The Good Earth1937

Liu - Grain Merchant:
Mr. Wang, two clever sons like these are the better half of your wealth.

Wang Lung:
They're stupid, worthless creatures. If anything was driven into their thick, brass skulls it was by beating them. I told their teacher to beat them. He beat them so well that this one's going to the university.

Liu - Grain Merchant:
Indeed.

Elder Son:
If I'm not too unworthy, I hope to win a degree in agriculture.

Liu - Grain Merchant:
Degree ? Agriculture ?

Wang Lung:
That's some kind of paper that will make it rain just enough, but not too much.