She Only Cares About Cultivation

Meanwhile, the radio and newspapers are promoting the new version of the RMB and requiring local governments to complete the exchange by the end of May this year, also informing the general public where they can exchange currencies. Finally, the era of large denominations is coming to an end. To be honest, Xiao Xiao is a little excited.

Middle schools started school at the beginning of March, while primary schools have to wait until early April. So at the beginning of March, Xiao Xiao accompanied Anna and Angel to school registration, and they took the skip-grade exams under completely new names. They didn’t attend their morning classes and spent the entire time in the teacher’s office doing tests. Xiao Xiao finished her class just as they finished their exams.

In the afternoon, she went to high school for classes. After school in the afternoon, she conveniently swung by the middle school, where the teachers proactively informed her of the results.

"Well done, Xiao Xiao, your two sisters did pretty well. They can directly report to the third grade today afternoon. You’ve really got skills, helping them learn all the second-grade knowledge points over one holiday? Well, their foundation is quite solid, they’ve grasped the key and difficult points too. It’s truly a pity you only teach Calligraphy Class."

Xiao Xiao smiled awkwardly, "Isn’t it true that you still need to take care of children? No worries, we’ll get through these years, and once the children can manage themselves, and go to preschool, I’ll take the exams for certification again."

"Why bother taking exams for certification? As long as you nod, the principal and directors are competing to arrange your employment procedures."

This comment sounded a bit sour. Xiao Xiao gave an awkward chuckle and didn’t respond, but knowing the answer, she felt at ease going home.

What she told them was that if she had something to do, she’d ask someone to look after them for a day.

In reality, she put them into the space, not because she didn’t trust others, but because she felt that if both of her kids drank formula milk, it might incite envy from others.

Back in the village school, she could take them to the dormitory to feed when it was milk time, but now, if they spent a day at someone else’s house, it would be impossible not to have formula milk, especially since Anning, being only six months old, should be drinking milk.

An Ran, who was one and a half years old, was because she was well-fed and nourished, not only had she never been sick, but her height and weight also made her look stronger than other children her age.

Perhaps it was due to being in the space since childhood, she was innately perceptive. You teach her not to bully her sister, not to hit her sister, not only does she understand, but she can also take little toys to comfort her crying sister. The two siblings in the space playing on the grass have a sense of serene comfort, as long as there is spare time, Xiao Xiao finds a way to go in and check on them. During the ten-minute recess, she could spend more than twenty minutes in the space, changing diapers, brewing milk, preparing some cheese, and small snacks.

Due to the harmonious nature of this arrangement, Xiao Xiao even planned not to take the children into the village’s preschool.

As they are settled in the space, she just needs to frequently visit them during her spare time. Even if there is a small accident in between, she could assign them a task to memorize or writing, entering the space temporarily for comfort, and with this thought, she placed them in the space under the pretense of having others take care of the children.

Two children are better than one, when An Ran is alone, she would feel insecure, but having her sister with her, she chatters and babbles nonstop, Anning would just open her big eyes and curiously become the audience, not crying nor making trouble, just earnestly sucking on her fingers, adorably irresistible.

Of course, they occasionally become irritable, arguing constantly, but as long as there’s no crying and no harmful actions, she chooses to ignore it all.

Fortunately, the teacher isn’t constantly talking during class; there are exercises, writing, and questioning sections where she might seize the opportunity to observe them.

At the beginning of March, just as schools reopened, she spent a few hours at the county house, heating the stove to remove dampness and moisture from the rooms, incidentally melting leftover snow on the roof.

Whenever she has time, she’d come over to tidy up the house. Looking at the small yard of a few hundred square meters, she couldn’t help but rub her brows.

"Nowadays in the county, people can hardly wait to put a bed in the corridor, making housing so tight. If things really escalate in the future, she’s alone with such a large space, it might cause major problems if left vacant. But if she rents out the property, she’d be criticized for various reasons, and perhaps even have posters plastered about her in the future. Could the house she struggled to buy end up being forced to hand over to the state?"

Xiao Xiao calculates the time, now it’s year fifty-five, so at least another ten years must pass for that trend to hit here. By then, the kids would be grown. Worst-case scenario, each of them gets a room?