12. Shangfang Treasure Sword

  "...To be honest, it's also my fault. The child is intelligent, but has been neglected in his upbringing; His parents are abroad, and he has been following me since childhood. I've always been busy with business on the mountain, so I couldn't help but neglect him. He has taken the exam for three years now, but still hasn't passed; If he fails again this year, I will really be ashamed in front of his parents, and even more so, I will have ruined this child's future."

  "We're all baffled in our family, and that kid isn't stupid either, so why can't he get in?"

  Third Uncle walked on one side, telling Mochen about the child's situation. The mountain road was rugged and winding, and Mochen followed Third Uncle step by step up the stone steps, looking at this kind old man with a straw hat on his head and a round body that gave off a warm and friendly feeling.

  Mò Zhān's impression of Third Uncle wasn't deep, she only vaguely remembered that when she was a child, their home would receive large sacks of mountain goods, with fresh and beautiful mushrooms, big wood ears, and nuts that were more delicious than hazelnuts. Those delicious foods with the fragrance of the mountains had given Mò Zhān sweet memories.

  Mom said those were all sent by Third Uncle. Although they had never met, Meng Xiang was also filled with gratitude for the old man. So this time she said that Third Uncle asked her to tutor, and she agreed.

  "Third Uncle, don't worry, since I've come, I'll definitely do my best. The difficulty of the college entrance exam has actually decreased a lot compared to before, as long as he's willing to work hard, he'll always have somewhere to go."

  In such a closed small town, although the mountains are green and the water is clear, the transportation is inconvenient and the education level is also relatively backward. Children growing up in such a place want to leave the town and change their fate, and the college entrance examination may be their only opportunity. Dad was able to take the exam back then, it was after going through thousands of hardships, I've heard dad say before.

  Mò zhān understands that the burden on her shoulders is not light, but she will do her best.

  "That's great." Third Uncle smiled with relief, but still looked a bit embarrassed. "The biggest problem with that child is that he refuses to listen. If you can get him to take it seriously, then he might actually be saved."

  "Can I hit him?" Mo Cui heard and burst out laughing, thinking of the old days when teachers used to hit students with a ruler, "I need to set some rules for him."

  The grandson of Third Uncle is of the same generation as myself, so he should be considered my younger brother. It's not excessive to hit him a few times when he's being naughty, right?

  Third Uncle's face showed a look of alarm, "...... I don't object. Mò Zhān, I'm just afraid you can't beat him."

  "How could it be." Mo Ze raised an eyebrow, "As long as you give me this Shangfang treasure sword, I'll find a way to deal with him. This summer vacation is going to peel off one layer of his skin."

  When it comes to dealing with boys, Mochen is not without a way. Last year, she also helped the naughty boy next door with his homework, and at first, he was very resistant, but later he was subdued by Mochen and got good grades in the middle school entrance exam.

  In the eyes of cicadas, many boys are not learning well, not because they are really stupid, but because they are too distracted; in old words, that's called being spoiled. Parents and family members all treat them as treasures, reluctant to scold or hit them, thus spoiling them with bad habits.

  Meng remembered a sentence from his elementary school teacher: "Teachers are actually gardeners, not only watering and fertilizing, but also pruning branches."

  Third Uncle saw the confident look on Mian's face and nodded slightly, "Alright, alright, Mian, I'll leave everything to you. Just make sure to protect yourself first."

  Mazi just smiled and said, "Don't worry, Third Uncle. I'll go back and study the Dog-Beating Stick Technique on my own."

  As he stepped onto the last step of the mountain path, Ma Chong suddenly turned his head and asked, "Third Uncle, did you send someone to pick me up at the train station?"

  Third Uncle shook his head like a rattle drum, "No, I wanted to come pick you up myself. The train was late, so I went to take care of other things first, and that's why I'm late."

  Oh, that's good. As long as the guy she met earlier wasn't from San Shu Gong's family, then she wouldn't be afraid of anything.