"Tuition fee, we really can't afford it right now."
He Tiantian said with difficulty, "How about this, I've also read several books on Mongolian Studies."
"Husband, you go to the store and buy some brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, and I will transcribe three hundred thousand first, so Yanting can learn with me."
When He Tiantian spoke, Feng Zhongliang nodded vigorously, "That's good, Xiuniang, you have read and know how to start Yanting's education; let's have him learn with you for the next two years."
In this time, Feng Zhongliang planned to figure out a way to earn some money; surely they could gather enough to send Yanting to a formal private school.
This was probably the best solution the couple could think of.
However, Feng Yanting was still somewhat unsatisfied.
It wasn't that he looked down on his own mother, but rather, he just felt uneasy.
