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Chapter 288: Unfilial Son - Brother and Sister Are Different

Tian Dayong lowered his head and looked at his hands, clasping them together. He was a little scared. Although he was old, his mother's "beating" still frightened him.

Tian Junfu looked at Tian Dayong with a stern face and said sternly:

"You have seen my father's hard work over the years. Look at my hands, which are covered with wounds and calluses. If you don't study hard, you will have to work hard just like your father in the future. We didn't have the conditions to study back then, but now you have the conditions but you don't study hard. You can't even get into high school. What will you do in the future? Will you work with me? Can you bear the hardship?"

Tian Dayong said in a sullen voice:

"Dad, don't be angry first. I also want to study hard, but I always have trouble concentrating. I get sleepy when the teacher is talking, and I can't study at all. It's too difficult for me to study well with my personality. Only Xiaohua can study well. She probably wouldn't even hear a thief break into the house. I have to stick my head out to check when I hear crickets chirping outside. How can I study well? How can I study well when there is nothing going on?"

The child's words made the three elders laugh and cry. It did make sense, but it did make the parents feel incompetent for the child to say so confidently that he was a poor student.

Seeing the elders looking worried, Tian Dayong looked at them with a big smile on his face, like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.

Tian Junfu clenched his fists and glared at his son, while Li Ping rolled her eyes at her grandson.

Zhou Leng saw Tian Junfu's face flushed and Li Ping's face full of worry. She coughed lightly and said:

"Dayong just doesn't have the genes to study well. There's nothing we can do now. Dayong is still a minor and can't go out to work with his father. I think he should learn a skill. I saw that advertisement a few days ago. It's for beauty salons, hairdressers, chefs, and excavators. Tian Dayong, you can choose."

Zhou Leng's words silenced the other two people in the room. Only Tian Dayong, who looked indifferent, stood up, put his hands on his waist and raised his head, combing his hair back with one hand, and said loudly:

"Which school has the best excavator technology? Ah! No, if you want to learn beauty and hairdressing, go to Chuncheng Menglan."

The three elders were collectively speechless.

Actually, there is no way around it. Tian Dayong couldn't get into high school and he was a minor, so he could only go to a technical school, which was at least a way to learn a skill.

Zhou Leng didn't have the ability to turn a poor student into a top student. She herself was also a poor student. But seeing Tian Dayong's mean look, she felt that either he was itching for trouble or she was itching for trouble.

Tian Dayong watched his mother looking at him. He stopped moving stiffly, then sat down obediently and said tentatively:

"Mom, why don't I learn hairdressing? I really like it. When I learn it, I will dye my own hair first, and dye a strand of blue in the front. That will be so cool. Then I will give grandma a fashionable curly hair. My grandma is the most fashionable old lady in the village. And I will dye your gray hair from time to time. Gray hair makes people look old."

Zhou Leng suppressed the twitching of her lips, turned her head to look at the desperate mother and son, and said firmly:

"Okay, then go to a technical school and learn how to be a barber. You can open a barber shop to make a living later. It can be considered a skill. But let me be frank. If you want to learn, you must study hard and don't use the family's money to make a living. We don't support idlers in our family."

Tian Dayong stood up and tried hard to ensure.

The matter has been settled.

Tian Xiaohua is a quiet and steady person. She goes to school and comes home on time every day, studies and does homework. Her family rarely pays attention to her. After school, when her mother picks her up, she goes to the west room to study by herself.

Today was a little different. Xiaohua had just put down her book when there was a knock on the door of the west room.

Xiaohua whispered, "Come in, I haven't started studying yet."

Tian Dayong entered the room holding a bunch of things. He placed all the books, notebooks and stationery on his sister's desk and said:

"Sister, here are my books and notebooks, as well as dictionaries and other things. They are all for you. You can read the exercise books when you enter junior high school. The responsibility of bringing honor to our family falls on you. I, your brother, have been honorably discharged from school."

Tian Xiaohua is different from her brother. She is gifted and her grades are among the best even though she is studying in the town's primary school. The family does not treat the two differently because of their academic performance, so Tian Dayong is also very proud of his sister's good academic performance.

Tian Xiaohua was listening to her brother talking about dropping out of school. She asked, "What did mom and dad say? What should I do if my brother drops out of school?"

Tian Dayong boasted about his plan to study hairdressing. He couldn't help but pull his sister's ponytail and said:

"Sister, when I learn how to do it, I'll come back and give you a nice haircut. You little nerd needs a makeover too."

Tian Xiaohua did not resist, she just said softly:

"The school doesn't allow other hairstyles, and I'm still young. My brother will help me cut my hair when I grow up. My brother must learn well in the new place, so that he can change the hairstyle for mom and grandma when he comes back. But I have to learn now, otherwise I won't be able to see the windmill if I'm late."

When Tian Dayong heard what his sister said, he let go of her hand and whispered:

"Then you should study. Actually, our mom doesn't know anything. When I was in elementary school, she could check my homework, but when I was in junior high school, she couldn't understand it. You don't have to worry about mom checking, just fool around."

Tian Xiaohua looked at her brother with eyes that saw through everything and said:

"I have to study. Mom said that you can't cheat on your test scores."

Tian Dayong scratched his head awkwardly and went out.

Don't talk about trivial matters, and don't leave out important matters.

Tian Dayong's time studying hairdressing was not wasted. In the second year of his studies, he came back from vacation and started setting up a stall at the crossroads in the village. He had a chair, a wooden table, and a piece of cardboard with the words "Free haircuts for people over 60 years old" written on it in chalk.

This was a good thing as he was able to practice his skills and do good deeds at the same time. It also changed his reputation in the village as being uneducated, not able to speak human language, and getting something for nothing.

The days went by like this.

Tian Xiaohua has always been an excellent student. She was admitted to the town's junior high school with the top grade when she was promoted from primary school to junior high school.

In order to keep Tian Xiaohua, a promising student, the principal of the town's middle school brought teachers to visit the Tian family. They said that as long as Tian Xiaohua chose to take the college entrance examination in the town's middle school, the child could take the green channel, have his tuition reduced by half, and receive free one-on-one tutoring from the teacher.

When Tian Junfu heard the news from his wife over the phone, he woke up laughing in his dream in the middle of the night.

After so many years, Zhou Leng's videos have never stopped updating. Her popularity has fluctuated, but she is a down-to-earth little internet celebrity. She does not sell any products, but just keeps broadcasting her own content and occasionally accepts advertisements. Her family does not know her specific income.

Tian Junfu has been working outside and has a stable life.