expensive, the sand table can be written on repeatedly. Wife, you are so smart.â
Seeing that he had finished making the bamboo basket, she said, âThe lamplight at night is not good enough for practicing writing; better to do it during the daytime. From now on, during daytime, Iâll teach you to read for one hour each day.â
She pulled up a desk, placed the sand table on her lap, and took the bamboo branch to write a neat character on the slightly damp sand table.