I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 85 Integrating into Society
"I'll give you ten minutes to finish this page."

Meng Qi was stunned. She looked up at her mother and said, "You just said twenty minutes."

Meng Shulan said expressionlessly, "That was said half an hour ago. Who told you to dawdle for so long before you came?"

Before Meng Qi could say anything more, Meng Shulan slammed her hand on the table. "If you dawdle any longer, it will be shortened to five minutes."

Mengqi quickly grabbed a pencil and started writing furiously.

Meng Shulan laughed in exasperation when she saw this. She raised her hand and slapped the back of her head. "Look carefully, this is calculation, not writing pinyin!"

Five plus three equals a?

Meng Qi pouted. Was it her fault for writing it wrong?
She wrote pinyin every night for a week straight, until her whole body was numb from writing.

This is completely a conditioned reflex.

So why didn't you remind me when you changed the calculation method?

She looked up at her mother accusingly, and Meng Shulan slammed her fist on the table in anger, "Are you blind? Can't you see what's written on it? And when you were asked to write pinyin, it was always in a pinyin book, is this it?"

Mengqi muttered under her breath, dissatisfied, "If it's not true, it's not true. Can't you just say it properly? Why are you yelling?"

Meng Shulan:
Just as she was about to lose her temper, Yu Qingge strolled over slowly with a cup of instant coffee, asking in bewilderment, "If she doesn't like it, then she shouldn't write it. Why force her?"

Meng Qi looked at her master with bright eyes: "Jade Fairy, I'll use my allowance to buy you spicy strips tomorrow."

Seeing through Xiao Qi's thoughts, Yu Qingge coughed lightly and nodded slightly to her disciple: Okay, it's settled then.

"Did I force her?"

Meng Shulan didn't know what to say. In fact, she knew in her heart that because she had been obsessed with martial arts for the past few years, she had neglected to discipline Xiao Qi and had ruined her life.

After all, her grandfather spoiled her too much, the Meng family was mostly boys, and Yu Qingge taught her martial arts after she turned three. So, although she was a pretty little girl, she didn't act like a girl at all.

That's not all; they also didn't write down what they were supposed to learn.

She counted on her fingers for Yu Qingge, "Children in the city start kindergarten at age three and then enroll in tutoring classes, but what about her? Because my dad spoils her, she didn't even go to kindergarten for a year. I didn't force her to go, did I? Let alone tutoring classes."

"What is a tutoring class?" This was a blind spot for Yu Qingge. Even though she had been in this world for almost eleven years, she only vaguely understood that kindergartens were schools where children played.

“It’s about learning things like painting, piano, dance, and foreign languages,” Meng Shulan said, feeling exhausted and not wanting to explain further. “Anyway, she hasn’t learned any of them. But she’s going to start elementary school in three months, and she hasn’t gone to any bridging classes. If I don’t teach her at home, she’ll definitely hold her classmates back when she gets to school.”

That's not all; the teacher might also contact their parents.

I heard that nowadays, children in Qingzhou have to attend bridging classes before entering primary school, otherwise they will fall behind in the teaching, because the teachers only give the children two weeks to learn the most basic pinyin and arithmetic after they enter school.

Two weeks, only ten days, what can you learn? It's just testing and reviewing.

Although she hasn't lived in the city in recent years, she has a lot of college and high school classmates, and she still keeps in touch with a few of her close friends.

Women almost always have a terrible habit after having children: they talk about their children all the time.

One person talked about how much they spent on dance classes for their child this year; another said their art teacher said their child was talented and needed one-on-one instruction; yet another said that foreign languages ​​should be learned in kindergarten to easily develop a feel for the language; and still another said that abacus mental arithmetic should be learned before elementary school.
To be honest, every time Meng Shulan heard this, she would give her classmate a serious summary: They're just burning money!
They're all rolled up to the brim.

The child is so young, not even in elementary school yet. Shouldn't he be able to play freely and have a carefree childhood?
Like her daughter Xiaoqi, who is the bully of the village and can do whatever she wants, how wonderful! It is also because her experience is different from that of her classmates that she knows that the world is no longer what it seems on the surface. She not only wants to have the ability to protect herself, but also the ability to protect her daughter and the Meng family.

She had held this idea for the past six months and had never been influenced by her classmates.

After all, she had always been mindful of potential dangers, thinking that the monsters might one day grow strong enough to attack the city, and if that happened, everyone would be in danger, and no matter how capable the country was, it would be impossible to protect everyone.

Therefore, it is correct to be strong yourself.

Although her mindset remains unchanged, with the improvement of her daughter's and her own abilities, and their ability to easily slay demons each time, she feels that these demons are no match for her.

The world is still peaceful and society is at peace.

Since that's the case, she can't be too unsociable; she has to gradually start integrating into society.

Therefore, Meng Shulan's first step in integrating into society was to give Meng Qi a bridging course.

She's a graduate of a top university, after all. How could she not teach her own daughter, who hasn't even started elementary school yet?

It turns out she really couldn't teach!

Yu Qingge listened to her yelling and table-pounding all night, feeling dizzy from the shouting and trembling from the pounding. So she gave her a suggestion, "Lan, they say it's the father's fault if the son is not taught. Since you can't teach Xiao Qi, why don't you just hand her over to her father?"

She had observed Lin Qingquan; he had clear eyes and an upright demeanor, so he seemed like a decent person.

If she didn't compete with her for Meng Shulan, she would praise him even more enthusiastically.

A few days ago, Zhang Jinwu went to Kyoto to attend the annual work report meeting. The garrison at the foot of Sanqing Mountain was leaderless, so he called Lin Qingquan over to take charge.

So he'll be staying here for the next while.

Since he's here, he can't help but wander around in front of Meng Shulan, especially since he's her man.

Yu Qingge was annoyed by what he saw, so he casually gave Meng Shulan a sword manual and told her to study it diligently in Sanqing Mountain and not to keep running around here.

Now throw Xiaoqi to him again.

Studying swordsmanship and tutoring his daughter should keep him too busy to see Meng Shulan.

Meng Shulan felt that Qingge made sense. Lin Qingquan had previously regretted missing five years of his daughter's growth and was very sorry for not being able to be by her side.

No regrets, I'll let you spend as much time with me as you want now.

So the next morning, Meng Shulan packed Meng Qi's clothes and schoolbag and sent them to Lin Qingquan along with Meng Qi.

Although I used to come to Sanqing Mountain every day, I only spent the day with Xiaolong and went home at night. Sometimes I would go back to take a nap at noon and then come back in the afternoon.

Now it's different. Let her live with her dad and stay here all day.

"Lin Qingquan, your daughter will be starting school in three months. These are the bridging assignments she must complete before starting school. Three pages of pinyin a day, two pages of math, and she also needs to be able to read and write the basic letters and words of the foreign language. It's okay if you don't know how to teach her. I'll send you the audio in a bit, and she can just read along. But you have to supervise her and send me a picture when she's done."

Sorry it's late today.
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(End of this chapter)