"Okay, don't discipline him when you come back, come to your grandson, come to grandma. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Wei Chunhua beckoned, and Xiaotian ran into Wei Chunhua's arms as if she had been amnestied.

"Mother, how many times have I told you, don't get used to him." Wei Xiaobao complained helplessly.

"Hmph... You don't want to think that when you're so little, you're not as good as him. Wei Chunhua didn't save any face when she spoke, which made all the women happy.

Just after this incident, the next day, someone from the school came to the door, and the person who came to the door was a middle-aged scribe, in his thirties, who stretched out his hand and dragged Xiaotian, noisy and shouting, and he had to find Wei Xiaobao to comment.

"Mr. Meng, what's wrong with you?" This person, Wei Xiaobao knows, is Meng Haosheng of the Zhonghua Pavilion, a famous local Sanbang Jinshi, full of poetry and books, and a famous Confucian.

However, today, Wei Xiaobao took a look, what's wrong, this Mr. Meng, his face was blue, his hair was messy, and there were still a few bruises on his face, "Lord Wei, it wasn't for the blessing of your eldest son, who was beaten by your son." As he spoke, Meng Hao angrily told what had happened.

Wei Xiaobao has a little friendship with the China Pavilion, famous families from all over Yangzhou, literati and bachelors, and also knows a lot, Meng Haosheng is one of them, speaking of which, the Red Star of the China Pavilion has also contributed a lot of money and support.

Wei Xiaobao handed over his son to Meng Haosheng and asked him to discipline him strictly, not to be partial, Meng Haosheng is an upright person, rigorous in teaching, and he is really not soft on Xiaotian, and even Xiaotian has not performed well several times, but he has been reprimanded by Meng Haosheng, and even beaten once with a handboard.

As a result, last night, Meng Haosheng came home after teaching, and was beaten by four masked children on the way, one of them was not weak in his fists and feet, obviously the leader of several children, and beat Meng Haosheng the hardest, beating off two of Meng Haosheng's front teeth, Meng Haosheng struggled, grabbed the black towel of the leading child, and saw that it was none other than Wei Xiaobao's son - Wei Xiaotian.

"Kneel..."After Wei Xiaobao listened, he snapped and smashed the sandalwood table with one palm.

"If you don't study well at a young age, fight and fight, don't respect your teacher, you can't do it?" Wei Xiaobaoteng grabbed a piece of broken wood on the ground, stepped forward and pressed Xiaotian to the ground, reached out and took off the little guy's pants, and hit the snow-white ass twice.

"Bang Bang..."

"Ahh Ah" Xiao Tiancai is six years old, where can the bones of his body bear it, it hurts, Meng Haosheng was also startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, "Lord Wei, child, you are not sensible, just reprimand, you don't have to be so scolded." ”

"Mr. Meng, it's okay for me to teach my son, I've frightened you." Wei Xiaobao took out fifty taels of silver and stuffed it into Meng Haosheng's arms, "The family is not filial, let Mr. get results, just two pieces of silver, talk about the heart, the right to be Mr. Treat injuries and recuperate, and I hope Mr. must smile." ”

Meng Haosheng is a gentleman, he doesn't love money, he refuses repeatedly, Wei Xiaobao forced into Meng Haosheng's arms, after all, his son beat Mr. Ren, and he was also happy in his heart, and after a while, everyone in the courtyard heard the movement and came over.

"Whoa... What's the matter, good grandson, are you alright? Seeing that on the child's buttocks, two blood marks were clearly visible, and the skin on both sides was swollen, and the little guy was lying on the ground and the doll was crying, Wei Chunhua's heart was immediately broken, and she took Xiaotian into her arms.

Shui Yao was also distressed, after all, it was the meat that fell from her body, the baby was terrible, and the rest of the people also shook their heads and sighed, surprised, Potian and a few other late-stage juniors, seeing the eldest brother being beaten, were frightened and hid in the arms of their mothers, whining and crying.

"Mother, don't patronize and protect him, look at the good things your good grandson has done, at an old age, even the teacher dares to beat, after a few years, I'm afraid that even I won't be in my eyes, and when the time comes, you will be happy?" Seeing Wei Chunhua protecting Xiaotian, Wei Xiaobao was angry when he looked at it.

Shui Yao was just about to go up to persuade him, but when he saw Mr. Meng's bruised face, he immediately swallowed his words back.

In ancient times, there was a saying that one day he would be a teacher and a father for life, although it was a bit exaggerated, but the elders and young of the world looked very seriously, and Wei Xiaobao didn't want the child to be a little older, so he would fight and learn badly, and go his own way, but although he fought back then, but all the bad guys were beaten up, is it that now the bad guys are dead, so that my son is uncomfortable, and there is nowhere to practice? Wei Xiaobao said curiously in his heart.

When Mr. Meng saw that Wei Xiaobao's family was in such a big formation, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to stay for a long time, and after a few words of persuasion, he left early.

"Mother, what do you say? Protect him, can you protect him for a lifetime? Don't talk about you, I can't accompany him for the rest of my life. Today, you just send a word, if you protect it, I don't care about this matter, otherwise, I still have to discipline him, it's not strict, it's just that children can't get used to bad things, otherwise it's too late to change when it's too late. With that, Wei Xiaobao sat down angrily. Reached out and pulled out a cigarette and smoked it.

None of the people dared to speak, you look at me, I look at you, and finally all eyes fell on Wei Chunhua, "Alas... Whatever you want, your own child, and don't blame anyone else if you kill you. Wei Chunhua sighed, covered her face, wiped her tears, and turned around and walked out of the house.

Wei Chunhua was gone, and the women didn't dare to say more, so they retreated one after another, and finally, Shui Yao glanced at Wei Xiaobao and turned around in distress, "Crying, what kind of ability is it, a man sheds blood and sweat without tears, loses skin and flesh without falling behind, I don't care about other people's children, my Wei Xiaobao's children just can't cry." ”

As he spoke, Wei Xiaobao held Xiaotian in one hand and a wooden board in the other, and there was another whipped beating.

Although Wei Xiaobao's attack is heavy, it does not hurt the vital point, where to fight, where not to fight, for Wei Xiaobao, who is proficient in martial arts, his heart is clear. At first, the more Wei Xiaobao fought, the more fierce the little guy cried, and from time to time he rushed to the mother next to him for help, although Shui Yao's heart was like a knife, and her liver and intestines were broken, she still couldn't help it, and she was reprimanded by Wei Xiaobao for a long time, Xiaotian also learned to be smart, knowing that no matter how much he cried, it was also called that every day should not be, and the earth was not working, so he simply gritted his teeth and became angry.

In this way, in the middle of Wei Xiaobao's heart, Wei Xiaobao was happy in his heart, and he stopped fighting, and finally punished Xiaotian to kneel in front of the door for a day and a night, not allowed to eat, and he couldn't be idle, silently reciting "Twenty-four Filial Piety" three hundred times, other things can be discussed, not filial piety is the top priority, in case, Lao Tzu rebels for a lifetime, and then let his son rebel Lao Tzu, won't let the world laugh.

Everyone was helpless, and it was useless to persuade them, so they had to rely on Wei Xiaobao, hoping that the little guy could get over as soon as possible.

"Shui Yao, haven't slept yet?" At night, Wei Xiaobao came to Shui Yaomen, the sky was already two watches, but the beauty looked sad, the bright candle was hanging high, sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, peeking out of the window from time to time, outside the window, a thin figure, trembling in the night, it was the punished Xiaotian. (To be continued.) )