Chapter 9

 No! Du Mingna doesn't need to consider, immediately reject the system.

 There are still many villagers in Huisheng Village.

 With his efforts, he has a complete chance to achieve 100% completion.

 How could he lose sight of the big picture for a small gain? Du Mingna smiled and looked at the sitting Daniel.

 A child's brain is still developing.

 Because of this, children learn things faster.

 They can establish connections between various information more easily.

 But as a person grows up and learns new things, the difficulty of learning will increase linearly.

 Daniel is an adult.

 His learning ability is definitely not as good as a child's.

 But his performance tonight is commendable.

 "It's been two hours.

 Daniel, do you want to continue studying?" Du Mingna considered his voice to be gentle.

 Daniel, however, shivered fiercely as he listened.

 He waved his hands repeatedly.

 "No, no! Today is enough, teacher, you must be tired too..." As the words came out, Daniel suddenly froze.

 Teacher? He had actually gotten used to calling Du Mingna that way? What a joke! Clearly, he used to call Du Mingna "young master" in a sarcastic manner.

 But when studying with Du Mingna, he would occasionally correct the way he addressed him, asking him to call him teacher or principal, and he actually unconsciously changed it? But he couldn't explain why, calling Du Mingna teacher felt more comfortable than calling him young master.

 Principal would also work, but in this school, isn't it just Du Mingna alone? Oh, and this student.

 In this situation, calling Du Mingna principal just feels strange.

 Daniel hurriedly got up in a fluster.

 The amount of information that flooded his mind tonight was quite large, and he needed to go home and digest it properly.

 "I have work tomorrow, I must go back early to rest. Mr.John, you must be tired too, you should also rest early, I'll go back first." Daniel forcibly stopped himself from calling out teacher again.

 Du Mingna didn't pay much attention to it.

 Among the villagers who came to this room with Gus earlier, Daniel's hostility towards him was the most obvious.

 In a short period of time, being able to make such a big change in Daniel's attitude was already quite good.

 He picked up the lamp on the table and walked towards the door with Daniel.

 Just as Daniel bent down to leave, Du Mingna casually said, "Since you think I teach reasonably well, come with your daughter Dora tomorrow night to study, how about that? If your wife also wants to learn, your whole family can come together." Upon hearing Du Mingna's words, Daniel was almost scared into hitting the door frame.

 He almost fled from Du Mingna's small house.

 "Let's talk about it tomorrow night!" Du Mingna shouted loudly in the direction he was leaving, "You remember to come! You promised me, words must be kept!"

"I-I got it." The response that came in the night breeze sounded somewhat guilty.

 Du Mingna returned to the room and showed a sunny smile to Mr.John.

 "Mr.John, Daniel is right, you've been busy all day, you should rest early." Mr.John happily agreed.

 "Yes, young master, you too, rest early.

 These days, the young master has been lying on the cart, probably not sleeping comfortably.

 Today, you finally have a bed to sleep on.

 This bed isn't very good, but in Huisheng Village, this is all we have.

 Young master, please bear with it for now.

" As he spoke, he wanted to go into Du Mingna's room to make the bed for him.

 In fact, there was nothing to do, the bedding had already been laid out, all that was left was to fluff the pillow and unfold the folded blanket.

 Even if Mr.

 John wanted to do more, the conditions here were so rudimentary that he couldn't do anything.

 Du Mingna was a bit uncomfortable, but Mr.

 John was happy doing it, and Du Mingna wanted to stop him, but Mr.

 John seemed to think that Du Mingna no longer needed him, so Du Mingna had to let him be.

 As both of them lay down to rest, Du Mingna originally thought he wouldn't fall asleep so easily.

 Little did he know that his head was resting on the pillow, and he fell asleep in the blink of an eye, smelling the scent of hay coming through the mattress.

 On the other side, when Danny returned home, he saw his wife Winnie waiting at the door with their drowsy daughter Dora in her arms.

 As he entered, Winnie, with a hint of impatience and a relieved tone, asked, "Why did you leave for so long? What did the young master from the Hall family say?" Dora, who was half asleep in her mother's arms, asked sleepily, "Daddy? You're back? Can I go to study with the young master?" When Duminna made promises to the villagers, she was also present.

 The other villagers had their own concerns, and even though learning to read and write was attractive to them, they dared not immediately say they wanted to study with Duminna.

 Only Dora was an innocent little girl.

 She was young and did not quite understand the difference between her own class and Duminna's class, nor did she know the conflicts between Gray Rope Village and the Hall family.

 She only knew she wanted to go to school and learn to read.

 In the past, it was rare for her to follow her father to the city to play, where she could watch other children's lives from afar.

 Even a glimpse was enough to leave a deep impression on her young mind.

 Now she finally had a chance to fulfill her wish, how could she give it up? And if it weren't for her, Daniel would not have gone to Duminna's house so late at night.

 Daniel took Dora from Winnie's hands.

 Holding his daughter with one hand, he pinched her nose.

 "Okay.That young master..." Daniel hesitated.

 He didn't know how to describe him.

 But he could feel it.

 Duminna was different from those high and mighty noble young masters.

 He ruffled his daughter's head.

 "He's fine.Dora, tomorrow, no, tomorrow night, you'll go with me to study with him." He pinched his daughter's cheek again.

 "Daddy promised to study with him for two hours every night for the next six months, all for you!" Now thinking back to those two hours, he couldn't understand how he had endured.

 Dora, who was still half asleep, woke up in shock.

 "Six months?! Two hours?!" How old was she? Six years? Or seven years? The little girl counted on her fingers, but not very accurately.

 She gave up and simply climbed onto her father's neck, affectionately rubbing her head against his bearded face.

 "Yes! Dora knows, Daddy is the best!" That was six months, a long, long time.

 Daddy agreed for her sake! Daniel playfully rubbed his daughter's face a few times, then lifted her high.

 But he didn't play with Dora for long before carrying her back to the room.

 It was time for his daughter to sleep.

 And he needed to talk to his wife about tonight's events.

 In front of his daughter, he only needed to say that everything was resolved and she could go to school.

 But in front of his wife, he should explain in more detail.

 Like him, his wife had experienced how the Hall family had oppressed their Gray Rope Village.

 That was before the Ironclad Mercenaries came to Gray Rope Village, more than thirty years ago.

 During those eight consecutive years, for some unknown reason, the Hall family demanded that the villages within their territory hand over enough Silverheart Grass every year.

 This was a medicinal herb that was not easy to grow.

 The land around Gray Rope Village was not very good, with too many rocks, not very suitable for Silverheart Grass to grow.

 The villagers of Gray Rope Village could barely grow enough crops for themselves and pay their annual taxes, which was already very difficult.

In years of poor harvest, villagers in the village had to risk their lives hunting wild beasts, even first-order monsters, in the Sipu Mountains to earn more money to pay the taxes demanded by the Hall family.

 Over the eight years, the amount of Silverheart Grass demanded by the Hall family increased annually.

 For the sake of this Silverheart Grass, countless villagers from Huisong Village were forced to leave their homes or risk their lives in the Sipu Mountains.

 Those who left their hometown may have died on the way, and Huisong Village never heard from them again.

 Those who risked their lives in the mountains, few survived.

 Each time, a group of people went into the mountains, and another group returned injured, sometimes with one or two bodies.

 Occasionally, only one or two people managed to escape back.

 This went on for eight years.

 The Hall family finally stopped demanding Silverheart Grass.

 Huisong Village, along with other villages in the Hall family's territory, managed to live in peace for a few years.

 But Huisong Village faced the Iron Armor Mercenary Group a few years later.

 These mercenaries failed in the Sipu Mountains and took out their anger on the villagers.

 Only Old John from the Hall family would speak up for the villagers and try to calm the mercenaries down, while others showed no regard for the lives in the village.

 As a result, the people of Huisong Village had feelings for Old John, but no goodwill towards the rest of the Hall family.

 Tonight, Daniel and his wife Winnie lay in bed, reminiscing about the past and mentioning the Hall family.

 Daniel couldn't help but mention Dumina when talking about the Hall family.

 He was also from the Hall family, but seemed tolerable.

 Winnie asked about Daniel's studies, and he chuckled.

 "Hey, you might not believe it, but today I finally learned how to write the three characters of our Huisong Village! Wait, let me show you.

" These were the three characters he had put the most effort into learning! He grabbed Winnie's hand and used his fingers to write on her palm.

 His calloused fingers made Winnie's palm itch, and she laughed while trying to pull her hand away.

 Daniel had intended to hold onto Winnie's hand, but as he wrote, he let her hand slip away.

 He clicked his tongue.

 "Alright, I knew you were sensitive to itching.

 Next time, I'll find another chance to show you!" He wouldn't admit that he had suddenly forgotten how to write halfway through! Huisong Village, Huisong Village, when he was studying with Dumina, he didn't think these three characters were so complicated, only the middle one was a bit difficult to write.

 But as long as Dumina pointed to these three characters, no matter how he pointed, he could recognize them.

 Why did he find it so difficult to write them when he got home? It seemed he needed to study more seriously tomorrow night.

 Oh, and he needed to talk to the teacher about giving everyone a chance to practice writing characters.

 Otherwise, just looking at them, could they learn? It didn't matter to him, but he had to think about Dora.

 Hmm...

 he would ask the teacher.

 If there was anything they needed help with, the people in their village could try to get some things.

 They had survived the most difficult years, and now they no longer had to pay taxes to the Hall family, just to the teacher, which should be enough to afford education, right? If not...

 Daniel thought to himself as he whispered to his wife.

 Unconsciously, the sound of snoring filled the room, and both had fallen asleep.