In the afternoon, Long Yue returned home.
When she got back, she had already eaten a bowl of noodles outside, her stomach was full, but there was still some food left for her at home. There was no other choice; this family now depended entirely on her for survival.
Mrs. Wang was still pleading with her to send her eldest son to school, so she could only put on a smile.
"The plan for the year lies in spring; next spring, I'll send him to school."
After Long Yue spoke, she saw an anxious and disappointed look on Mrs. Wang's face. She added, speechless, "Did you forget? There's only one school in our Qingtian County, and Mr. Xu was recently injured by Qian Yi. He's still recuperating at home. How can he have time to teach?"
"Oh..."
Only then did Mrs. Wang remember, and she felt a little embarrassed thinking she almost misunderstood Long Yue earlier. Luckily, the harsh words hadn't slipped out, so it wasn't a big issue.
