After Marrying Him, the Ending Has Changed

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Secretly Hiding Candy

She wanted to know if San Ya had any tips for studying, and she wanted to learn them.

Jiang Mianmian couldn’t just say she had studied it in her previous life, so she had to boast without modesty, “Because I have a good memory.”

The other children listened and didn’t doubt her, only hating that they didn’t have the same good memory as her.

The Scholar Tyrant System took the opportunity to ask, “Would the Host with the good memory like to activate Scholar Tyrant mode now? You will only earn energy points after activating Scholar Tyrant mode.”

“No rush, let’s wait until I finish a book,” she said.

Just by hearing the name Scholar Tyrant mode, one would know it was tough; naturally, Jiang Mianmian would slack off for as long as she could.

“All right,” the System was not in a hurry for a few days’ time; after all, it had been skimping by for so many years.

Inside the room, the old lady finally had the chance to complain, “Old man, how could you let Eldest sweet-talk you into this? All those eggs could have bought quite a few pounds of pork. It’s a huge loss, even if we save a couple of yuan on tuition fees.”

In front of the younger generation, she usually didn’t contradict her partner openly, so she had held it in until now, ready to spill out her grievances.

“Moreover, if she eats all the eggs, the two grandsons won’t have any to eat. If they lack nutrition and their health suffers, who will the Old Jiang Family rely on in the future? Eldest only has one daughter, and Eldest’s son’s wife is likely not going to give birth to a boy; most likely, we’ll only have Zhiwen and Zhiwu, the two boys.”

In her mind, having been instilled with this belief since she was young, only boys could serve as pillars of the home. Even if Mianmian married into her husband’s family, it would not be proper.

Jiang Dashan waited for her to finish her complaints before reply leisurely, “It’s not just about the money. If San Ya really gets into high school, I would have the face to meet our ancestors even if I were underground.”

Their Jiang Family had always been peasants, generation after generation. If he could raise a successful and educated individual, it would bring honor to their ancestors.

“Plus, if she succeeds, she can also help Zhiwen and Zhiwu,” he added.

Jiang Dashan saw further than anyone else; as the saying goes, when one man gains enlightenment, his whole family ascends to heaven. The whole family could benefit from her success and bask in her reflected glory.

The old lady pursed her lips, still feeling the loss of the eggs, “Then let her eat eggs after she gets into high school. If she doesn’t get in, all those eggs would have been wasted.” @@novelbin@@

“If you’re not nice to her now, it’ll be too late to start once she gets into high school,” he said.

Jiang Dashan shook his head, and seeing his wife still skeptical, he said sternly, “In any case, just listen to me on this.”

Seeing his stern face, the old lady had no choice but to agree through gritted teeth, “Fine! If that girl doesn’t get into high school, don’t even think about eating eggs for the next two months!”

In fact, she would have preferred not to give eggs at all in the future, but Eldest had a temperament that definitely would not agree to that.

If she truly withheld them, that defiant one would directly snatch them away!

Jiang Dashan knew his wife would continue to grumble for a while and chose to close his eyes and go to sleep.

It wasn’t long before the old lady had vented enough and also lay down on the bed to sleep.

The rest of them also fell into a deep sleep amidst the summer heat and the chirping of cicadas.

After waking up, Jiang Mianmian and her parents went to town; they had popsicles and large meat buns, and she even pocketed two pockets full of fruit candies to bring home.

“Your dad and I will just taste one piece of this fruit candy–just to have a sweet taste–and won’t eat more, they’re all for you. You must study hard to repay our love for you!” Su Wanyu earnestly lectured her daughter while sucking on a candy.

“Mm-hmm, got it,” Jiang Mianmian nodded absently; she couldn’t be bothered to expose her mother’s pretense.

As if she hadn’t seen her mother sneakily grab a handful and hide it in her pocket when they bought the candy.