The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

So, starting in May, the village construction team dropped all other work and began focusing on building the new campus, estimated to take half a year to complete. Because there was sufficient funding, the facilities inside had to be of top-notch quality.

This time, Yang Ruxin completely followed the educational model of later generations, from kindergarten all the way to high school. As long as you are willing to learn, you can be directly sent to the Imperial College.

Once completed, it could enroll students from across the country.

Alright, this ideal is indeed a bit too ambitious, but it’s not impossible to achieve. As long as the reputation is established and the teaching level is up to standard, the dream can be realized.

By the time May rolled around, the weather was already very hot. The three toddlers were over ten months old, long tired of crawling, and started supporting themselves on objects to wander around.

The baby walkers designed by Yang Ruxin came into play.

Watching the three little ones, who could barely stand before, now racing around the yard in their walkers, everyone found it very novel. Because it was convenient and safe, as long as there were no obstacles in the area, the walkers wouldn’t let the children get hurt.

This invention later became popular for a long time. Although there were many imitations, the local furniture had already become a brand that others couldn’t replace.

The three little ones could roam freely, extremely excited, and they didn’t just babble incomprehensibly anymore; they started blurting out words. Alright, this particularly frustrated Yang Ruxin, because their first word turned out to be "dad."

"How long has your dad been around you anyway?" Yang Ruxin jealously poked each one, "Yet you called ’dad’ before ’mom’? Really, it’s like the saying: ’the fragrance of what’s far, the stench of what’s near.’"

"Stink!" Hei Dou, who was wandering back and forth, suddenly stopped and shouted with wide eyes.

Then Lun Dou and Hong Dou followed suit.

Yang Ruxin was taken aback, about to say something but couldn’t help covering her nose.

Hei Dou had pooped.

Then Lun Dou and Hong Dou pooped too.

Everyone around couldn’t help laughing, look, not only do they know how to call "dad," but they also know how to say "stink."

Yang Ruxin could only laugh and cry. The actions of these three were so in sync that she couldn’t help but feel amazed. Hungry at the same time, sleepy at the same time, even peeing and pooping were synchronized.

Could this be what they call telepathy?

Nian Qianqian initially planned to travel far and wide with Zhang Changyang, but she was smitten by the three toddlers and stayed at home every day with Dong Wenxiu and Feng Zilan to look after the children. The three of them conveniently held one each without having to fight over it.

Zhang Changyang, on the other hand, went along with whatever his wife said, indifferent to where he was, which led Dao Xuzi to tease him daily as being henpecked.

But Zhang Changyang remained calm and even more pleased, countering that Dao Xuzi couldn’t find anyone to control him, even proposing to find him an old companion, which angered the old man leading to a fight. However, in terms of martial arts, Dao Xuzi was no match for Zhang Changyang, but when it came to using poison, Zhang Changyang was no match for Dao Xuzi.

The end result was one injured and one poisoned, a case of mutual destruction.

Finally, they each retreated to their rooms for two days amidst Nian Qianqian’s mockery, before reemerging and handling the apprentice allocation by drawing lots.

Three masters and three apprentices, drawing lots ensured a fair and reasonable distribution.