The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage

So, after school, several little ones followed their Teacher to the study.

When they arrived at the study, the Teacher first took out several scrolls of calligraphy, placed them on the table, and asked Zhao Zhitong, "Young girl, tell me, what do you see when you look at this calligraphy?"

Zhao Zhitong looked at the calligraphy and then at the Teacher. She knew this one; the Teacher had told her before that it was Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. So, she said, "Teacher, this is Wang Xizhi's calligraphy."

The other little ones nodded in agreement.

The Teacher nodded. "That's right, this is Wang Xizhi's calligraphy."

Then, he patiently explained, "You see, Wang Xizhi was a master of calligraphy. He has already passed away, but he left behind many famous works of calligraphy. When we, the younger generations, see these works, we think of him and recognize him. Therefore, even though he long ago departed this world, he remains forever alive in his works, always accompanying us."

After Scholar Meng's speech, the eyes of the four little ones lit up, their mouths slightly agape, as if they had understood something.

The Teacher continued, "There are many, many people in the world like Wang Xizhi who have left their works behind for us. They have bequeathed to us beautiful melodies, exquisite paintings, and books that instruct and educate later generations. Through these works, those of us from younger generations who never met them can come to know and remember them."

At this, the little ones seemed to gain instant understanding.

Zhao Zhitong tapped her chin, pleasantly surprised. "Teacher, is Master Confucius like that too?"

The Teacher nodded with satisfaction. "That's right. None of us have ever met Master Confucius, yet through the many works he left behind, like the Analects, we remember him forever."

The other little ones also spoke up one after another.

Wei Shulan said, "I know, I know! Master Lu Ban is also such a person!"

Qiao Muchen exclaimed excitedly, "And Fu Sheng, whom Teacher deeply respects! The world will always remember Old Master Fu for protecting the 'Book,' and many paintings of Fu Sheng teaching were later created for posterity."

Zhao Yue, not wanting to be left out, added, "And Master Meng, Master Sun..."

Seeing the excitement on the children's faces, Scholar Meng stroked his beard and smiled with gratification.

When the children looked at him again, he continued, "So, children, we must learn from the leaves, from people like Wang Xizhi, and from Master Confucius. In our limited lives, we should strive to bring as many good and excellent works into this world as possible. In doing so, we can live on forever within our creations."

The little ones nodded vigorously. At that moment, it was as if they could see starlight.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhitong thought of something and asked, "Teacher, but there are also many people like our parents, who aren't calligraphers or great literary figures. What about them?"

Qiao Muchen and the others looked at Zhao Zhitong and nodded in agreement.

Zhao Yue chimed in, "Yes, Teacher! My father is just a butcher. He hasn't created any works like that. What about him?"

The Teacher chuckled and ruffled the children's small heads. "Silly children, your parents have already left the greatest work for the world—and that is you. Also, for instance, as I impart my ideas to you now, I, your Teacher, can also live forever in your hearts."

The little ones' eyes instantly lit up.

Zhao Zhitong was so overjoyed she was almost spinning on the spot. "I understand now! As long as each of us leaves a work for the world, every one of us can live forever! Like Zhao Yue's dog—even though it's gone, it left its children behind, so it never really left at all!"

Qiao Muchen nodded emphatically. "Yes, yes! Let's go to Zhao Yue's house later to visit its children!"

"Great idea! Let's go!"

The little ones had now thoroughly grasped the concept, and they were no longer afraid of 'death.'

Henceforth, they would face the various trials of growing up with even more strength, courage, and confidence.

Meanwhile, in the space, Grandpa Bai, having listened to Scholar Meng's discourse, was deeply impressed by him. Even in modern times, few people would directly provide 'death education' to children. Mr. Meng's level of understanding is very high!

Zhao Zhitong, of course, was unaware of Grandpa Bai's heartfelt approval of Scholar Meng. At that moment, she and her friends, hand in hand, had left the study. They were ready to go to Zhao Yue's house to see the puppies.

Zhao Yue had said that his dog, Da Huang, had given birth to five puppies. But now that Da Huang was gone, his father was planning to give the little puppies away.

Fortunately, the puppies were already over a month old and could be adopted.

Zhao Zhitong and her friends gathered around the puppies' nest, looking at the five adorable little pups. They were huddled together, seemingly sensing their mother's absence.

Suddenly thinking of something, Zhao Zhitong looked up at Butcher Zhao and asked, "Uncle, have all your little puppies been spoken for?"

Butcher Zhao thought for a moment. "Not yet, but the Village Chief's house wants one."

Zhao Zhitong's eyes sparkled. "Uncle, can I have one? I really like them."

Butcher Zhao laughed heartily. "Of course, you can. Pick one and take it home."

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Zhao Zhitong was so excited she almost jumped up. She looked again at the puppies in their nest; after watching them for a moment, she felt they were all so lovely that she wanted every one of them.

So, she asked Zhao Cheng for his opinion, "Big Brother, which one should we take?"

Zhao Cheng squatted beside her, looking at the puppies in the nest. "They're all very cute. Which one do you want, Little Sister?"

At this point, Wei Shulan and Qiao Muchen had also squeezed in, wanting to help Zhao Zhitong choose a puppy.

Zhao Zhitong looked at each of the five puppies one by one. Finally, she picked up the thinnest little white dog; it was the smallest of the five.

When Zhao Zhitong picked it up, it suddenly opened its eyes. They were round as black grapes, glistening as they looked at her. Then, it stuck out its tongue and licked Zhao Zhitong's small hand.

The soft, ticklish sensation felt as if it gently scratched at her heart, instantly captivating Zhao Zhitong. She exclaimed, "I want this one!"

Zhao Yue glanced over and quickly reminded her, "Zhao Zhitong, are you sure? This one is the weakest of the five. It definitely won't be easy to raise. Why don't you choose another one?"

Zhao Zhitong shook her head firmly, refusing.

"No, I want this one!"

Then, she cradled it in her arms like a treasure.

Seeing Zhao Zhitong adopt a puppy, Qiao Muchen was also tempted and ended up adopting one too—a little all-black dog.

As the sky gradually darkened, the little ones reluctantly dispersed, each heading back to their own homes.

When Zhao Zhitong returned home carrying the little puppy, Zhao Dong and Sun Mei were quite surprised, but neither of them objected.

In the countryside, keeping a dog was relatively convenient.

After showing the puppy to her parents, Zhao Zhitong, together with Zhao Cheng and Er Ya, went to build a kennel for the little pup.

Watching the three children, Zhao Dong smiled. "Looks like our new home will need a kennel. Let's put it in the backyard too."

While helping build the kennel, though in reality, she was mostly playing with the puppy, Zhao Zhitong suddenly thought, There's no dog food in this world. How am I going to feed the puppy?