The rice seeds were precisely optimized by Shuzhen on purpose, and the community members treated them like treasures, pouring worm castings into the fields as if they were free. A thriving growth was inevitable. Even the corn and soybeans, ridiculed by old members in secret as pure nonsense, not reliable at all, were intercropped with corn, potatoes, and cabbage three times a year, now growing vibrant and lush. Planting a few rows of soybeans followed by a couple of rows of corn didn’t result in the anticipated mess; the soybean pods were densely packed, and the corn stalks mostly bore two ears at the top, both quite long, thick, and big, promising a good harvest. The early corn and early potatoes, planted at the beginning, will mature and be ready for harvest in ten days, allowing for another crop of cabbage or radish after tilling the soil, without any delay. It’s practically a slap in the face to those old stubborn folks who claim that three crops a year in the Northeast is nonsense. Of course, the crops haven’t been harvested yet, and the exact yield hasn’t been calculated, so saying anything else would be nonsense. But every member of the village believes that once the rice in the paddies is harvested, and when the corn, soybeans, and potatoes in the fields are stored and the specific yield is out. Lianshan and Shuzhen, these two treasures of the production team at the Liu family village, will be renowned throughout Northeast, and even the entire Republic. Just thinking about such great and powerful experts, living simply like ordinary farmers without seeking fame and fortune in their Liu family village, fills the villagers with pride, respect, and gratitude, an unspeakable admiration. Naturally, they want to treat Shuzhen and her husband a bit better, better than before, respecting them in all sorts of ways. Concerned they might feel slighted even slightly, this pair, seen as deity-like, might grow tired of the land of Liu family village, pack up and move away, heading elsewhere to shine brightly. After all, with such superb techniques for optimizing and improving seeds, any idea they casually toss about in farming is far more brilliant than the skills of old farmers working year-round in this rugged soil. If they walk into any village, who wouldn’t want to treat them to good food, drink, and reception? With this awareness of crisis, Shuzhen’s family’s already privileged status in the village became even more revered. Not only were they respected wherever they went, but even Little Lian’en and the twins became objects of everyone’s praise. In his past life, he was often called a mongrel, getting stones thrown at him or spat on by naughty kids. Only when Lian Yue angrily sought restitution from each house, expressing he wouldn’t stop until the trouble-making kids were beaten to tears, did the crowds lessen. In this life, well, families with mischievous children disciplined them in advance, strictly warning them not to provoke Little Lian En, Lian Chen, or Xinzhi. Even with Wu Liguo’s past rigorous teachings, this life’s Little Lian’en was never any easy target to bully! Moreover, he’s fiercely protective; perhaps saying a couple of words to him might be fine, but mention his parents or provoke his siblings, and he’d surely erupt with little universe to fight until the person admits their mistake. However, all that prestige, that’s for later. Currently, Little Lian’en was pitifully looking at his parents, discussing wanting to go to school to learn skills, hoping to honor his parents in the future. He watched as Brother Lian Jie, Brother Jianguo, Brother Jiandang, Brother Ning An, and Sister Jiajia all carried school bags to school. Wearing new clothes and a red scarf, they walked with style, looking very impressive. Yet, despite practicing literacy and reading at home, his writing and reading skills were not fewer than those of Sister Jiajia or Brother Ning An, so why couldn’t he go to school just because he’s young? He’s not satisfied, he wants to protest! In an environment with a strict mother and a kind father since a young age, compared to acting childish with his mother, Lian En was more proficient in persuading his father. Tugging Lianshan’s shirt hem with eager eyes, his soft voice filled with pleading: "Dad, Dad, my good daddy. Please agree with your eldest son, let me go to school too! Otherwise, every family has a glorious little student, but ours doesn’t, how embarrassing it is for you and mom!" "Sister Jiajia said the tuition isn’t expensive, just let me go!" Being implied by his son as a parent unwilling to pay school fees, Lianshan twitched: "It’s not about tuition fees, it’s just that you’re too young right now. Only four years and three months old, even if you went to school, you wouldn’t be a glorious primary school student, you’d attend a kindergarten prep class. But when I asked you before, you said those kindergarten kids were too naive. You didn’t have the patience to humor other people’s children?" Frowning and thinking for a while, Lian En responded: "I can go elementary school, be in the same grade as Sister Jiajia and Brother Ning An, start first grade next term." Yes, that’s exactly it. Going to first grade next term, just like how Sister Jiajia and Brother Ning An were boasting. Lianshan headache: "Your Sister Jiajia and Brother Ning An are seven years old, but you..." "But Dad said before that determination is not in age!" Therefore, age is not a problem. Failing to persuade but being convinced by his four-year-old son, Lianshan feels disappointed in his own determination and intelligence. But once promised, action must be taken—to not easily promise even to children, once promised, it must be fulfilled, was always a steadfast educational principle he and Shuzhen followed. If he impulsively promised his son they’d try, then he must follow through, acting as an advocate for the little rascal in front of his mom. "Others say pampered mothers ruin children, our family, on the contrary, offered a four-year-old Little Douding to school, does that seem feasible?" Shuzhen sneered, looking with disdain at her husband, again bewildered by their son’s sweet talk. "It’s not completely impractical, right?" Lianshan scratched his head: "At least, according to the boy himself, he can write, do math, and take care of himself. Except for being a bit young, in other aspects, he’s even stronger than Jiajia and Little Ning An. I advised him that since we’re too young, schooling could wait. Guess what my clever boy said?" "Cao Chong was able to weigh an elephant at seven years old, Gan Luo became prime minister at twelve, I’m already four, Dad, I’m not exactly young!" Shuzhen recited expressionlessly. Lianshan scratched his head awkwardly: "Haha, you know that already?" Haha, you’ve praised this like eight hundred times, it’s hard for me to forget! Shuzhen rolled her eyes, with some irritation told the attentive "honoring promises" dad: "Tell him if he wants to go to school, it’s fine, as long as the teachers are willing to take him!"