The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage

As they counted, they talked about their ability to count to a hundred, and then thought about Sun Kang's teaching session earlier.

Sun Daqing quietly said to his little cousin, "Little cousin, I still like it best when you teach us how to recognize characters. When Grandpa teaches me, I can't remember anything at all."

"Mm-hmm, me too," another cousin agreed.

"Mm-hmm, I can't remember either," chimed in a third.

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The other young male and female cousins present all heard this and nodded in agreement, saying that Grandpa wasn't a good teacher and they couldn't learn from him; their little cousin was the best at teaching.

Zhao Zhitong listened and then disagreed. "It must be your fault. When you first started learning characters with Grandfather, weren't you perhaps feeling resistant or unhappy about it?"

At this, her young male cousins were startled. They thought back, and it was indeed the case.

Previously, when learning with their little cousin, they felt like they were just playing games. The entire learning process was very relaxed, so they found they could remember things quickly.

Conversely, when Grandpa said he would teach them characters or check their homework, they would instinctively resist. They would feel unhappy and even reluctant to learn characters with him.

Realizing this, Sun Daqing exclaimed, "You're right! The moment I think about Grandpa teaching me characters, I just want to hide."

Sun Daji also nodded. "Mm-hmm, me too. I'm afraid of Grandpa."

Zhao Zhitong's little face turned serious. "That's exactly it!" she said. "If you approach learning with a resistant mindset from the start, your mind essentially refuses to recognize the character. Naturally, you won't learn it well. You can't be like that. No matter who you're learning from, you need to genuinely want to learn and enjoy the process."

Seeing that her young cousins still didn't quite understand, Zhao Zhitong offered an example. "It's like this: imagine you wanted to be friends with me, but you approached me with an attitude of not wanting to get to know me, or even resisting me. I definitely wouldn't be happy about that. I certainly wouldn't open up to you or want to be your friend then, would I?"

Although Grandpa Bai in the space thought the little one's example wasn't entirely apt, the young cousins actually understood.

So, they all declared that they would no longer approach learning characters with a resistant attitude.

As the money was distributed, Zhao Zhitong remembered the important matter and ran off to find her Younger Uncle.

"Younger Uncle~"

Zhao Zhitong ran over with a bright smile, calling out sweetly, "Younger Uncle, have some candy. It's really delicious!"

As she spoke, she handed a piece of candy to Sun Youcai.

Sun Youcai looked at her suspiciously, then picked her up and placed her on his lap. "Trying to butter me up for no reason?" he asked. "Out with it. Did you do something mischievous that you're suddenly such a suck-up?"

Zhao Zhitong pouted, her little face indignant. "Younger Uncle is the suck-up! Tongtong just loves her Younger Uncle, hmph."

Sun Youcai burst out laughing. "Alright, alright. You're not a suck-up, not at all."

With that, he popped the candy Zhao Zhitong was holding into his mouth.

Then, Zhao Zhitong's eyes darted around, and she asked in her sweet, childish voice, "Younger Uncle, is it sweet?"

Sun Youcai replied, "Of course, it's sweet. Would it be candy if it wasn't?"

Zhao Zhitong grinned, revealing a small sharp tooth. "Well then, Younger Uncle, can I tell you something?"

Sun Youcai paused. Suddenly, the candy in his mouth didn't seem so sweet anymore. "I knew it, you little rascal," he said. "You only remember your Younger Uncle when you want something."

But Zhao Zhitong just giggled, a mysterious glint in her eyes. "Don't worry, Younger Uncle, it's fantastic news!"

Sun Youcai was skeptical. "Go on, let me hear it. What kind of fantastic news?"

Zhao Zhitong immediately sat up straight and said earnestly, "Younger Uncle, let's reclaim some land!"

COUGH! COUGH!

At her words, Sun Youcai almost choked on his own saliva. He reached out and pinched Zhao Zhitong's cheek. "I knew it!" he said. "If it were actually something good, you wouldn't bother thinking of your Younger Uncle. Don't even consider it; reclaiming land is no game."

Seeing her Younger Uncle disagree, Zhao Zhitong jumped off Sun Youcai's lap, grabbed his arm, and started to act cute. "Younger Uncle, please agree! Really, I wouldn't lie to you. We can make a lot of money by reclaiming land!"

As she spoke, she gazed at Sun Youcai with wide, sincere eyes.

Ordinarily, Sun Youcai might have been swayed by her, but this was about reclaiming land—it was no laughing matter.

Zhao Zhitong didn't give up. She started trying all sorts of cute tactics, massaging his shoulders and thumping his back. "Younger Uncle, really, please just say yes."

Although Sun Youcai had no intention of agreeing to this unreasonable request, he was thoroughly enjoying the young girl's wheedling. So, he put on a stern face to hide his smile. "Alright," he said, "first tell me, why this sudden urge to reclaim land?"

Zhao Zhitong, as if seeing a glimmer of hope, massaged his shoulders even more diligently. "Younger Uncle, let me tell you! I went to the county town with Daddy today, and guess what I saw?"

Sun Youcai suppressed a laugh. "What did you see?"

Zhao Zhitong said excitedly, "I saw someone selling peonies!"

Sun Youcai nodded. People in the Great Zhou Dynasty revered peonies. The royal family and nobility, in particular, cherished them. Consequently, commoners would emulate this trend, and some affluent households would display peonies in their courtyards as a mark of refinement.

So, it wasn't strange to see peonies for sale in the county town. He nodded and said, "And then?"

Zhao Zhitong darted from behind him to stand in front, saying excitedly, "Those peonies are so valuable! I saw a rich man buy one pot of peonies for one hundred taels of silver!"

Hearing this, Sun Youcai's eyes widened slightly, and he gestured with them.

Zhao Zhitong understood immediately. She quickly moved behind Sun Youcai again and resumed thumping his back. "Younger Uncle, this is a huge business opportunity!"

Grandpa Bai had taught her the term 'business opportunity.' Seeing her Younger Uncle's confusion, she explained, "It means a chance to get rich!"

Sun Youcai was puzzled. "What kind of fortune can we make? Don't tell me we're going to sell peonies? And what does that have to do with you wanting to reclaim land?"

Zhao Zhitong said, "Younger Uncle, don't be silly! We can grow peonies and then sell them to rich people. Won't that make a lot of money? Even the cheapest peony sells for five taels of silver. Think about it! If we grow a hundred plants, even if they're not the best quality, we could make at least five hundred taels of silver!"

Zhao Zhitong chattered on, laying out the calculations for Sun Youcai, and he was almost swayed.

But he quickly came to his senses. "Hey, don't try to pull a fast one on me," he said. "First off, even if we grow peonies, can we actually sell them? Besides, no one in our family is a proper flower grower. None of us know how to cultivate them. If they all die, we'll just lose money. No, definitely not."

Sun Youcai shook his head repeatedly, refusing.

Zhao Zhitong persisted, "Younger Uncle! You can't refuse to try just because you're scared! Risk and reward go hand in hand. The greater the potential profit, the greater the risk you have to take. If you don't dare to take risks, you'll never get rich in your life, and you'll never succeed in business!"