Those years when I was cannon fodder

Chapter 8

THE RICH FATHER CHU 

Chu Yu's little life was quite fulfilling.

In the morning, she followed Mrs. Mo in the study to learn to read and write, and in the afternoon she completed her homework.

  Mrs. Mo assigned five big words everyday, and then she was free to spend the rest of the time however she wanted.

  She put her attention to the many flowers and plants in Qinglan Court. And she found quite a few plants with medicinal value.

 There were some that she recognized, and some that she did not.

But relying on her intuition, Chu Yu offhandedly tagged them, and also specially reminded the only maid in Qinglan Court - Qingyu, to not get rid of the plants she marked as weeds. Although Qingyu did not quite understand why, she agreed.

The only thing that was rather unfortunate was that her golden finger of taste was probably ravaged too hard and was not online yet.

  Or maybe in this different world, it will never come online again.

  Chu Yu, who was frustrated for a while, quickly collected herself. After all, In her previous life, she had bagged so many achievements and it wasn't just because of her golden finger.

  ......

  Time went by slowly, two months had passed, and the common words Chu Yu knew reached three hundred.

  Her handwriting no longer looks like a muddled mess. One can roughly infer the shape of the characters.

  It should be mentioned here that it took two months to know three hundred common characters, not because Chu Yu intended to hide using her clumsiness, but because this world's writing was too complex.

  Many times more complex than traditional Chinese characters.

  It was more like the oracle bone script written by the uncivilized primitive people.. it is possible to guess the meaning from looking at the glyphs.

  But that degree of complexity can drive people to vomit blood.

  Chu Yu once pretending to be naive asked Mrs. Mo, if reading and practicing words are so difficult, shouldn't only a few people be able to recognize them?

  Mrs. Mo smiled a little mysteriously, "Common people have different words, which is naturally not so complicated."

  She casually used a brush to write Chu Yu's name on a paper.

  The script looked very close to the modern simplified characters in Chu Yu's previous life.

  At that time, she was shocked, "Why didn't you, Mrs. Mo, teach me this?"

  Mrs. Mo said, "Those are very simple characters, there is no need to specially teach them. If you want to learn them, just flip through some books yourself, you will know, the characters that I am teaching are different."

  "What is the difference. Since the characters are simpler, isn't it more convenient to use this?"

  In Chu Yu's perception, words are just a tool for communication. What other special meaning could it have?

  Mrs. Mo laughed but did not elaborate, as if afraid of being pestered by her further, she finally only said, "If not, why would the city lord pay 300 taels of gold a month just to teach Third Miss?"

  Chu Yu's face was as steady as an old dog showing her incomprehension, but her heart was very shocked. Three hundred gold, is this gold the gold she knows?