"Go to school?" Qin Xiangyang inexplicably disliked this term. "I'm not going," he refused to go to school, he wanted to run a shop, make money, and take care of his little sister. If he went to school, what would become of his sister?
"Brother," Qin Xiangnuan crinkled her little nose, she didn't want to raise a brother who only knew the obsession with money.
The future belongs to the era of culture.
Without culture, it could be terrifying.
What they are earning now is just petty business; without culture, do they have to sell pancakes here for a lifetime?
"Now that our family has money, you should go to school," Qin Xiangnuan insisted that her brother must go to school. After the New Year, he would be ten years old. It's normal for rural children to start school late, at eight or nine. If he had to repeat a year, it was not uncommon to be ten and in the first grade, so he could still keep up.
