Traveling through the Great Northern Wilderness and marrying the most beautiful educated youth.

Qin Chuyu didn't pay any attention to her mother's thoughts.

She spread the test paper out in front of Su Qingyun.

"I understand the question you just explained, but there are still a bunch of questions I got wrong before that."

Su Qingyun took the test paper and glanced at it.

The exam paper was covered with red crosses, and the score column clearly showed a score of 50.

Qin Chuyu thought he was going to laugh at her, so she stiffened her neck and spoke first: "Don't look down on the score. Only seven or eight people in our class passed. I'm pretty awesome!"

Su Qingyun did not respond to this.

He spread the test paper out and pointed to the wrong answers with his finger.

"For this one, the formula was correct, but the calculation was wrong."

"This problem has the right approach, but it missed a crucial condition."

"You didn't even understand the question for this one, you probably just guessed, right?"

Qin Chuyu's face flushed red.

She bit her lip, her voice much softer: "How...how did you figure that out? It's amazing!"

"The mistakes are different." Su Qingyun picked up her pencil. "The first two were due to carelessness. You have to relearn the last one."

He didn't mention the score again, and went straight to breaking down the question.

Pick up a pen and start drawing.

Follow the conditions.

We pushed it down step by step.

Qin Chuyu, who had been keeping a straight face, unconsciously leaned forward as she listened.

She's not actually stupid. It's just that the teacher sometimes spoke too fast, and she was too embarrassed to ask questions. As a result, the questions piled up and eventually got stuck.

Su Qingyun explains one thing, and she understands it perfectly.

Once it's connected, my eyes light up.

In less than half an hour, she had figured out all the tricky questions on the math test.

Qin Chuyu slammed the pencil on the table.

"Our math teacher spent three days explaining, and it's not as effective as your half-hour explanation!"

Su Qingyun said calmly, "It's not that I'm good. It's that you were willing to listen just now."

Qin Chuyu pouted.

She then pulled out her political textbook.

"This is really annoying too."

"I'm constantly reciting this directive and that instruction; it's giving me a headache."

Su Qingyun flipped it open and glanced at it.

These days, political topics are just the same old stuff, over and over again. But rote memorization is really tedious.

He closed his textbook.

"Don't memorize it."

Qin Chuyu was taken aback: "How can I take the exam if I don't memorize it?"

"Political science exams don't test memorization, they test logic." Su Qingyun took the draft paper. "For example, this question: 'Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth,' how did you answer?"

Qin Chuyu read her answer aloud.

It's all just platitudes.

Su Qingyun wrote down a few key points on the paper.

"The first point is about productive labor. When commune members plant crops, they only know if the seeds are good or not after they've planted them."

"The second point is related to the current reality in rural areas. Why did the household contract responsibility system increase production? It's proven through practice."

"The third point is to elevate it to the theoretical level."

Qin Chuyu was a little confused.

What Su Qingyun said was quite different from what was printed in the textbook. But upon closer reflection, it made perfect sense.

She couldn't help but ask, "How did you come up with all this? What's wrong with your brain?"

"Working in the fields, you're practicing every day." Su Qingyun put down her pencil. "Theory grows from the ground."

Qin Chuyu looked at him with a hint of admiration.

She then pulled out the history exam paper.

They asked about several eras and events.

Su Qingyun answered fluently.

He can even explain the cause and effect of some trivial matters.

Qin Chuyu was completely convinced.

She put the test paper away and leaned back in her chair.

"Are you even a farmer?"

Su Qingyun smiled and said, "I'm a native of Xiangyang Village. The goods are genuine."

"You know way too much!" Qin Chuyu glared at her. "You're practically a know-it-all."

Su Qingyun did not explain.

Some things are inexplicable.

He said, "Read more books and newspapers. If you want to know something, you'll naturally find out."

Qin Chuyu snorted.

"It's two yuan a day, my mom said so. If you don't come, I'll be losing money."

Su Qingyun raised an eyebrow: "Now you don't mind me meddling?"

Qin Chuyu blushed.

She grabbed her textbook and held it in front of her face.

"Hurry up and move on to the next question!"

The two were talking.

Li Mei stood outside the door for a long time, holding a tea tray.

She didn't rush inside.

Listening to Su Qingyun's eloquent explanation from inside the room, the daughter was completely convinced, and the corners of her mouth turned up higher and higher.

This kid is good.

There's something real that can keep Chu Yu in check.

Li Mei quietly put down the tea tray and turned to go to the kitchen.

We need to have this child stay for dinner tonight.

We can't let people go on an empty stomach.

Two hours passed quickly.

Su Qingyun finished explaining the last history question and came out of the room.

Qin Chuyu followed behind, still clutching a draft paper in her hand.

Li Mei was busy in the kitchen.

Hearing the noise, it poked its head out.

"Are you done talking?"

"Mom, the teacher you hired is alright," Qin Chuyu said awkwardly.

Li Mei was stunned for a moment.

When has her daughter ever praised anyone on her own initiative?

She looked at Su Qingyun, her eyes growing even warmer.

"Qingyun, have dinner at home tonight. I've prepared everything, so you can't refuse."

Su Qingyun hadn't spoken yet.

Suddenly, voices came from the doorway.

A man, full of righteousness, with a hint of being drunk.

Li Mei rubbed her hands together: "Your Uncle Qin is back!"

A moment later, the door opened.

A middle-aged man stepped in.

He was tall and burly, with a square face, and his eyebrows were habitually furrowed.

It was Qin Beiguang, the director of the forest farm.

He looked up and saw a young man standing in the room.

His gaze swept over it subconsciously.

My gaze froze.

"You're Su from Xiangyang Village...?"

Su Qingyun stood ramrod straight.

"Director Qin has a good memory. I am Su Qingyun from Xiangyang Village."

Qin Beiguang nodded.

He has a good memory; he won't forget someone he's met even once.

What surprised him was that this person recognized him.

Instead—why is this young man sitting in his own home?

Li Mei quickly went up to him: "Old Qin, Qingyun is here today to tutor Chu Yu."

Qin Beiguang raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Tutoring?"

He glanced at Qin Chuyu.

Qin Chuyu immediately held up the test paper.

"Dad, you explained it so clearly today. I got 50 points on my math test! Ms. Su said that's a good score, and if I work hard for another two months, I'll definitely pass!"

Qin Beiguang took the exam paper and looked at it.

50 points.

He frowned for a moment, then relaxed.

Never mind, as long as there's progress.

He put down the test paper and looked at Su Qingyun: "Sit down."

One word: simple, powerful.

Li Mei busied herself serving the dishes.

The dishes weren't particularly plentiful.

A plate of scrambled eggs. A dish of potato slices. A bowl of sauerkraut stew with glass noodles. These are all down-to-earth, home-style dishes.

But these days, this is already considered a feast for entertaining guests.

Qin Beiguang sat down at the table.

He picked up a bottle of wine from the table.

The bottle is transparent with no label. The liquor inside swirls around a couple of times, and the wine clings to the glass quite thickly.

"Come here, Qingyun."

"Thank you for tutoring Chu Yu. Let's have a drink."

Qin Beiguang said very kindly.

It turned out that the bottle contained baijiu (Chinese liquor).

"Please don't be so polite, Uncle Qin," Su Qingyun said modestly.

"This is sorghum liquor produced by the military reclamation farm. Why don't you try it?"

Qin Beiguang unscrewed the lid and poured himself a cup.

Su Qingyun took it with both hands and took a small sip.

"Very powerful."

The liquor enters the mouth, and a fiery sensation rises up the throat.

"This liquor was made by Commander Qi of the military reclamation farm using locally produced sorghum."

"Give it to me for my opinion."

"My assessment is also quite strong."

Qin Beiguang and Qi, the head of the military reclamation farm, were friends for many years.

In the Great Northern Wilderness, when winter comes, the weather is freezing cold, and everyone likes to drink some baijiu (Chinese liquor) to ward off the cold.

The demand is huge.

However, there wasn't enough grain to brew wine, so it became a scarce commodity.

"Qingyun, it seems you know your stuff when it comes to wine."

"Tell me again, what are the shortcomings?" Qin Beiguang poured another glass.

Su Qingyun could tell from his expression that he wasn't being modest, but genuinely wanted to ask.

So he pondered for a moment and said, "The downside is that it's astringent at the end and doesn't have a sweet aftertaste."

"It only provides spiciness; to be honest, it's not good to drink."

Chapter 30

Anyway, Su Qingyun didn't know anyone at the military reclamation farm, so she wasn't afraid of offending anyone.

So he gave his honest opinion.

"What you said is very fair."

"It's a pity there are too few people who know how to brew wine..." Qin Beiguang sighed.

Suddenly, he looked up and asked, "Qingyun, you come from the countryside, do you know how to brew wine?"

In the past, many rural areas had a tradition of winemaking.

However, in recent decades, there have been fewer and fewer of them.

He asked casually, not holding out much hope.