Ye Yang was sitting down and resting underneath the roof. He looked at them as they slowly drove the bullock-cart out the door.
“Yang, since you aren’t going anywhere for a while, do you want to practice writing?” Ye Ling turned around, came underneath the roof, and looked at him.
He would always remind his oldest brother every day because Yang wasn’t very interested in writing.
Liu Duo said they should practice writing when they were free. They didn’t need to know how to write every word, but they should at least be able to write their names, even with their eyes closed.
When Ye Yang heard him, he got up, went to sit at the table, and nodded. “Okay.”
Ye Ling brought the paper and brushes over and the two of them then practiced writing quietly at the table…
After about an hour, villagers would occasionally come to sell their tomatoes. It was only when they started to come that Ye Yang stopped practicing. He went to get the farming equipment and went out to the fields with Old Liu.
“Ye Ling, I never would’ve thought your oldest brother also knew how to write.” One of the villagers looked at the table, saw the words Ye Yang wrote and said this to Ye Ling with a smile. For some strange reason, he hadn’t dared to open his mouth when Ye Yang was present just now.
Ye Ling was counting the money for him when he heard him. He replied with a slight smile on his face. “Yeah, but he only knows how to write a few words. But he will be able to write more in the future.”
He felt slightly proud of this!
Liu Ran was studying in school, his third brother studied in school before, and Liu Duo also now knew how to write. Add to that fact that he, Yang, and Liu were also studying right now. If they kept this up, their entire family would become literate.
This was extremely impressive for a peasant household! After all, well-off peasant households would only choose to send one of their children to school.
A villager who was standing at the side turned their head and looked at Ye Yang’s writing on the paper. He asked curiously, “Ye Ling, did your oldest brother write this?”
Ye Ling gave him the money he’d finished counting and also looked at the words his oldest brother wrote. “My brother wrote the names of members of my family. This is my wife’s name, Liu Duo, this is mine…”
He pointed at Ye Yang’s writings and patiently read it to the villager.
In response, the villager found it quite mysterious. So this was what the four brothers and the shared wife’s names look like.
After the villager received the money from selling the tomatoes, he chatted with Ye Ling for a while longer before finally leaving.
Ye Liu and the others were rushing to another villager when Li Wazi said, “Liu, Mo, at noon, why did sister-in-law say we would go to a brothel?”
This really surprised him. He couldn’t understand why Liu Duo would think that. It almost caused his own wife to misunderstand him.
Ye Yang was looking at the transaction records when he heard him. He said, without even lifting his head, “So what if she said it? The three of us are innocent so what do we have to be afraid of?”
“Mo, why didn’t you tell sister-in-law just now that the reason we went to town was to get the paintings from Mr. Dongfang Ming? She almost misunderstood us!”
“I haven’t got the painting yet so why would I say that!” Ye Mo was a bit upset.
At this time, Ye Ling said with a smile, “Little Duo is actually just indirectly reminding us not to waste time while we are purchasing the tomatoes by doing unimportant things!”
When Li Wazi and Ye Mo heard him, they exchanged glances and both muttered in their hearts, Was that what she meant?
Ye Liu continued to say pretentiously as he drove the bullock-cart, “If we really want to go visit a brothel, wouldn’t it be better to embrace our own wives? It’s both harmless and practical.”
Although going to a brothel was exciting and could quickly fulfill one’s desires, if they contracted an STD then it wouldn’t be worth it.