Upon hearing his mother's words, Yue Jiandong was at a loss for words for a moment.
Actually, he had heard Zhang Ying talk about it as well.
Qingqing was incredibly smart, praised by all three teachers in the village.
The teacher surnamed Sun even tactfully mentioned that it would be a pity for a promising child like Yue Qingqing to be buried in the village.
While children her age were still learning numbers, Qingqing could already carry out addition and subtraction within three digits.
Her progress in recognizing Chinese characters was even faster. She could understand the poetry collections Yue Jiandong brought back from the city and even recite them from memory without missing a single word.
But no matter how intelligent Qingqing was, the progress among the village children was uneven, and the teachers could only teach half a class at a time.
Whenever Yue Jiandong was free, he often went to pick up his daughter from school.