"What of a scholar?" Guan Qingshu remained very calm. He had read a lot, seen a lot, and his perspective had broadened. He certainly wouldn't get angry over a trivial matter of face.
"You're a scholar, practically an official now. And yet they're not coming to curry favor with us..." Guan Qingyue was full of resentment.
"Guan Qingyue." Guan Qingshu put down his book and looked at her seriously. "What on earth are you thinking about all day?"
"I..."
"What have you done for the villagers? Why should they curry favor with you? What good does it do them?"
"You're the scholar, the only one in our village. You've brought glory to the village."
"Can glory be eaten?"
"But what does Yang Ruxin have? Why is everyone fawning over her? She..."
