Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 358: The Illiterate Second Young Master

Chapter 358: Chapter 358: The Illiterate Second Young Master

Song Yunuan watched and wondered how it would be if her story were turned into an animation.

As the three hens and their chicks led a happy and fulfilling life in the modern chicken farm, the animated movie also came to an end.

Song Yunuan then asked Asheng and Yingying, "Did you like the cartoon?"

Asheng nodded vigorously, not the first time the little one had watched Three Hens Moving House, yet he could never get enough.

"So, what do you think about turning ’Adventures of Little Stone’ into an animated movie?"

The two little ones looked at Song Yunuan, then at the television, back at the television, and then again at Song Yunuan.

Then the two kids sprung up and threw themselves at Song Yunuan, each grabbing an arm.

"Can we, can we? Can it be turned into an animation like Havoc in Heaven or Three Hens Moving House?"

In fact, if one were to go in that direction, why couldn’t it be done?

The same could earn foreign exchange.

Song Yunuan scratched her head; she realized that ever since she went to Nan City, "foreign exchange" seemed to get etched into her DNA.

The money she had earned before was all invested in the family’s garment factory, now almost all the money she had was her uncle’s.

She heard that this time the province would also be giving her a bonus.

She estimated that she could collect it when she got back.

Kou County said it started at a thousand yuan.

The county town must not fall behind.

Suddenly, she was about to have several thousand yuan added to her account.

If it had been her first few days there, she would have jumped for joy.

But now, it was rather bland, just a light drizzle.

Song Yunuan felt she was getting a bit carried away.

But she needed to first understand the production process of Hai City Animation Film Studio.

Making an animated movie was burning money.

But she owned an import-export trading company.

Thinking of this, Song Yunuan suddenly remembered something, tomorrow Gu Huai’an would take her shopping, and she definitely wouldn’t have time for it then.

Song Yunuan decided to look for Second Young Master Zhong now.

She asked her aunt, Ji Xinyi, to find all the textbooks at home, put them in a large cardboard box, along with fountain pens, calligraphy workbooks, and the like.

Because her uncle needed his brain, so he had studied, but it was all related to biopharmaceuticals.

But at least her uncle had a foundation.

Second Young Master, on the other hand, was essentially illiterate.

The handwriting on the little note he left her at summer camp looked like chicken scratch.

Now he was trying hard, and it was a lot better than before.

But his Mandarin was very good.

Pure Jiangbei accent.

Because the servant who took care of him was the lowest class called Northern Lass.

In the Zhong family, she had no name, just called Northern Lass.

She was from Jiangbei, and though her voice was very gentle, she had bright, large eyes.

She secretly told Zhong Shaoqing that her hometown was very beautiful, that in spring the mountains were covered with pink cherry blossoms, and before her mother died, she would make delicious cherry jam for her.

Back then, she was very happy.

When Zhong Shaoqing was sixteen, she died.

At that time, his illness was getting worse, had reached the point of mental confusion, but he dared not let himself go mad, dared not touch a human life.

But when the madness struck, he couldn’t control himself.

That day, Zhong Tianci deliberately threw a subordinate who had made a grave mistake to Zhong Shaoqing.

He told the subordinate that if he could make Second Young Master kill him, he’d give his family a large sum of money.

The knife ended up in the Second Young Master’s hand, but it stabbed into Northern Lass’s heart instead, she actively stepped into it.

Blood coated Zhong Shaoqing’s hands, and at that moment, he was momentarily clear-headed.

Northern Lass said she had lived long enough, she wanted to go home.

She said she wasn’t called Northern Lass, her name was Ning Zhixiao.

"But how could the moon have known from whence it arose, had Ning Zhixiao vanished amongst cloud and haze!"

It was Li Bai’s "Asking the Moon with a Toast."

After turning sixteen, Zhong Shaoqing wanted to live properly, only by living could he take revenge.

When he told Song Yunuan about it, he did so with a smile, saying that Ning Zhixiao was happier in death than in life.

And so, Song Yunuan remembering this, also brought Zhong Shaoqing quite a number of history books and ancient poetry.

We need to integrate him with us and make him a good youth who advocates the "Five Stresses, Four Beauties, and Three Loves".

However, studying at school would be the best.

She shared her thoughts with Second Grandpa.

Old Mr. Ji said that Zhong Shaoqing’s emotions were still too unstable, and attending classes at school was unrealistic and could lead to complications.

He glanced over at Song Yunuan.

In fact, he really wanted to say that Zhong Shaoqing only exerted utter restraint in her presence.

And it was strange that he could control himself at all.

But in reality, keeping control was difficult for him.

Firstly, he needed to detox.

Even with the medication, it couldn’t be carelessly administered.

Having been injected with tranquilizers and psychotropic drugs for too many years, recovery wouldn’t be easy.

Western medicine was ineffective, so he used Chinese medicine for treatment.

Song Yunuan: "How about hiring a tutor for him?"

Old Mr. Ji shook his head: "Someone who isn’t close to him would be inappropriate."

Indeed, that made sense.

Then, they would wait until he was stable before discussing it further.

Uncle Xiao Dizi drove Song Yunuan to the special rehabilitation center at the hospital.

One didn’t need to go through the main entrance but could enter from another side.

The facilities and equipment here were quite good.

The windowsills along the corridors were adorned with hanging baskets and green vines.

The light cast upon them made the greenery even more lush.

When she arrived, Zhong Shaoqing was reading a book, not expecting Song Yunuan to visit at this time.

His eyes flickered with surprise, but upon seeing the large box of books carried in by Adah and Acheng, he froze momentarily.

Song Yunuan checked the writing he had done recently.

It wasn’t bad; he had made significant progress.

Song Yunuan said to Zhong Shaoqing, "You have to study. At the very least, you need to aim for college."

Zhong Shaoqing nodded obediently, "As long as I’m sober, I will study."

Song Yunuan: "Do you know ’Humble Hut’s Inscription’ by any chance?"

Zhong Shaoqing shook his head: "I don’t know it."

Song Yunuan turned the textbook to that page, pointing at the article: "This is it. Read it when you have nothing else to do."

"Why should I read this?"

Song Yunuan glared at him: "Why are there so many questions? Just read it if I tell you to."

Zhong Shaoqing’s eyes twinkled with mirth as he nodded earnestly: "Okay!"

Song Yunuan glanced at the handsome scion before her. His eyes were rarely clear; most of the time, they were dull and lifeless.

But did that give him a kind of... battle-worn beauty?

It seemed an inappropriate metaphor.

Song Yunuan quickly said, "You should start learning from elementary school level. I’ve made a list for you; just study according to this schedule. All the corresponding textbooks you need have been gathered for you.

If there’s something you don’t understand, feel free to ask any doctor here; they should be able to explain. Otherwise, save your questions for when Uncle Xiao Dizi visits; you can ask him all at once."

Zhong Shaoqing blinked and asked Song Yunuan, "Why did you say ’us’?"

Song Yunuan pointed to Adah and Acheng standing nearby: "These two are your study companions."

A look of dismay covered Adah’s face.

"Sister Nuan, I... We need to study too? But I don’t know anything."

"You need to study exactly because you don’t know anything. Read diligently alongside Second Young Master, and when he goes to university, you and Acheng could at least get a diploma from a vocational high school," she said with meaningful emphasis. "Otherwise, who will want to employ you in the future?"

Though she spoke of the future, it wasn’t really far off—just two or three years away.

Adah and Acheng thought it over and agreed they could manage that.

They currently helped out at Old Mr. Ji’s plantation when they had time.

Old Mr. Ji also paid them a salary.

But most of their time was spent taking care of Second Young Master.

Even so, studying together wasn’t appealing to them.

However, facing the detailed study plans, schedules, and various notebooks, workbooks, and pencil cases that Song Yunuan had brought...

No one dared resist the well-prepared Song Yunuan!