The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Yoohoo," Yang Chuxia laughed, "you’ve learned well in respecting your teacher. It seems your teacher didn’t teach you in vain, and Ye Wu didn’t care for you for nothing." As if she didn’t know, she knew this boy liked the soft sword, and Ye Wu spent quite a sum to get one for him. He often brought things back for Yangyang and was very patient in teaching martial arts, strict when necessary, and relaxed when appropriate.

"My master is very good to me," Yangyang said, looking up, "He teaches me kung fu earnestly. Brother said, although he used to be my father’s guard, he’s my master now, and I can’t treat him the same as before."

"Hmm, your brother is right." Yang Chuxia agreed with Lele’s words and flicked Yangyang’s forehead, "Silly boy, how could your mother forget such a thing? The gift is ready for you. Do you want to deliver it now or wait until noon?"

"Wow, I knew mother is meticulous." The little guy nodded in satisfaction, "Mother, I’ll deliver it now. It’s better to send gifts early rather than late, right?"

"Right, right, right. Mingcui, take the things and accompany Yangyang over; it’s hard for him to carry alone. Later, let Ming Lan follow me." The gifts prepared for the children’s teacher were numerous, including wine, fabrics, clothes, red envelopes, and various pastries.

"Yes, thank you, Madam."

Mingcui blushed a little, as the madam was giving her and Ye Wu a chance to meet.

After Yangyang and Mingcui left, Lele was still there.

"Why haven’t you gone to the teacher yet?"

"Father, mother, let’s discuss something," Lele said as Ye Zi’an came out in a change of clothes.

"What is it now?" Ye Zi’an glanced at him.

His tone was so disdainful it almost made Lele shut up.

"I want to go to school."

"Are you sure?" Yang Chuxia asked, a little suspicious.

She always thought her son didn’t like crowded places. After all, her son’s bit of extroversion and warmth only came out when he was with family. She couldn’t imagine how her aloof son would study in a school environment.

"I’m sure!"

Ye Zi’an also asked, "Why? Isn’t your teacher teaching well?"

"Of course not; the teacher teaches well. It’s just that at home, only my brother and I study. Without comparison, I don’t know how I compare to others," Lele said, "By going to school, I can know my level. Although I’m a bit cold and not easy to get along with, if I take Yangyang with me, I won’t have to worry about relationships with classmates."

"Hey, you’re shrewd, even counting Yangyang in?" Yang Chuxia flicked his forehead, thought for a while, and said, "But son, have you thought about what happens if, at school, your performance gets back to the Emperor?"

"Mother, am I dumb?" Lele said, "Don’t I know how to hide my true level? I just have to mix up somewhere in the upper middle level during tests. It won’t be too fake and can conceal myself."

"Son, being overly confident is arrogance," Ye Zi’an said, "How can you be sure you’re better than upper middle? What if your true level is only mid-lower when you get to school?"

"..." Lele’s face turned green; he almost walked away. (Next Chapter title is incorrect, content is different, rest assured to subscribe)