An Ning borrowed Yin Xuemei's dictionary. Upon returning to the An family's home, the very first thing she said to Lin Cuihua, who had just come back from a chat, was, "I'm very smart."
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Lin Cuihua's brow furrowed. 'What is she talking about?'
But An Ning had simply made her announcement and moved on. The details of her intelligence weren't important to her. What was more important was what Miao Xiaohua had said about the coming drought.
An Ning went into An Sancheng's room. He was soaking his feet.
"You're back. How did it go?"
"I learned Pinyin. It's very useful."
An Ning sat on the kang and changed the subject.
"Dad, what will we do if it doesn't rain?"
"Huh?"
An Sancheng couldn't follow her train of thought for a moment, so An Ning asked again.
"What do we do if it doesn't rain during the planting season? And what if it rains too much? I don't know how to farm, so I want to learn."
