She Only Cares About Cultivation

Such a good teacher, such a kind person to children, how can anyone be so ungrateful?

A few women, ready to roll up their sleeves and go out to scold, were stopped by An Yi.

"For people like this, the more you pay attention to them, the more they get carried away. Thank you, but there’s no need to bother. I want to resolve it myself. You just need to help me take good care of Little Anan."

After calming down several older sisters, An Yi went back to the dormitory to prepare her lessons, completely putting the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law outside out of her mind. Wang Hua squatted at the gate, the image of her daughter just before still vivid in her mind. The way she put her little fist in her mouth to nibble on was so adorable. How can anyone be so endearing, chubby with a face full of flesh, and so white and tender? Her hair wasn’t yellow or dry at all, but black and shiny. Teacher An is really good to her. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?

The old woman was still out there yelling. Wang Hua, looking somewhat dazed, stood up, slowed her pace, held her belly, and walked home, not even glancing at the woman behind her.

She understood now, as long as the child is doing well, she is at ease. She had wronged her, and how could she still have the right to take the money from selling her to have a third child?

The Eldest is already dead, though it wasn’t her fault, but if she hadn’t slept so soundly at night, would she not have been smothered to death?

The Second had been sent away, and if the Third..., she dared not imagine.

However, regardless of whether this child is male or female, she must raise it herself. She has already wronged two, she cannot wrong the Third again.

Even if the old woman would beat and scold her, she would endure it. If they don’t let her daughter live, she wouldn’t let them live either. At worst, haha, they would perish together.

Today the woman seemed to have suffered a great shock, her eyes were dull, her expression blank, devoid of any spiritual energy, walking numbly, even oblivious to the stares and comments of people around her.

The old woman kept cursing until who knows when she left, An Yi didn’t notice. After the bananas in the space matured, putting them in straw for a few days made them ripe.

Before class, she picked up her daughter and fed her half a banana while she ate the other half. Since the curtain was drawn, Zhang Li didn’t see either.

It’s not that she was stingy, it’s mainly that fruits nowadays are too precious, especially since these are Southern fruits; how could the northeast possibly have them?

Even in the city Cooperative Society, not everyone can buy them. Most are distributed to people above, leaving ordinary folks with nothing.

She could share ordinary food, but for things with an unexplained origin like this, she wouldn’t give them away.

An Ran loved eating these soft and glutinous foods, and she liked feeding her with a spoon. Sometimes, when her speed couldn’t keep up, she would hold her hand and guide it further in, too cute.

At noon, their mother and daughter still went home, and she entered the space, kneaded glutinous rice flour, flour, and mashed bananas into a ball, rolled them into strips, and flattened them into pancakes. They tasted better fried, but fearing too much oil would be bad for the child, she chose to steam them. Since glutinous rice was added, she only gave her a bit at a time as a snack.

After eating three to four pieces, she felt full and didn’t cook any more food, never expecting it to start raining in the afternoon. The rain was so heavy that many children were kept home by it.

The teachers stayed with the children in the classroom, doing exercises and telling stories. By dismissal time, many parents came to pick them up.

An Yi looked at the muddy road, and didn’t go back. There were nuts at home, and especially with the rain not stopping, staying home alone with a child wasn’t safe. She bit her lip, put on the raincoat she took from the space, carried a bamboo basket, put the child in the space, just fearing she might slip and drop the child.

She came out wearing a raincoat and rubber boots, and Old Zheng didn’t recognize her at first. Seeing it was An Yi, he couldn’t help but say.

"Oh Teacher An, your gear is impressive!"

An Yi pulled down the hood of her raincoat, "Isn’t it because I take the child out and in every day, have to think more, right? I’ve been prepared for this. See, it came in handy today! Old Zheng, go inside quickly, don’t get wet, the kids have mostly left."

Old Zheng lived at the school, partly to watch over it and partly to assist students and teachers entering the school. His situation was special, and the school and commune would help if they could.

On the way home, many children played in the rain, a nature of rural kids. Because the rain wasn’t too heavy, those without parents picking them up just clumsily ran home, bumping along and playing with friends. Going home, they wouldn’t just be wet, but likely turn into "mud monkeys." She could already picture a mother with a rolling pin chasing them around the village, haha~~ Isn’t this an indispensable joy of childhood?