She Only Cares About Cultivation

Their four teachers always manage to avoid clashing schedules. An Yi gave compensation, and the teachers’ initial dissatisfaction was appeased due to her reasonableness. The school also tacitly approved of her actions, as after all, inviting An Yi to the county for substitute teaching was personally negotiated by the principals of both the First Middle School and First High School. What reason did a rural primary school principal have to object?

No one expected Teacher An to be so generous and come up with such a win-win solution, but it also showed Teacher An’s dedication and responsibility.

She didn’t abandon the children and also took care of each teacher’s feelings and concerns; one really couldn’t say anything against her character. It’s no wonder she can raise two children who aren’t her own — a feat ordinary people would find difficult.

Teachers earn 14.5 cents a month for 22 days of classes, roughly six cents and six tenths per day. She suddenly gave them 50 cents. Who wouldn’t want that?

Surely everyone would scramble for this benefit, yet An Yi paid for 22 days, a total of ten yuan, equivalent to working for free in the city, which sounds like a loss.

But what An Yi gained was experience and commendation from the two schools. With these, she was satisfied and indifferent to everything else.

After all, the families of the three teachers were quite struggling, so she took this opportunity to give them a chance for extra income — who wouldn’t be happy?

The time used was all during class; no free time was occupied. Where else could one find such a good part-time job?

As far as what others think, it doesn’t matter to her as long as she doesn’t feel at a loss herself.

Originally, life was just living step by step. It didn’t seem bad, but she never expected that one day, she would find her mother who had been missing for so long. The bigger surprise was that her mother was not only alive but had with her her entire maternal family and her brother, who had already married and started his own family.

When this group of twenty-odd people saw her at the Police Station, she actually didn’t have the courage to step forward and acknowledge them. As she approached them as a stranger, she overheard: "Mother, don’t worry, I won’t let Ashui ignore us, and I won’t allow her to neglect you all either."

Here, "you all" referred to the original maternal family: grandma, grandpa, uncles and aunts, cousins and siblings — twenty-odd people. As for why they didn’t have jobs and why they were here, she didn’t want to know. Just hearing that "Ashui won’t neglect us," An Yi felt it was enough.

Fortunately, she faced them with a stranger’s face, so when Yishui and An Yi’s faces didn’t match, her mother, who used to be bullied by other wives and seemed slightly weak, actually scolded her fiercely for taking Yishui’s name and enjoying privileges meant for a veteran family, demanding that she vacate the house she currently lived in.

But that house was bought with gold she handed in; why should she vacate it just because they said so?

Who did she think she was?

Luckily, an official noticed something was off and pulled her aside, asking, "Aren’t you her daughter?"

An Yi shook her head decisively, no way. If she were to be tangled up in this, her good days would be over.

The mother in the original memory wasn’t like this, so who was the imposter? It was truly hard to say.

"Yi Dacheng is surnamed Yi, why are you surnamed An?"

"I’m Yi Anyi. At the time, I thought since my father had already passed away and I had a past I’d rather not recall, I changed my name to An Yi, only wanting a peaceful life. It wasn’t to forget my roots — this family doesn’t seem like my family. Look, I don’t know them, and they don’t know me. But my father was indeed named Yi Dacheng. Look, I donated so much money back then; there’s no way I came with the intention of taking advantage. So is it possible there’s a battle hero with the same name?"