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Tang Zhinian fell silent, just accompanying his daughter as they ate. Tang Yuxin sat there obediently, spooning rice into her mouth one bite at a time, never spilling a grain. The meals at home were typically noodles or dumplings. Had she ever expressed a desire for anything else? Before she was three, she could be quite picky and often asked for things from the local store. But after turning three, it was as if she had grown up overnight, suddenly becoming so sensible. It seemed as if she knew the household was struggling financially, and she no longer even glanced at her once-favorite store.

“Brother, I’m done eating,” Tang Zhijun put down his bowl and wiped his mouth, “I’ll head to the fields now, get the soil turned, and plant the crops as early as possible.”

“Alright, you go ahead,” Tang Zhinian cleaned up the bowls on the table. Once the children were settled, he would join Zhijun. The brothers had never divided their property, including the land, which was all shared. Apart from not having women in the house, they were no different from the other villagers. They were always busy in the fields, hardly having a single day for relaxation.

And most people in the village lived just like this.

After washing the bowls, Tang Zhinian took Tang Yuxin to Chen Zhong’s place, before heading to the fields. If the brothers started sowing their crops early, they could feel a bit more relaxed once the seeds were in the ground.

Tang Yuxin was used to being at Chen Zhong’s place. Unlike other children in the village, who played in the mud, she was clean like a pampered young lady from a wealthy family. Compared to the village children, she was immaculate.

Therefore, Tang Yuxin seemed like someone else’s child. At least, in the eyes of the villagers, Tang Yuxin didn’t need her clothes washed daily, and Tang Zhinian never had to discipline her for being naughty.

Tang Yuxin’s charm melted everyone’s heart.

She was currently learning to write from Sun Zhong, starting with brushwork. Although she was small, her persistent efforts over several months were beginning to bear fruit.

Half a year later, when she grew a bit older, Chen Zhong started teaching her how to stitch. Initially, she practiced using a piece of cloth filled with cotton, poking the needle into it. Each time Tang Zhinian saw her doing this, he became anxious. He felt like taking her away right there and then. It was a needle! What if she accidentally pricked herself?

He fretted about this for half a month, even developed blisters in his mouth from the anxiety. Eventually, he realized that Tang Yuxin wasn’t afraid of the needle and she was meticulous with her stitching, never once hurting herself.

“Don’t be so melodramatic,” Chen Zhong dismissed Tang Zhinian’s worries, “Just because you’re dim-witted doesn’t mean everyone else is.”

That remark stung deeply.

At first, Tang Yuxin’s needlework technique was gentle, and she applied little force. However, according to Sun Zhong, learning to stitch should start from a young age. Practicing until the needle feels like part of your own body. So when the time comes to use it professionally, it will come naturally. He said he started learning needlework around Yuxin’s age. However, compared to him at that age, Yuxin was much more focused.