Chapter 3516: Poverty Limits Imagination

This is probably the most satisfying and enjoyable meal I’ve had in a month,” she said.Here is the translation:Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Cao Baimei smiled, got...When I came to my mother's house after drying my clothes, I happened to meet Bao Suyun.

"Qinger, come and try this black rice osmanthus cake made by your fifth aunt. It tastes really good."

Mrs. Sun took out a plate, on which there were pieces of black rice cake, both large and small, cut into different shapes. Although they looked slightly rough from the outside, they were very tempting.

Yang Ruqing directly stuffed a piece into her mouth and started chewing. Then, she gave Bao Suyun a thumbs-up.

"Well, not bad, not bad. A faint sweetness, very good as an after-dinner dessert." she said.

Bao Suyun squinted and smiled, "If you like it, next time I'll have your Uncle Wu bring back more black rice when he comes back. This trip brought too little, so I just ground half a catty of powder, otherwise I'd have to make some more."

Yang Ruqing wiped her lips and then asked Bao Suyun the same question she had asked Cao Bamie earlier.

Bao Suoyun smiled and said, “The other day I saw Huahua go dancing, so I asked my Mianmian.”

"I told you, if you also want to jump, Mom will sign you up."

"How do you say 'soft'" Yang Ruqing asked.

Bao Suyun smiled and shook her head, "This girl Mianmian is quiet by nature. Even when she was in the county before, your fifth uncle wanted to send her to learn the piano, but she wouldn't even bother."

> “When she has free time, she likes to do needlework with me. She's going to school now, too, because she doesn't want to get married and be blinded by reality.”

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"By then, she won't be able to read the account books or write letters, and everything will be decided by others. Only then will she realize the importance of studying and understanding things. She won't go dancing."

After listening to Bao Suyun's words, Yang Ruohong wasn't surprised.

This little cousin of mine, Mianmian, has always had this kind of personality.

As the name suggests, she is soft and gentle, with a quiet and elegant demeanor.

“Mianmian is ten years old this year, isn't she” Mrs. Sun suddenly asked.

Bao Suyun said: "That's right, the third one is Xiangxiang, the fourth one is Mianmian, and among the grandchildren, there's Xiu Xiu. These three little girls are all about the same age, with at most a year between them."

Mrs. Sun sighed, "All the children in my family have grown up so quickly! In a few years, it will be their turn to get married and start families of their own. Time really flies!"

Yang Ruqing also had a look of deep emotion on her face.

Yes, I still remember that when I first crossed over, my fourth aunt was pregnant with three little girls. The one they were expecting was called Xiangxiang.

Later, after she got into a fight with her uncle Yang Huainan, she went into premature labor. Her youngest daughter was so thin and weak that during her confinement period, she cried from hunger but couldn't even make a sound.

As for Mianmian, Yang Ruoheng's impression of her was even deeper.

When Mianmian was born, it just happened that Wu's mother's only brother had died unexpectedly.

Aunt Wu's heart was breaking so much that her milk supply had receded. Mianmian was also starving, barely hanging on with just a breath left; even rice congee and noodle soup wouldn't go down.

Fifth Uncle held the child, and the man was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes.

Tang Yazi went to the mountains and caught a ewe who had just lost her lamb. She led it straight to Fifth Uncle's place. Mianmian was raised on goat's milk.

Both Xiangxiang and Mianmian, these two girls, inherited the good genes of the Lao Yang family. They were pretty from a young age.

It's perfectly normal for MianMian to be so pretty, since both Uncle Wu and Auntie Wu are very good-looking. No matter who she resembles, MianMian is still a little beauty.

But Xiangxiang's charming looks were purely by chance.

Why is that so

Because both He'er and Ju'er are not very attractive, Ju'er has fully inherited the appearance of her aunt Liu, who is not beautiful at all.

Then Ju'er took the average of her fourth uncle and fourth aunt's ages, and she was of ordinary appearance.

But the third daughter, Xiangxiang, fully inherited her Fourth Uncle's genes and has been further improved and evolved upon his foundation.

Therefore, Xiangxiang is almost the signature of Si Fang.

It's no wonder Xia Juan would rather spend the money meant for Gou Dan to help Xiang Xiang learn dance. If Xiang Xiang were born into a wealthy family of princes and nobles, with some clever packaging and promotion, titles like "First Beauty" would be easily within her grasp.

“By the way, Qing’er, we were so caught up talking about our own things. What about your little one Is she going to school” Bao Suyun also asked.

Before Yang Ruohua could reply, Mrs. Sun chuckled first.

"My daughter, she's probably not going to want to go. You ask her to learn martial arts, I bet she'll run faster than anyone else." Mrs. Sun said.

Yang Ruqing also smiled and said, "Grandma Ga still understands her granddaughter. I asked her, and she shook her head like crazy."

So, the dancing thing is settled.

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Xiuxiang will go at the end of the month, currently it's just Hahua and Xiangxiang going.

Every three days, I go back once and practice for half a day each time.

Sometimes it's in the morning, sometimes it's in the afternoon.

If we go in the morning, then it's with Yang Huaming. We can take him along the way. After practicing dancing in the morning, we'll have lunch at Tianxiang Building in town. Then, when Yang Huaming returns to the village in the afternoon, we'll bring him back together.

If it was in the afternoon, Zhou Sheng would take some time to send it to town, and then come back with Yang Huaming in the afternoon.

The father and stepfather worked together perfectly, one picking up and the other dropping off the children. The two children were very happy learning to dance at Flying Swallow Pavilion.

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By the end of the month, Cao Baimei's Xiu Xiu also joined this team.

Many girls the same age as her in the village were envious and ran home to nag their parents about wanting to learn how to dance, too.

Hearing that the tuition for half a year was two taels of silver, those parents immediately lost their enthusiasm.

"Two taels of silver With two taels of silver, your mother could even set up a dowry for you! Go learn some useful skills instead, or you won't be able to feed yourself!"

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Parents often scold their children like this.

But the children wouldn't listen: "Huanhuan, Xiangiang, Xioxiu, the three of them dance so beautifully! I want to too..."

"You don't even look at the parents of those people, they have the ability to casually take out two taels of silver." The parents said angrily.

“Since your parents are incompetent, you just have to accept it. Your parents are going out to work in the fields, so at home you better take good care of your younger siblings. Remember to cook lunch and feed the pigs and chickens at noon, or else I'll skin you…”

Father and mother carried hoes and wore straw hats as they went out to the fields. Even after walking far from the yard, they could still hear their child crying in the back yard.

The father's brow furrowed with worry, quickening his pace. The mother could only sigh silently.

Saying on the surface that scolding children's dowry and stuff, saying that learning to dance is useless trash.

To put it bluntly, the problem still lies with the parents' incompetence!

If you have the ability, even if it's just a trifle, as long as the child learns happily, go ahead. It's nothing but spending two ounces of silver. Don't expect anything grand to come out of it.

When it really comes down to whether or not something is worth doing, it boils down to poverty.

Poverty restricts imagination, poverty restricts purchasing power, and poverty restricts everything, including the love for children!

As a mother, she couldn't bear it after all. She ran up to catch up and pulled at her child's father's sleeve.

Lower your voice: "Her father, the child is crying so miserably. If it really doesn't work, I'll go to my relatives and borrow some money, at least send her out to see the world"

The child's father glared angrily at his wife: "You are a woman of sentiment, going to borrow money from people for those things that can't even be eaten or drunk Don't go!"

The child's wife weakly retracted her hand and lowered her head.

The child's father walked a few steps and muttered to himself, "Let's see how the harvest is this season. If it's still good, we'll sell some first, then sell our eggs and stuff at home to make up for about two taels of silver. We'll see what happens then..."

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