"She definitely will be—Mianmian is the lucky star of our family. She'll lead the Old Jiang Family out of being mere peasants," Jiang Dashan said with absolute certainty.
After Jiang Changtao talked with his parents for a bit in the house, he thought of his two sons' past behavior and decided to stand up and say, "Mom and Dad, I'm going to check on those two boys and see if they're really doing their homework or, just like before, simply staring blankly with their work sprawled out, daydreaming as usual."
"Go ahead," responded Zhang Guihua, waving her hand.
Jiang Changtao tiptoed to the Third Branch, and peering through the window above the door, he saw Zhiwen and Zhiwu seriously working on their homework with pens in hand.
He stood at the doorway for a good while before returning to the main room, satisfied.
The two-day holiday flew by, and on Sunday afternoon, Zhiwen and Zhiwu, with their small backpacks on and carrying the whole family's hopes, headed back to town.
