Chapter 19

Name:My Fantastic Chef Wife Author:Di Qiu
"Baofeng? What's the matter with him?" Li Hongmei asked while drinking soup.

The three brothers and sisters of the Xiao family didn't know what ye Xiaoxian wanted to say, so they all stared at her.

"Isn't Baofeng eight years old now? Boys should go to a private school at this age, so I thought about letting Baofeng go to a private school first, so that the boy can be sensible and make greater achievements in the future." Ye Xiaoxian said.

As soon as she finished, everyone looked at her in surprise.

Li Hongmei reacted first. She immediately said to Ye Xiaoxian, "but I heard that going to a private school costs two liang of silver a year. Where does our family have this money?"

Xiao Baozhu also said, "yes. Besides, if Baofeng goes to a private school, I will do all the firewood cutting at home. I don't want to go up the mountain alone."

Although Xiao Baofeng was young, he was also very sensible and said, "sister-in-law, it doesn't matter if I can't go to a private school. At present, our family is poor. I... I don't want to add a burden to our family."

Xiao Baoshan was also surprised, but his surprise was not that Baofeng wanted to go to a private school, but that ye Xiaoxian had such an idea!

Although Ye Xiaoxian is the daughter-in-law of the Xiao family and grew up in the Xiao family, she is a person with a different surname after all. The women married by others either face their mother's family or just live their own small life. Few pay for their little brother-in-law to go to private schools.

Ye Xiaoxian had long known that everyone would react like this, so she put down her job, Then calmly say to everyone: "I know it costs money to go to a private school. We can earn money hard. Now don't we sell jelly? We earn one or two hundred Wen a day and three or four thousand Wen a month, which is enough for Baofeng's tuition for a year. You think, if Baofeng misses the age of going to a private school, he will be wrong all his life. Now the private school doesn't recruit girls. If we recruit, I'll send Baozhu in. ”

Ye Xiaoxian doesn't have the idea of favoring boys over girls, but now the private schools around here really don't recruit girls, only boys.

Xiao Baozhu felt a little better after listening, but she was still dissatisfied: "it doesn't matter whether I go to the private school or not, but I went up the mountain with Baofeng to cut firewood in the past two years. Now I'm the only one left..."

"Baozhu, you don't have to go up the mountain to cut firewood alone. In the future, you will follow us to sell jelly in the county. Later, I'm going to do something else to sell in the county. It also needs manpower. If we can't cut firewood, we'll buy firewood. It's cheap." Ye Xiaoxian said again.

Xiao Baozhu was satisfied.

Ye Xiaoxian looked at Li Hongmei and Xiao Baoshan again: "Mom, Baoshan, what do you think?"

In fact, Li Hongmei has long wanted to send Xiao Baofeng to a private school. She worked as a prostitute in the county earlier. She has seen the world. She knows the importance of reading, but she has no money.

Now it's rare for ye Xiaoxian to mention it. Naturally she would agree, so she nodded and said, "OK, let Baofeng go to the private school first, but... I'm afraid it's going to be hard. You earned all the money in our family."

Ye Xiaoxian said with a smile, "Mom, what do the family say? If Baofeng can read the book well, he will be more promising in the future. If he makes a living, won't he still repay our Xiao family? Besides, I don't earn the money alone. Without you, I can't open my jelly stall."

Everyone agrees that there is only xiaobaoshan left.

Xiao Baoshan had been looking at Ye Xiaoxian silently before, and he was shocked to see that ye Xiaoxian spoke with level and foresight.

I didn't expect that there would be such a woman in the corner of the mountain. She didn't look like a girl in the village, but like a girl in a big family.

"Baoshan, don't stare at the leaves. Tell me whether you agree or not." Li Hongmei kicked xiaobaoshan under the table.