Chapter 299: with translation of chapter title

299. Chapter 299 What Age to Do What

Qiao Sheng thought for a moment, found Feng Qingyang to chat a bit, and finally decided to take Cheng Jinyu to see Xiao Shitou and the others studying.

Feng Ji Private School, Cheng Jinyu hadn't even come, he had never even heard of it.

First time coming.

Cheng Jinyu still thought it was a rundown little private school, but upon entering he discovered it had another world within; Feng Ji Private School, whether its flowers, grasses, trees, or its arrangement, was better than other academies, the only drawback being its small size.

Qiao Sheng didn't directly take him outside the classroom to look, but had An Liu and the others bring him up to the roof to see.

Feng Qingyang's teaching differs from other instructors; he doesn't drag on, after finishing the material he asks Xiao Shitou and the others if they have any misunderstandings; if they do, they ask directly, otherwise they read and memorize on their own.

Besides teaching martial arts.

Feng Qingyang also teaches Xiao Shitou and the others archery.

These are things that Cheng Jinyu's academy originally didn't have.

Cheng Jinyu watched so intently his eyes didn't move.

He suddenly felt that studying wasn't so boring.

The meals at Feng Ji Private School are also better than those at other academies—each day there are two meat dishes, one vegetable, a soup, plus fruit and snacks; this was added after Qiao Sheng's suggestion.

Looking back now, her suggestion was correct; everyone quite likes it.

Of course, snacks are not eaten during meals.

Rather, they are taken out in the mid-afternoon and each person gets a piece.

"Let's go!"

Qiao Sheng, seeing that it was about time, called for Cheng Jinyu to leave.

They had already been here for most of the day, even having lunch here, and it was time to go back.

On the way back.

Qiao Sheng didn't say a word.

Cheng Jinyu had held it in all the way, and finally couldn't keep it in: "Aunt Qiao, I want to study at Feng Ji Private School…"

"Isn't it fine to play every day?"

Qiao Sheng asked him, suppressing a smile.

Cheng Jinyu said softly: "Kids my age are all studying; playing every day, there's not much fun in it…"

Qiao Sheng replied: "You're right!"

The following days.

Qiao Sheng again took Cheng Jinyu to see the lives of the other children.

Compared to Cheng Jinyu's life, theirs is naturally much harder—they not only don't eat enough but also have to work every day, and some children, in order to study, even find work for themselves.

That's not all.

Qiao Sheng again took Cheng Jinyu to see how the gamblers live.

Cheng Jinyu had never thought gambling could be so serious—not only losing hands and feet, wives and children scattered, unable to afford meals, and despised by everyone who sees them.

Now.

No need for Qiao Sheng to say anything.

Cheng Jinyu himself realized how terribly wrong he had been.

Qiao Sheng lightly patted his shoulder and said, "What age to do what, you need to understand yourself; the reason your mother entrusted you to me is also so you'll become a useful person in the future."

Upon hearing that.

Cheng Jinyu said in a mocking tone: "Does she even care about me? She's either busy with her own business or feeling heartbroken over a man…"

No wonder Cheng Xianglan finds him so troublesome.

Her son holds a grudge against her!

Qiao Sheng organized her words and began speaking calmly.

"Jinyu, how could your mother not care about you? You're her only son!"

"You think your mother is busy every day with her own business, but have you considered—if she didn't do this, what would you eat and drink? And your schooling is free, your food and purchases are free, right?"

"As for being upset over a man, who is she doing it for? Yun Tian? This matter seems to have passed; now her heart only has you."

"But even if she's like that, it's understandable—you have times when you're unhappy, can't your mother also have times when she's upset? Ask yourself honestly, does she really not care about you?" (End of chapter)