The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife Chapter 914 - 915: Is This Something a Mother Should Do?1

It inevitably caused a minor stir, for although Quanya County had produced many Recomnded n and Advanced Scholars over the years, not one had made it into the top three ranks.

Even the local Wangquan Academy was no exception; its previous Dean may have been a top scorer, but his ancestral ho was not in Quanya County.

In the Academy, Ye Zi’an was the first student to rank in the top three, so the teacher who had once taught Zi’an invited him to the Academy to share his examination experience, important points to take note of, and so on, with his older and younger school brothers. Naturally, the most important reason was to provide those who were performing well an opportunity to seek his guidance in their studies.

In comparison to these people, the Yang brothers were much closer to the source.

As soon as they learned that Zi’an had returned and also secured the second top position, they imdiately asked for leave from the Academy to prepare for a trip back to the village, bringing along so schoolwork they didn’t understand to consult with Zi’an.

When classmates asked them why they were going ho at this ti, since it was still a long way from the end of the month, Yang Qingtong, who was younger and more outspoken, blurted out that their brother-in-law had ranked as the second top scorer, and they were going to offer their congratulations. Instantly, many classmates turned green with envy, and a few close ones even insisted on tagging along. They wanted to see the grace of the second top scorer and also to seek advice on their studies.

Given that Zi’an was their brother-in-law, their teacher was also aware, so while granting them leave, he also assigned them a task to invite Zi’an to their Academy to give a lecture to the students.

Therefore, upon their return, they eagerly made their way here to the little building.

"Wow, Lele and Yangyang have gotten chubbier," Yang Qingtong teased his little nephews, shaking a rattle and pulling their fingers.

Having just been fed, the two little ones hadn’t slept yet. Seeing soone playing with them, their big eyes twinkled, and occasionally, they would crack a smile.

"Eating and sleeping all day long, how could they not gain weight?" Yang Chuxia was changing Lele’s diaper, while Yang Qingrui watched with amusent, "Sis, can I try it?"

"You?" Yang Chuxia looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah, let have a go."

Seeing him so eager, Yang Chuxia stepped aside, "Then you try!"

However, after several attempts without success, Lele, the little bun, started to whimper as if about to cry. Ms. Wang walked in and saw this, bursting with irritation. These children, all not so young anymore, couldn’t they do sothing useful?

"Move aside, all of you, let do it!" she snatched the cloth from Yang Qingrui’s hand, quickly wrapped up Lele properly, and picked him up to pat him back, while the little one pouted, looking sowhat aggrieved. Ms. Wang’s heart lted at the sight.

Turning to Yang Chuxia, she said, "Once Brother An starts his job, you might as well roll on with him. I’ll look after these two kids for you. Expecting you to take care of them by yourself, I’d worry you’d be neglecting my grandsons."

Thinking of how it was usually Li and the two maids, Mingcui and Ming Liu, who took care of the children—she only fed them and rarely changed their diapers. Of course, if your only job was feeding, that would be one thing, but you also seem to enjoy making them cry now and then, which is really infuriating. Is this what a mother should be doing?

"Mom, you’re promising, right?" When Yang Chuxia heard this, she was delighted. Although she would miss her little buns, the thought of being with their father seed even more appealing. All right, don’t bla her for being heartless; it was just that stead buns without soup filling weren’t as delicious.

"Yes, I said it. Off you go, both of you. The fewer tis my grandsons cry, the better." An irresponsible mother is one thing, but have you ever seen an irresponsible father who has to play the ’recognize the baby’ ga every single day? Recognizing through crying, no less.