Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland - Chapter 1037
Chapter 1037: Chapter 1038: A Few More Times Would Be Good Chapter 1037: Chapter 1038: A Few More Times Would Be Good Then Yun Hao turned and left.
Little Apple still had some doubts, “Is it over just like that?”
“Brother Huzi, Uncle Yun didn’t punish you.”
Little Shitou thought about it, happy that his brother hadn’t been beaten or anything.
The three children walked home hand in hand to their family courtyard.
In the evening, when Yun Hao brought Little Huzi back, Grandpa Zhao and Meng Yunhan saw the bruises on Little Huzi’s face,
“What happened?”
Meng Yunhan could tell just by looking that he had been in a fight.
She looked to the head of the family, her eyes asking what had actually happened.
“Grandpa, Mom, I’m fine; I’m just hungry.”
Grandpa Zhao hurried off to cook.
Meng Yunhan glanced at Little Huzi, who obediently went to his own room. Yes, Little Huzi had his own room now, which Meng Yunhan had arranged to be very comfortable.
She had made him a desk, a bookshelf, and a reading lamp, as well as a wardrobe, and there were even a few pots of flowers outside the window.
“Who did you fight with?”
She heard a hint of distress in her daughter-in-law’s tone.
“Daughter-in-law, Little Huzi is a boy. He can’t be gentle and delicate like a girl; he needs to learn how to grow.”
How could Meng Yunhan not understand this truth, but seeing her son’s face so clearly bruised was distressing.
“It’ll get better after a few more times.”
During dinner, Little Huzi felt his mother’s burning gaze on him and comforted her, “Mom, I’m fine; you don’t need to worry about me.” Hearing these words, it didn’t sound like something a seven-year-old child would say.
After getting hit this time, Little Huzi studied military boxing even harder, often sparring with Xiaowei. Both boys frequently had bruises on their faces; Meng Yunhan went from initially being heartbroken to eventually getting used to it.
But Little Huzi didn’t neglect his calligraphy practice and even studied textbooks for the third grade.
Dad was having him skip a grade.
Little Huzi was simultaneously looking at second-grade textbooks and third-grade ones, practicing boxing, and practicing calligraphy, his days were fully scheduled, fostering in Little Huzi a disciplined approach to time management.
New Year’s was quickly approaching.
During the winter break, Little Huzi was not idle, planning his time each day.
Early in the morning, he would follow Yun Hao to the military base, participating in their training. It wasn’t long before the whole base knew that Commander Yun had a son who was training with Yun’s regiment, a boy of such a young age, yet so enduring.
“Commander, Little Huzi is still young,” Lu Jianjun finally changed his mode of address. He used to call him the company commander, but since Yun Hao had become a regiment commander, he immediately started calling him commander, never once making a mistake.
“He needs to train from a young age, and besides, it’s his own decision.”
Lu Jianjun was surprised, it was Little Huzi’s own decision?
Thinking of his own daughter, over a year old, who curled her eyes smilingly, calling him daddy whenever he got home, he cherished her dearly. Then he looked at the Commander’s son, wondering why the Commander was so strict with his own child?
Apart from practicing calligraphy with Teacher Zhang, Little Huzi unflinchingly accompanied Yun Hao to the military base at other times. The father and son would head to the base early in the morning, bundled up in military coats.
Over in Qingzhao Village.
Yun’s father and mother knew that Yun Hao and Meng Yunhan’s family would not return for New Year’s, yet Meng Yunhan, as always, mailed the alimony she owed. This time, she didn’t mail extra or any clothes, just money.
Over at Yun Men’s, they did receive a parcel from Meng Yunhan, with clothes mailed back for the three children.
“You all are growing up; you mustn’t forget your little auntie. Look, she’s sent you new clothes again. Having one new set of clothes a year is good enough, but your little auntie sends you two sets a year.”
