Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 303: What Cannot Be Forced

"Not sure what you’re talking about, I’ll ask Grandpa Zhang when I get back."

"Okay."

Zhang Xin was filled with anticipation for Wen Shi and He Yunsong attending class together. Her Old He wasn’t keen on studying, so having Wen Shi as a competitor buddy was a good thing for him.

However, her anticipation was useless; He Yunsong wasn’t looking forward to it.

Upon learning that his wife wanted him to attend class with Wen Shi, He Yunsong wished he could kneel before her.

"Wife, could you spare me?"

Zhang Xin was puzzled, "What’s so serious?"

"I don’t want to attend class with Wen Shi."

"...Reason?"

"He’s not human."

The ’inhuman’ Wen Shi was also talking to Yi Chichi, "I can do anything, except attend class with Old He."

Yi Chichi’s mouth twitched slightly, wondering what Old He did to bring about such resistance from Wen Shi for attending class together.

Upon asking, she realized the two had different thought processes.

"I let him self-study, but he’s unwilling."

"When I explain a problem to him, he responds like that nitpicker you mentioned, relentlessly arguing."

"I give him practice problems after he’s solved similar ones minutes before, yet he can’t do them again..."

The more Wen Shi talked, the more frustrated he became; his body began to tremble.

Yi Chichi couldn’t tell if it was anger or something else.

It seemed like he was about to fall apart, so she quickly embraced him to comfort him, "Okay, okay, we won’t attend class with that hopeless Old He."

"He really..."

Taking a deep breath, Wen Shi buried his head in her arms, wrapping his strong arms around her waist as he grumbled softly, "He’s not suited for studying; should work tech jobs instead."

This complaint was indeed sharp.

At this moment, Yi Chichi finally understood why Mr. Zhang would feel like beating Old He to death while teaching him.

No teacher could withstand it; the end result might be a short life.

Wen Shi wore a smile, yet pretended to ask her, "Hey, wife, will you think that I don’t love my bros?"

"No."

Old He is really a brother who can’t be helped; better not make it hard for anyone.

Otherwise, both would be miserable.

"Focus on your career. When you’re successful, lend him a hand; better than forcing him to study."

There’s truth to those words.

Wen Shi agreed, with a tone of approval, "Let’s go with what you said."

"And I feel Old He wouldn’t want to study with me either."

"He..."

Thinking back on Zhang Xin’s attitude about Old He’s studying, Yi Chichi hesitated, "Maybe he doesn’t have much say."

In other words: As long as Zhang Xin insisted, Old He would agree even if he disagreed.

However, Wen Shi knew He Yunsong better than both her and Zhang Xin, laughing as he said, "Rest assured, what Old He decides, even Comrade Xiao Zhang can’t interfere."

"Why?"

"He would threaten to die."

This was rather intense.

Yi Chichi held doubts about this. Later, around eight o’clock, Zhang Xin came angrily to vent about He Yunsong, "Chichi, I think my Old He’s gone crazy."

"I’m not crazy!"

Squatting in the courtyard with Wen Shi, pouring out his troubles, He Yunsong turned his head and shouted, "I just want to live a few more days, is there something wrong with that?"

"Nothing wrong."

From next door, Lin Qiu Ping responded without waiting for others to react, confused, "But Old He, what happened that makes you want to live a few more days?"

"My wife wants me to attend class with Old Wen."

Talking about this, He Yunsong felt tremendously aggrieved, "How is this different from forcing me to die? Wen Shi is incredibly strong, and I can’t beat him."

Zhang Xin burst into laughter, turning to ask Wen Shi, "Did you beat up my Old He over studying?"

Wen Shi made a sound of acknowledgment, "Often beat him; who told him not to be dependable."

He Yunsong sighed, indeed, he just wasn’t born with the knack for studying.

Roots, basic derivative formulas... as if, he couldn’t remember them at all.

Math isn’t knowledge that a stupid mortal like him can handle.

"ε=(´ο｀*))) sigh."

Zhang Xin let out a sigh, completely losing hope over He Yunsong’s studies.

She prepared to go home and convince Grandpa to give up on turning Old He into a polymath.

He just didn’t have the talent; pursuing it was impossible.

He Yunsong didn’t know his wife’s thoughts. He took a deep breath, his expression becoming serious, "I feel like a typhoon is coming."

Hmm?

His words shocked everyone.

But after the shock came certainty.

Lin Qiu Ping didn’t stay in his courtyard, directly passing through the hibiscus flowers, "Can you sense when it’ll come?"

"That’s not possible..."

He shook his head, "But I’m confident it’ll be in the next few days."

The wind direction was off, and the humidity wasn’t right either.

Additionally, his left shoulder started feeling uncomfortable.

He squeezed his left shoulder, saying, "You know, my left shoulder only feels discomfort under special weather conditions."

"Even if it’s not a typhoon, it’ll be strong winds and rain."

Qi Zhiyuan, who had unknowingly joined, remembered last year’s typhoon damage and the hardships faced by locals, furrowing his brow as he said, "We need to prepare in advance."

"Preparation is indeed necessary."

Wen Shi agreed, "Report it to the leaders. Sometimes Old He’s words should be heeded."

Knowing He Yunsong for so many years, he knew too well how sensitive he was to weather changes.

If he said it would rain, within hours it definitely would rain.

"Let’s go find the leaders together."

Everyone present was decisive, having made up their minds, they went to implement it immediately.

Then, the men went to handle business, while Zhang Xin and the others returned home.

Seeing this, Yi Chichi closed the door, washed up, and originally planned to sleep. Not knowing when Wen Shi would come back, she felt unsettled. So she set up her embroidery rack to wait for him.

Unexpectedly, this wait lasted until the early morning, nearly finishing a piece of embroidery thread when he returned.

The smell of the sea clung to him as Yi Chichi sniffed, puzzled, "Did you go to the seaside?"

"Went to Luo Family Village to confirm with the old village chief whether a typhoon is coming."

Yi Chichi responded "oh", showing concern, "Is it confirmed?"

"Confirmed, the old village chief said it’ll come even sooner than Old He said, within the next day or two."

His expression showed concern, which Yi Chichi understood. In later times, even with advanced technology, humans had no effective ways to prevent typhoons.

The most they could do was anticipate to minimize casualties and losses thoroughly.

In the current era, meteorology was underdeveloped, and weather forecasts couldn’t reach every home. Besides, televisions were expensive and rare.

Radios were also costly items, beyond the reach of most families.

Farmers and fishermen relied entirely on the weather sensitivity of old farmers and old fishermen.

This added difficulty to Wen Shi’s prevention and disaster relief efforts.

"Wife, if the typhoon comes, I’ll probably be unable to return home for several days."

"I understand, focus on your work, take care of yourself, and I’ll look after myself."