The Lucky Farmgirl-Chapter 76 - 65 Your Thoughts

They were too high; she couldn’t reach many of the shelves.

Bai Shanbao was only about half a head taller than her and shared this common interest with her.

He whispered in her ear, “My grandmother said there’s gold in our books.

I searched for ages yesterday and didn’t find any.

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I almost forgot to do my homework.”

Manbao’s eyes glittered as she asked, “Is there a lot of gold?”

After thinking for a bit, Bai Shanbao replied, “My grandmother has a whole room of it, so there should be plenty.”

Just as the system intended to scan in which book the gold was hidden: …

Watching the two kids start searching with zest, the system couldn’t help saying, “Host, ask him if what his grandmother said was, ‘In books, one will find houses of gold.'”

Manbao asked Shanbao.

Shanbao nodded vigorously, “Exactly, exactly.

There’s an entire house of gold in my family’s books.”

He had his own little schemes, because of what happened yesterday.

He didn’t tell his mother or grandmother, but he was willing to share with Manbao.

He whispered, “Once I find the gold, I’m going to hide it.

Then it’ll be my money.”

Manbao thought it was a good idea and asked him, “If I help you find it, can you share a bit with me?”

Bai Shanbao agreed readily; this child had never lacked money and was very generous.

Seeing the two children getting carried away again and all but forgetting about it, with Manbao rolling up her sleeves ready for action, the system intervened, “Host, the meaning of ‘in books, one will find houses of gold’ is that studying to pass exams and achieve scholarly honors is an excellent path to success.

Upon achieving these honors, one naturally acquires wealth, prestige, and the company of women.”

Manbao was taken aback and relayed this to Bai Shanbao, adding at the end, “I think this saying is odd; it’s different from what the teacher says.

I don’t like it.”

Bai Shanbao was concerned about, “So, there’s no gold in my family’s books?”

Manbao said, “Go ask your grandma.”

Bai Shanbao then pulled Manbao with him to find out.

Datou was left in the living room by Ms.

Liu, snacking and chatting, so Bai Shanbao quickly found his grandmother.

When he asked, he discovered that what Manbao said was true.

Ms.

Liu hadn’t expected her grandson to come around so quickly and couldn’t help but take another glance at the little girl standing next to him—such a clever child.

She told Bai Shanbao, “This saying was uttered by an ancestor.

It means that books contain endless knowledge.

If you master this knowledge, no matter whether you desire wealth, land, and housing, or beauties, they will come to you effortlessly.

You say you want to earn money, but you are only five or six years old now.

You can’t lift heavy loads, you can’t shoulder burdens, you’re not proficient in reading, nor in arithmetic, and you’re young.

How can you earn money?”

“You’d be better off settling down to study, to master knowledge.

When you grow up, wealth will come naturally.”

Bai Shanbao felt sad, as if the gold that had been within his grasp had flown away.

He couldn’t take in what his grandmother was saying and ran off.

Manbao quickly followed.

Ms.Zheng was worried and about to follow, when Grandma Liu stopped her, saying, “Let him go.

He will come to understand on his own after some thought.”

She was really afraid of what her daughter-in-law might say next, that all of this was your fault.

Bai Shanbao returned to the book room, sat down on the floor, and wept with heartache, while Manbao was quite happy, feeling that what Grandma Liu had said made more sense than what Keke had said.

She said to Keke, “The saying should mean what Grandma Liu said.”

The system’s internal data quickly shifted, “Host, historically, that saying should have been spoken by Zhao Heng.

Regardless of whether it’s accurate or not, given the current level of productivity, this saying shouldn’t have existed at all.”

The system fully retrieved the poem that contained the saying and showed it to Manbao.

After reading it once, Manbao disdained it, “Is this even considered poetry?”

Though she hadn’t been studying poetry for long, she knew the basic rhythms, and whether a poem felt good or not was something one could discern by feeling.

She felt this poem was not good.

The system said, “It’s not good, it’s been criticized for not even rising to the level of light verse.

But because the poet was an emperor, it survived.”

The system scanned the books in the book room again and told Manbao, “At this time, this emperor has not yet appeared.”

Manbao didn’t care about that; she just squatted down to console Shanbao, “Don’t be sad.

The person who said that wasn’t very capable, so what he said might not be accurate either.

Let’s not think about making money from studying.

Let’s start earning now.”

Bai Shanbao looked up at her, his eyes red, “How do we earn?”

“Pulling up Indian pennywort, of course.

You can come with me to pick it in the future.

After it dries, I’ll have my fourth brother take it to sell at the herbal shop, and then you’ll have money.”

Bai Shanbao thought this made sense; he couldn’t just listen to his grandmother.

Wiping his tears, he said, “I won’t study anymore.

That way I’ll have more time to pull Indian pennywort.”

Manbao looked at him in surprise, “Why won’t you study?”

After a pause, she asked, “Are you really short on money?

If you are, I can lend you some, all right?

But you’ll have to pay me back once you’ve earned money.”

Bai Shanbao paused and scratched his head, “It seems like I’m not short on money.”

“If you’re not short on money, why won’t you study?”

“Isn’t it what you said, that maybe what my grandmother said isn’t correct, that studying doesn’t earn money?”

Manbao replied, “Even if studying doesn’t earn money, studying can still make you happy, and it can help you understand morals.

Are you studying just to make money?”

Bai Shanbao actually didn’t know why he was studying.

After thinking for a moment, he said, “My mother tells me I study to bring honor to my ancestors, and my grandmother says I study to carry on my father’s aspirations.”

Manbao looked at him, and Shanbao also looked at her.

The two children sat on the floor, leaning against the bookshelves and facing each other.

Manbao could only tell him why she studied.

“I find studying fun.

I get to know a lot of things others don’t, and I can also read many interesting stories from books,” Manbao said, “The teacher says studying helps us understand morals.

I want to be a sensible person, so I study.”

Manbao told Bai Shanbao, “You need to think for yourself why you study.

My parents whispered behind my back that after I study, they’ll marry me off to lead a good life in our county, but I don’t want to be married off there, and I haven’t told them.”

Manbao added, “We should listen to what adults say but not everything blindly.

My friend says adults aren’t always right, so you need to have your own thoughts.”

You need to have your own thoughts!

This was the first time Bai Shanbao had heard such a thing.

Since he was young, his grandmother, mother, and teacher had all told him why he should study and what he should do.

No one had ever encouraged him to have his own ideas.

They wouldn’t let him climb trees, play with water, or sleep in—since childhood, they had never allowed him to have his own ideas.

Whose words, parents or peers, should one take to heart?

Obviously, those of a peer!

Bai Shanbao’s eyes sparkled as he began to think with his small brain.