The old lady set down the chicken feed in her hands and stepped into the pen again, feeling under the chicken's bottom, still no eggs, somewhat disappointed.
Hearing Shu Yu's words, she washed her hands before smiling and saying, "They both went to the Zhang family."
"To the Zhang family?"
"Yes, Dahu has gone there to be a teacher."
Shu Yu was filled with questions, "Are you sure?"
The old lady wiped her hands and said cheerfully, "It was the young one from the Zhang family who came over here, since he knew Dahu could read and write, he thought of letting him teach them whenever he had free time."
Shu Yu looked up at the sky. A child who had been in school for less than two months becoming a teacher— it seemed utterly fantastical.