I Don’t Want To Fight Anymore After Wearing An Outer Room

  Chapter 95 The kid thinks his father is not smart

  Wen Jiuxiao realized for the first time what it meant to be out of breath and wanted to get angry. He has lost his temper with the slaves in the mansion and his subordinates in the yamen, but he has not lost his temper with a woman, especially this woman is Yu Zhi.

  He felt like he was choking on his chest, unable to get up or down.

  As soon as Wen Jiuxiao looked up, he saw the little boy lying on the door looking at him, his clear eyes were full of curiosity.

  Wen Jiuxiao was taken aback for a moment, and waved to the boy. The little brat ran over briskly, his eyes still sizing him up.

  Wen Jiuxiao doesn't know how to get along with a child, especially if this child is his son. The little boy has a rosy face, with baby fat, and his exposed arms are like lotus joints, much fatter than the niece carefully fed by the wife in the house.

  Even Wen Jiuxiao, but he has to admit that the child was raised very well by that woman. For a while, the mood became more complicated.

  Yu Zhi didn't go far, sitting on the recliner next to the greenhouse and thinking about life. After a while, the little boy ran over, half lying on her body, and whispered mysteriously: "Mother, this father doesn't look very smart."

  Yu Zhi raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you call him Uncle before?" Could it be Dad again?

  The little brat was plausible, "That's in front of outsiders, he doesn't look very smart, I haven't admitted it yet."

  Yu Zhi thought to himself: Do you need to admit it? You don't admit that he is also your father.

  Thinking of what he said, I couldn't help but wonder, "Why isn't he smart?" The fifteen-year-old Zhuangyuan Lang, this is already a genius, okay? How come the kid is not smart anymore?

  The boy said: "Just now I asked him 'what is the bench for sitting on?' He said it was made of wood. Of course the bench is for people to sit on. How could it be made of wood?"

  Yu Zhi supported his forehead, just now the little boy came up to his father and muttered, was that what he was talking about?

   "Zi'er, it's not that he's not smart, it's what mother taught you that he can't." Yu Zhi tried to communicate with the little boy.

   "Mother knows, son knows, he can't, he's still not smart!" The boy felt that what mother said was wrong.

  Yu Zhi—

   It seems that there is nothing wrong with this!

Yu Zhi thought for a while, and said: "The ruler is short, and the inch is long. Everyone has their own good and bad things. What you asked just now may not be good at him, maybe he is very smart in other areas. "

  The little brat was thoughtful, and then da da da ran over again.

  Wen Jiuxiao no longer sat on the small bench, it was really uncomfortable. He stood in front of the vine wall and pretended to appreciate it, but in fact his attention was all on the mother and son.

  Hearing the boy say that he was not smart in a disgusted tone, Wen Jiuxiao almost felt that he was hallucinating. The most compliment he heard since he was a child was smart. Does this little brat have eyesight?

   Wen Jiuxiao was too tall, so the boy had no choice but to tug on his clothes. Wen Jiuxiao looked down at him, and the brat tugged him again. Wen Jiuxiao didn't understand, so he just said something, why did he keep pulling him?

  The little boy also showed disappointment on his face, "Squat down, you are too tall, I looked up and saw your neck hurt." Mother also said that he is smart in other places, does this look smart?

  Wen Jiuxiao squatted down, and heard the little boy ask him: "Can you fly with a sword?"

   "What is Royal Sword Flight?" Wen Jiuxiao asked back.

"It's people stepping on the sword and flying, whoosh, flew to the roof; whoosh, flew to the top of the tree; whoosh, flew to the sky. Flying can be high or fast. Wherever you want to go, you don't need to take a carriage, you can fly with the sword It's over." The little brat gestured with his chubby hands, and there was sound effect in his mouth.

   What is this all about? Wen Jiuxiao couldn't quite understand his words, "Only birds can fly, how can people fly?"

"No." The little brat retorted loudly, "People can fly, but Yujian can fly. My mother can, and sword repairers can. Do you know what a sword repairer is? A monk who practices swords is called a sword repairer. Xiu can leapfrog challenges, which is amazing. It’s all in the scriptures, why don’t you know anything?”

   ran back to Yu Zhi with a look of disgust, "Mother, he can't even fly with a sword, this father is not good at it, don't you want it?"

  Yu Zhi covered his face when the little boy said that Yu Jian was flying, boy, you are the one who is weak, you are talking about you!

  The society is dead! Can you pretend I don't exist?

   Of course not!

  Wen Jiuxiao walked over directly, looking at Yu Zhi with condemnation.

  This woman just reads the storybook by herself, and she takes her son to read it together. Yu Xizhou—this name made his knee hurt again, so he had to change it to Wen Xizhou.

  The boy is a male, and he is going to study for the imperial examination. How can he read these messy scripts? Will change the temperament.

  Wen Jiuxiao hadn't opened his mouth yet, when he heard the little brat's words "No more", he almost held his breath. He glared at the brat, he had long felt that the brat was too lively and not stable at all, he had to be taught a lesson.

   "You just teach him these things?" Wen Jiuxiao accused.

   "I didn't teach him, he read it by himself." Yu Zhi still covered his face with his hand.

  Wen Jiuxiao let out a snort, obviously not believing, can such a young child read a script? This woman also found a decent reason to shirk her responsibility.

   "Really, he can read, he can read it by himself, and I can draw a picture book—" Yu Zhi covered his mouth, and it was over, and he slipped.

  Wen Jiuxiao looked "as expected", "He glanced at the woman on the recliner who turned her head to wear quail, and her eyes fell on the little boy.

  The little boy was not afraid at all, and looked at him with clear eyes. Wen Jiuxiao was thoughtful, and said, "It's time for him to be enlightened."

   "Enlightenment?" Is that what she understood? Yu Zhi sat up abruptly, "He's only four years old?"

  Yu Zhi stretched out four fingers and dangled in front of Wen Jiuxiao's eyes. You send a four-year-old child to school, isn't it too frenzied?

   "Four years old is not young, and I have already started to learn at the age of three."

"No, you are you, he is him! How can he be the same as you? The brat must have a happy childhood." Yu Zhi objected loudly, "I don't want him to grow up and recall the things he did when he was a child. , Reading, endless books.

"The book is just sitting there, and I can't run away. Why can't I study two years later? Besides, it's not like we haven't learned a thing. You're smart. You can memorize 'three hundred thousand' .”

   "Okay!" The little boy listened to his mother, and recited from "Three Character Classic" to "Thousand Character Classic" in one go

Yu Zhi proudly said, "How about it, I am smart, right? Even if we are two years late, we can catch up with others. Have you ever heard the saying 'A happy childhood heals a lifetime, but an unfortunate childhood takes a lifetime to heal '? Anyway, my son must have a happy childhood."

   She is unyielding in this matter.

  Wen Jiuxiao looked at the woman who loudly defended the little boy, and looked at the mother and child hugging each other. There was something in his heart that he was envious of, and he was even a little jealous of the little boy!

   "One year, at the latest five years old, he has to go to school." Wen Jiuxiao compromised.

   "Okay!" Yu Zhi agreed, anyway, she was planning to find a school for the boy when he was five years old.

   Besides, he will leave after a while, does it matter how old the kid goes to school?

  (end of this chapter)