Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yun Shengsheng resumed her daily routine of going to school with her brother-in-law and fifth brother.

Every day, his face is etched with the four words: "I have no will to live."

Yun Shengsheng finally had enough and made a difficult decision: she would stop pretending.

That morning, Su Qing came to test her literacy as usual.

He picked up a copy of the Thousand Character Classic, flipped to a page, and laid it out in front of her, about to read it aloud to her and have her read along.

Yun Shengsheng glanced down at the page, opened her mouth, and began to read it aloud in a clear and resonant voice.

It wasn't a stumbling recitation, nor was it following the teacher's instructions. It was reading one word at a time, from beginning to end, and knowing where to pause in the middle.

After she finished reading, she looked up at Su Qing, her big, watery eyes filled with smugness.

Su Qing stood there, almost dropping the book in her hand.

He composed himself and turned to an even more difficult page, placing it in front of her.

Yun Shengsheng glanced at it and then read it aloud.

Turning the page again, she could not only read it, but also write down all the new words on the page from memory. Holding the brush in her little hands, she wrote on the paper stroke by stroke. Although her brushwork was still immature, each word was neat and the order of the strokes was exactly right.

Su Qing took a deep breath, turned her head, and called out towards the door, "Old Li! Could you come here for a moment?"

Old Li was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea when he was nearly knocked out of his hand by the shout.

Thinking something had happened, he rushed into the study.

Then he saw the sheet of Xuan paper covered with writing in front of Yun Shengsheng, and the look of surprise on Su Qing's face.

The two people circled around Yun Shengsheng several times, their gazes making Yun Shengsheng's scalp tingle.

[Could it be that I've gone too far? Will I be treated like a monster?]

"This little girl—" Old Li pointed at the words on the paper, his beard trembling.

"Yes. All correct." Su Qing's voice sounded calm, but his fingers had already unconsciously tapped the table more than a dozen times.

The two of them couldn't understand it at all.

A little girl, not even three years old, could only utter two or three words in her babyish voice when she came to class, and she couldn't even hold a pen steadily.

After studying for less than a month, he can now not only recite the entire "Thousand Character Classic" from memory, but also write it from dictation.

Is this something a three-year-old child could do?

Old Li stroked his beard, then suddenly chuckled and nudged Su Qing with his elbow: "You forgot? She's my little apprentice. I've said it before, this girl is a treasure."

Su Qing rolled her eyes at him: "You didn't know she could be like this when you took her in."

"So what? There's a will of heaven in the dark." Old Li shook his head smugly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes almost turning into chrysanthemums with laughter.

Yun Shengsheng sat on a small stool, her two short legs dangling in the air, watching the two old men bicker back and forth, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I shouldn't have to hide it anymore, and life should be a little easier now.

Before she could even catch her breath, Su Qing turned around and looked at her with a smile.

"Since the basic courses are not difficult for you, starting tomorrow, I will give you a separate course on the Analects. The schedule will be rearranged. You will study the classics from Chen Shi (7-9 AM) to Wu Shi (11 AM-1 PM), then study pharmacology after Wu Shi, and write policy essays in the evening. The policy essays do not need to be too long, one hundred words will suffice."

Yun Shengsheng's mouth was agape, and she looked like a small, weathered stone statue.

One hundred characters! She's three years old! Using a calligraphy brush! To write a one hundred-character essay!

【Oh no! Is it too late for me to hide the words back?】

Su Qing lowered her head and took a sip of tea, pretending not to have seen anything.

No sooner had this minor incident passed than Yun Shengsheng's third birthday arrived.

On the fifth day of the ninth lunar month, a unique aroma wafted from the kitchen early in the morning.

Sugar-coated fritters were frying in the oil, steamed cakes were stacked on the steamer, and several kinds of buns and pastries with different fillings were placed by the stove. The rising steam enveloped the entire kitchen in a white mist.

Yun Shengsheng received tremendous good news the night before.

Old Li said, "Starting tomorrow, I'll give you three days off. Changru and I have already agreed that you don't need to attend any classes for these three days. Just enjoy your birthday."

She was incredibly excited on the spot.

Then today she actually took a nap, and Gan Yuwan didn't pull her out of bed until the sun was high in the sky and shining on her bottom.

When she rubbed her eyes and walked into the yard, she was startled by the scene before her.

The whole family was busy with joy. A large round table was set up in the yard, and in the center of the table was the "birthday cake" that she had been talking about for several days.

Gan Yuwan steamed a round, large steamed cake with fermented dough, topped with red dates, walnuts, and dried osmanthus flowers, and decorated with sliced ​​sweet potato chips.

Although it wasn't the kind of cake with buttercream frosting she remembered, she could tell at a glance that her mother had taken all her nagging to heart.

This sentiment is sweeter than any cake.

Her mother even made her a new outfit: a red jacket, red pants, and red shoes. She also had a red ribbon tied in her hair and a small red bell tied around her ankle, which jingled as she walked.

Yun Shengsheng looked down at her bright red outfit and couldn't help but laugh, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile.

After fourth grade, no one celebrated my birthday anymore. I never imagined that in this new world, I'd suddenly feel valued.

Memories of my past life became very blurry in that instant.

Those nights working overtime until the early hours, the cold boxed lunches, and the few automatic birthday wishes sent to your phone screen on your birthday.

Overlapping with the bustling scene in the courtyard before me, it was like two worlds flashing before my eyes.

Then she shook her head vigorously, banishing those chaotic thoughts, and grinned as she rushed into the yard.

Old Li and Su Qing have arrived.

Old Li even combed his hair a bit, and as soon as he entered, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Where's my good disciple? Come here and let your master see your new clothes!"

Su Qing stood beside him, holding a blue cloth bag in her hands. Looking at the lively scene in the courtyard, a rare smile appeared on her face.

Gifts were piled up in front of Yun Shengsheng one after another, forming a small mountain.

Old Li was the first to hand over a small maroon velvet bag.

Yun Shengsheng opened it and her face immediately fell.

Inside was a set of gleaming silver needles, ranging in length from as thin as a hair to as thick as a wheat awn.

Old Li didn't care about the little girl's expression; he twitched his mustache and looked smug.

"This is my most treasured possession. In two years, when your hands are more steady, I will pass on to you that set of acupuncture techniques that penetrate mountains and acupoints."

"Don't underestimate these needles; they can save lives or kill people in critical moments."

"When I was young, I used this to scare away several scoundrels who didn't know their place in the underworld."

As he spoke, he made a stabbing gesture, which he only awkwardly withdrew after Su Qing glanced at him.

Yun Shengsheng pursed her lips, but still respectfully said, "Thank you, Master!"

Su Qing's gift was much more elegant: a book neatly wrapped in blue cloth.

Yun Shengsheng opened it and saw several neat traditional Chinese characters on the cover: "The Correct Interpretation of the Analects".

The paper is supple and the ink still smells fresh; it's clearly a carefully selected, high-quality printed book.

She held the book, her lips curving downwards, and looked up at Su Qing.

Su Qing smiled slightly and casually added, "Read it carefully. I'll test you after you finish..."