"Why wouldn't I know? Look at Jiang Yongkang. Although he's dressed decently, is energetic, and speaks politely, you can tell at a glance that he hasn't studied."
Dong Xiulan was puzzled. "You don't seem to like Jiang Yongkang. Didn't he help bring you back earlier?"
Zeng Hu stood up and walked out. "What's there not to like? He's from town, and I'm just a farmer. It should be he who doesn't like me. I just feel uncomfortable talking to him."
He thought about it and didn't know how to express it. "He likes to talk word by word. He starts quoting ancient books after two sentences. I get a headache and can't chat with him."
"Then you're finished. Yundong's father has studied, so there's a lot of ink in his stomach. He must know more words. When he comes to visit us later, you won't be able to entertain him."
Zeng Hu shook his head. "This is different."