How Can a Woman Have Fun in Farming?

Noble knowledge is carried on noble paper.

The awe and respect for knowledge is something that every scholar must learn, but it is completely absent here.

And just when Wilson finished greeting Jumi and turned to leave.

"Teacher, are you leaving like this?"

Jumi looked at the back of the old man in front of him and shook his head.

After a slight pause, Wilson's body looked back at his former student.

"Everyone has a position that everyone should be in. When you are not suitable for this position, you have to learn to find another position that suits you."

"I remember I taught you when I gave you the first class."

When the old man narrated, there was a kind of naturalness in his voice.

Obviously, he himself is convinced of his statement.

Jumi looked at the other party's state, and didn't make any excuses.

"Whether it's your script, teacher, or Boss Felt's "Journey to the Frozen Land", I have read it."

Jumi Braden waved the two scripts in his hand to Wilson in front of him, and changed the topic to another aspect.

"Teacher, your script is exquisite, and the tribute to the spirits of both sides in that demi-human war is quite appropriate."

"It should be adapted from a certain period of real history, and it makes people feel sublimated when watching it."

Jumi spoke in a tone that sounded rather objective.

But Wilson frowned slightly when he heard the other party's praise.

He didn't know how much his former student had changed, but at least one thing should have remained the same.

The party he praised has always been a loser.

Sure enough, under Wilson's gaze.

Jumi began his next speech.

"But when I read Boss Felt's script, I cried."

He opened his mouth as if feeling a little embarrassed.

Wilson, on the other hand, just looked at Jumi with a rather serious look.

He can see that the other party is not lying, so why?

Such an incoherent preamble without any logic, why did it make Jumi cry?

"When I escaped from home, that's how I went."

"You seem to have no logical behavior, but I deeply empathize with it."

Jumi shrugged at the old man.

"By the way, "Everyone has a position that everyone should be in. When you are not suitable for this position, you have to learn to find another position that suits you." I quite disagree with this sentence. "

"Position is something that can always be created by oneself from scratch, and escaping will not solve the problem."

"Of course, when I say this, I just feel that it's a pity for you to leave like this."

"The teacher in my memory shouldn't be the same as those people."

"Is knowledge noble?"

"If you take a closer look at the people around you, you probably won't have such thoughts."

After Jumi Braden asked with a smile, Wilson left the spot first.

Wilson was the only one left standing there thinking deeply.

……

The sound of rushing water on the Baishui River kept ringing in my ears.

The hale and hearty old man standing by the river looked ahead without saying a word.

Take a closer look at the people around you?How could he not read it?

Free defecation is prohibited and labor is encouraged, and the distance between extraordinary people and ordinary people is constantly shortening.

The plain but neatly dressed people make it hard to tell whether they are commoners or nobles.

Oh, according to them, I should be a frozen earth talent.

Children run by from time to time, and even the dirty frontier farmers will take out the free literacy cards for literacy learning.

Not for the so-called elegance and decency, just because it can make more money.

Literate people and illiterate people can get jobs and wages that are completely different.

Wilson Ruckerman is a researcher of history.

Reflecting the present with the past and predicting the future with the past is what he has been doing all along.

But everything that is happening around is messing everything up.

There has never been a past that recorded the scene in front of him, and no one has ever told him what kind of future this will lead to.

A completely different order.

The boundaries between nobles and commoners became blurred, and the distinction between extraordinary people and ordinary people began to become less clear.

Clay-legged people can read and write, and craftsmen and shippers without magical talent can use "magic energy unit groups" to complete their work.

Thinking about it this way.

Wilson Ruckerman suddenly understood where his anger towards Felut came from.

He shouldn't be fussing over a little girl.

Panic and helplessness.

Felut's behavior and what he saw in front of him gave him a feeling of revering everything in the past and falling into dust.

Not just knowledge, but himself.

Where does the future go, and where should I stand?

Looking at the river flowing in front of him, the old man sighed softly.

But just when he turned to leave.

"Grandpa~"

The crisp little girl's voice sounded behind her.

Wilson turned to see a little girl with braids.

Not fancy, but very clean clothes.

There is a certain kind of vitality in a pair of smart eyes.

"Is there a problem?"

Wilson looked at the little girl in front of him and spoke softly.

"Grandpa is a very powerful scholar, isn't he?"

The girl looked up at him with some sort of sparkle on his face.

"I'm not as powerful as you think."

Smiling and looking at the six or seven-year-old girl in front of him, Wilson smiled.

Innocent children can't afford to be disgusted no matter what.

"It must be great."

The girl with shofar braids nodded her head so seriously.

"My father said that as long as I can read 500 characters, he will have the opportunity to take me to a bigger house."

"Grandpa must have recognized more than 500."

"I'm going to school tomorrow, and my father said that after I graduate, I can learn more than 500 characters."

As she spoke, the little girl seemed to be a little proud and puffed out her chest.

And Wilson Lukeman looked at the little girl in front of him, as if he was a little stunned.

It was the first time he heard that such a young child worshiped him because of his ability to recognize words.

"Then you have to study hard, knowledge is very precious."

After being silent for a while in the eyes of the little girl.

He reached out and touched the little girl's head with a kind face.

"Yeah, Dad also said that knowledge is very precious."

The girl squinted her eyes as if she was a little happy to answer.

Just then...

"Emma~"

A woman's exchange is not far away.

Hearing this voice, the little girl turned around immediately.

"Here, I'm here!!"

She was running in a direction not far away, beckoning.

……

"I'm sorry, Emma has caused you trouble."

The arriving girl's mother bowed in embarrassment.

"It's okay, Emma is cute and smart."

The old man smiled at the girl.

"Yeah, yeah~"