Chapter 66: Old Six!

Kang Wu's eyes looked forward, but the cuju in his hand suddenly flew out without any sign.

It flew straight toward Jiang Yun Chu's face.

This old six!!!!

Jiang Yun Chu's heart let out a loud shout; he was truly afraid she wouldn't be disfigured, that cuju was still spinning……, he was thinking he must succeed with one strike.

Now Jiang Yun Chu had no mind to strike them with a willow branch; cuju from all directions began to fly nonstop.

Jiang Yun Chu's waist went soft, she directly leaned back into a low bend; Kang Wu's cuju just barely missed, flying past her already bent waist.

Maybe it was because his strength was great, maybe Kang Zi Wei's foot was a bit weak; the cuju smashed directly into Zi Wei's body, her leg went soft and she knelt down on the ground.

"Ah! Kang Wu, who are you attacking!" When in the Kang clan, she would never speak so loudly; her mother would tell her the etiquette of the women's quarters.

But in the Regent Prince's manor, the princess consort had said that aside from the daily lessons arranged by the teacher, aside from them needing to be self-sufficient, she could just be herself, say what she wanted, do what she wanted.

She had never lost her temper with her younger brothers before; today she originally had no strength, and her knees were a bit sore, so she couldn't hold back her temper.

Kang Wu saw it and thought, "It's over, I've caused trouble."

He was framed by the dean to shift the blame.

"Third sister, don't be fooled, have you forgotten the tactics we learned yesterday?"

"The dean is diverting the blame eastward; just now she changed the direction with a willow branch, but we are united inside and cannot be broken by external forces!"

Don't even mention...

Although Kang Wu usually speaks little, he is actually a master at guiding people, and his words are reasonable and well-founded.

She...

She indeed changed the direction with a willow branch, and indeed it was a case of diverting blame eastward.

"How could I be so ruthless!" Jiang Yun Chu said only five words.

Over there, Kang Zi Wei angrily shouted, "Kang Wu."

Kang Wu and Kang Wen exchanged a glance; this is just a brainless idiot, right?

He explained the tactics so clearly, yet the things they learned yesterday, his third sister hasn't learned anything at all.

"Kang Zi Wei, look at the beauty stratagem."

Suddenly...

Ning Hanmo couldn't help but interject; originally it wasn't his business, after all it was an internal matter of the Kang clan.

But...

He wanted to eat sweet and sour spare ribs, knowing full well that was his favorite, but Jiang Yun Chu insisted on using it as a stake.

"Used it, used the willow branch, Yue Yue saw it." Ning Yue Xue didn't care about Aunt Zi Wei's heartache; the little one bore the air of a justice champion.

Jiang Yun Chu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Just...

Suddenly!

A cuju was thrown; in her rear diagonal, her attention was mainly on the people arguing, but she forgot there were others.

When that cuju flew over, she had already sensed it; clearly she could have dodged it.

But she did not dodge.

"Hit!" a group of children jumped high, their excitement reaching its peak.

Ning Hanmo reached out his hand; Kang Wen, Kang Wu, Kang Zi Wei, Kang Nai Xin, Yue Yue — the six children stacked their hands together.

Afterwards they all together brought their hands down from above with a firm slam.

"We won."

Six different voices, in unison, each person's face showed an unreserved smile.

They won, they had dreamed of winning.

Even Ning Hanmo, although he now calls her mother, and although he is closest to Jiang Yun Chu, he has never beaten Jiang Yun Chu before.

This victory brought a great change to their mindset.

In their hearts, Jiang Yun Chu is a towering mountain; no matter how hard they strive, they seem unable to climb out of her palm.

But this time...

They won!

"Kang Nai Xin, you're awesome!" Ning Hanmo walked over to Kang Nai Xin and patted her shoulder.

A six-year-old boy, not even as tall as a girl from another family, stubbornly put on an aloof air, which had a somewhat cute and clumsy charm.

Kang Nai Xin pursed her lips and smiled somewhat shyly.

It seems interesting even in the Wang Fu, more so than in the Kang Fu.

Kang Wen and Kang Wu exchanged a glance, then walked over to Kang Zi Wei's side, "Third sister, you cooperated really well."

Before, they didn't like playing with girls; if something happened, they'd just cry or tattle.

But through this recent cooperation, they discovered that the third and fourth sisters are both formidable.

When the third sister acted, she gave Kang Wu a look, and only then did they have an idea and start their role-play.

Moreover, the fourth sister's sneak attack was indeed beyond their expectations.

On the other side of the wall is Ningguang Yuan; under the wall of Ningguang Yuan, a tea table is set, with three old gentlemen drinking tea.

"She actually knows how to teach children." Kang Mengxian chuckled; although they hadn't seen what just happened, they had heard and felt it.

Everything was under her grasp, unconsciously drawing the children closer together.

"She is accustomed to teaching children."

Ningguang nodded; if we talk about the very beginning, the course everyone disliked most was surely agriculture.

Thinking of the first class, the rebellious sounds in the classroom, she in Ningguang Yuan heard them all clearly.

Result...

Jiang Yun Chu's classmate said nothing, merely telling them that they could rest in this class.

When the children thought they had won, they ran off at noon to eat, only to find nothing.

"Eat? Nobody farms, what are you going to eat?"

"I thought you could fill yourselves on wind."

That gentle voice, that ostentatious tone, almost brought the six children to tears.

Even at night, there was still no food.

Even though she felt pity, Jiang Yun Chu remained unmoved; even the youngest, Yue Yue, went without two meals.

The next day during Training, seeing their listless appearance, she chuckled and asked, "Is agriculture unrelated to you?"

The six children could no longer say that agriculture had nothing to do with them.

The food they ate every day was grown by farmers; if it were unrelated, they shouldn't eat it.

From that day on, the children outwardly complied, but inwardly they were not convinced.

"What then?" A white-bearded, white-haired old man, hearing this, looked at Ningguang with eyes full of inquiry and curiosity.

"After that!"

Ningguang took a sip of tea, then slowly continued, "Her lessons were so fascinating: a plant's growth, photosynthesis, flowering, grafting, maturation, the water it needs, the sunlight it needs, the nutrients it needs, and how it can get sick and need treatment."

"She turned all her lessons into pictures, stringing them into stories: Corn Brother, Soybean Sister, Pea Shooter, Potato Warrior."

"She used methods the children could adapt to, teaching them the most unfamiliar knowledge they disliked."

Kang Mengxian doesn't live here, but he has read agricultural texts; yet what Ningguang said falls outside those books' scope—just those knowledge points, which have never changed.