After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

"Second sister-in-law, come out for a moment, I need to talk to you about something!"

Sun Fengxia stood outside the gate, calling out with a smile on her face.

"Aunt Fengxia, what's wrong? Come inside and talk to her. We're not strangers. Why are you standing at the door?"

"I'm not going in. I'll just say two sentences and then I'm leaving!"

Sun Fengxia still stood there with a smile on her face.

Liu Yan'e originally wanted to talk to her about Chunmiao and Sun Jianshe, but she hadn't figured out how to say it yet.

Now that the other party has come to us, we might as well take this opportunity to make things clear and save ourselves the trouble of making a special trip for this matter.

"Then wait for me, I'll be right there!"

As Liu Yan'e spoke, she put down her chopsticks and the half-eaten cornbread in her hand, and immediately got up and went out to greet them at the door.

Watching their mother's departing figure, Chunmiao and Chunsheng, the siblings, quickly exchanged a glance. From Sun Fengxia's mysterious demeanor, they immediately guessed what was going on.

The two smiled at each other and then continued eating with their heads down.

Sixth Sister Song Chunzao, standing nearby, looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression and asked, "What are you two laughing at?"

Chunmiao and Chunzao, who never kept secrets from each other, immediately whispered in her older sister's ear about her plan to break up with Sun Jianshe.

She thought her older sister, Chunzao, would be surprised and ask her for the details.

Unexpectedly, Chunzao said with a look of nonchalance, "It was bound to happen sooner or later. I knew you didn't like that guy surnamed Sun! But you two ended things faster than I expected."

Chunsheng looked at Chunzao with curiosity: "Sixth Sister, you can tell that Seventh Sister doesn't like Sun Jianshe, so why don't you just advise her to break off contact with that guy as soon as possible?"

Song Chunzao frowned slightly and said seriously, "I think it's best for others not to meddle in matters of the heart. After all, only the feelings of the parties involved are the most real. As for others, they only see the surface."

Upon hearing this, Chunmiao and Chunsheng immediately stared in astonishment.

They never expected that their sixth sister, Chunzao, who only had a junior high school education, could say such philosophical things.

Then, Chunzao continued, "Of course, if we find out there's a real problem, we can't just pretend we don't see it. We still need to offer advice, but ultimately, we have to let the person make their own decision!"

Chunsheng looked at Chunzao and praised her directly, "Sixth Sister, you speak so eloquently, you're almost as good as our politics teacher!"

Chunsheng's words instantly made his father, Song Mantun, and his two older sisters burst into laughter.

Just then, Liu Yan'e walked back from outside, her face beaming with smiles.

As soon as she sat down, Chunmiao immediately leaned close to her mother's ear and whispered, "Did Aunt Fengxia talk to you about me?"

Liu Yan'e hummed in agreement, then said with a smile, "I was worried about how to tell her about this! I didn't expect her to come to me first, and she even had a smile on her face when she talked about it."

"As soon as she said it, I immediately went along with it and agreed. Of course, I didn't ask her for details; as long as we achieved our goal, that was all that mattered!"

Song Chunmiao nodded happily in agreement, "Yes, Mom is right! Let's not concern ourselves with other things. Maybe Aunt Fengxia has her own difficulties. It wouldn't be good for us to ask too many questions!"

Looking at his mother and sister's smiling faces, Chunsheng thought that the troubles that would have plagued his seventh sister in the future were finally resolved.

The next thing to do is to figure out how to get her to start preparing for the college entrance exam earlier, since there are still six months until the official document is issued in October, and there are only eight months left until the college entrance exam in December.

Many people only started reviewing after learning about the resumption of the college entrance examination in October, and then took the exam after only two months of hurried review.

If Sister Chunmiao can start reviewing earlier, she will have much more time to review than others, and her success rate will naturally be much higher.

However, I need to think carefully about how to bring this up with her.

To tell the truth is absolutely out of the question. Either you'll scare her, or you'll end up like Zhang Junwu, who talked for ages but she still didn't understand. You might even make things worse and waste all your planning.

After finishing their meal, the parents and two older sisters quickly went to work in the fields.

With his mother's instructions in mind and the five yuan in his pocket, Song Chunsheng headed straight for the production team's militia camp.

Before he left, he tore off a few clean pages of homework paper from his notebook and wrapped them with a dozen or so persimmons that his mother had dried last autumn.

In rural northern China, almost every household dries persimmons in the autumn.

Although every family posts pictures of their homes, the things they post can vary drastically.

Some families, after drying their persimmons for so long, could only harvest a bunch of tough and bitter dried persimmons that were too tough to chew, and it felt wasteful to throw them away.

In the whole village, the persimmons dried by Mother Liu Yan'e were the best. Not only were they covered with a light layer of white frost, but they were also soft, glutinous, and sweet when you took a bite.

What's most amazing is that the core of each dried persimmon is like a piece of sugar that has just melted halfway, giving you a unique melt-in-your-mouth sensation.

Soon, Chunsheng arrived at his destination.

It was called a militia camp, but it was actually just a warehouse in the production team's threshing ground.

It was used to store the production team's grain during the busy farming season, and was only taken out for the militia to rest in when it was empty during the off-season.

Every Saturday afternoon, Zhang Junwu would gather the militiamen here for one or two hours of training.

Every time they train in combat, it attracts a large group of children from the village.

Some children would even imitate their moves, standing on the sidelines and practicing in a very convincing manner. Because of their unstable center of gravity, they would often fall over on their own, which would bring laughter from the other children around them.

In the past, when Song Chunsheng was bored, he would come over to join in the fun, but he would only watch from a distance.

In his memory, the village militia had at most fourteen or fifteen members.

But at this moment, the number of people in front of him seemed to be completely different from what he remembered; there were at least forty or fifty people.

He wondered if Zhang Junwu had recruited new members at some point, but upon closer inspection, it couldn't have increased several times over all at once!

As Song Chunsheng approached, the shouts echoing across the wheat field became clearer, interspersed with low growls from fighters encouraging themselves during their battles.

Song Chunsheng glanced at the dozens of militiamen sitting on the ground but did not see Zhang Junwu.

To his surprise, apart from a dozen or so familiar fellow villagers who were also militiamen, almost all the rest were unfamiliar faces.

He was just about to ask an acquaintance for information when he turned around and saw Zhang Junwu sitting on the ground, leaning against the red brick wall of the warehouse, his eyes fixed on the book "War and Peace" in his hands, reading it with great interest...