Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland - Chapter 966

Chapter 966: Chapter 967: Xiaoxiao Started to Get Arrogant at a Young Age Chapter 966: Chapter 967: Xiaoxiao Started to Get Arrogant at a Young Age “Does Mom working to make money feel hard to you?”

Little Huzi was scared by his dad’s sudden serious demeanor, and his presence seemed to dwindle, “Very hard.”

“Knowing that it’s hard for Mom, why don’t you feel sorry for her? You just listen to whatever others say. You’re already so big, don’t you have any judgement? Can’t you tell what’s good to listen to? What should we do then?”

Little Huzi hung his head, glancing at Meng Yunhan, “Mom, I’m sorry.”

Meng Yunhan looked at Little Huzi, “Mom did make some money, but as you know, it’s very hard for me, and even harder for Dad. We’re doing all this so you can have a better future. Say sorry to Dad too. Our Little Huzi is very sensible.”

“Dad, I’m sorry.”

Yun Hao turned to Meng Yunhan, “Wife, let’s not give Little Huzi any more money. Next summer, send him over to Xiaomen’s place. Let him try and understand the hardship that goes into earning every single grain. He’s still so young, but he’s already drifting away, not even knowing how to spell ‘save’ and ‘thrift’.”

Meng Yunhan felt somewhat uncertain, “This…”

Their son was nearly six years old and hadn’t suffered much. When it came to food and clothes, she never shortchanged him.

She worked hard because she wanted to give her son a better future.

It was she, as a mother, who neglected to teach her son the importance of saving and not wasting.

“That settles it then,” Yun Hao decisively said.

Meng Yunhan looked at Little Huzi, “When the time comes to send goods that way, we’ll have someone take Little Huzi back to our hometown.”

Little Huzi didn’t even know that he would be going back next summer holiday.

“I will go back with him then,” Grandpa Zhao couldn’t bear the thought of being apart from his grandson and planned to go back with him.

Meng Yunhan looked at Grandpa Zhao, “We’ll see when the time comes; let’s head to the train station first.”

Little Huzi, with his little backpack, walked ahead with Grandpa Zhao.

“Are we really sending Little Huzi back?” Meng Yunhan began to feel reluctant.

Yun Hao, carrying a parcel and holding Meng Yunhan’s hand, did so because in recent years, such a sight had become common in Kyoto, emboldening him to boldly hold his wife’s hand as they walked down the street.

“It’s necessary. Look at him, he’s only six years old, but already knows that the factory makes a lot of money. Someone must have been whispering in his ear, and he’s taken it to heart.”

Meng Yunhan didn’t know what to argue, since Ahao made quite a valid point.

“He’s a boy, and sooner or later, he will have to take over the factory. We definitely need to teach him that making money is not easy and that he needs to save. Once he gets a bit older, I will take him to the military for training,” Yun Hao said.

I initially planned to send him into the military this summer, but my wife didn’t want to; she said he was only a little over five years old.

“But…”

Yun Hao looked ahead at Little Huzi, “There are no ‘buts.’ Wife, he is a boy. You need to bring up a boy frugally and a girl with abundance.”

Meng Yunhan hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

Seeing that his wife was swayed, Yun Hao continued, “He’s already six, not young at all. I remember when I was little, I already had to help gather pigweed and do other chores. And yet at his age, he hasn’t done anything. You tried to get him to wash his clothes in the summer, he couldn’t even get them clean. At most, he helps dad sweep the floor or feed the chickens.”

“Okay.”

Little Huzi had no idea that he had been set up by his dad to go out and do rural work.

He was also to be taken out for training, and even kept away from Meng Yunhan, to foster his independence.