Don't make things difficult for him. It's just coaxing a child, nothing more. When he's older, you can discipline him however you want, and I won't say anything.

He's still young, even if you beat him up, it won't do any good; he won't remember anything yet.

What could Zhang Shuzhen do? She loved her grandson dearly, but also respected her daughter-in-law, so she could only try to mediate between them.

"Sixth brother, hurry up and bring him here so I can soothe him, otherwise he'll tear up your homework later."

Seeing that Sheng Xitai didn't move, Zhang Shuzhen urged him on.

When the topic of tearing up homework came up, Sheng Xitai was so frightened that he quickly picked up his little nephew.

Ever since Sheng Xinhua learned to crawl, his uncles and aunts have suffered quite a bit from his mischief regarding their homework and books.

This kid often sneaks up and attacks people when they're not looking.

As soon as Sheng Xitai put Sheng Xinhua on the south kang (heated brick bed), the boy quickly crawled over to the work surface, then reached out his little hand and grabbed at the dumplings on the lid.

Luckily, Zhou Qinglan reacted quickly, grabbing her son and dragging him aside. "Try causing trouble again!"

Perhaps because his grandma was around, the little guy became a bit unrestrained, trying his best to wriggle forward and making "ah ah" noises.

When Zhang Shuzhen saw this, she thought, "This is alright?" She quickly picked up her grandson and placed him in the lap of her legs.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around, or your mom will really hit you, and Grandma won't be able to handle it," Zhang Shuzhen said, still clutching the medicine in her hand.

As a result, without being watched for a moment, Sheng Xinhua reached out and grabbed a piece of dough, stuffing it directly into his mouth.

Some people say that children learn about things through their mouths, especially babies like Sheng Xinhua, who really put everything they can get their hands on into their mouths.

When Zhang Shuzhen saw her grandson stuffing dough into his mouth, she was so frightened that she quickly snatched the dough back.

"Oh my goodness, how come you're so fast? Do you put anything in your mouth? That dough is raw."

Zhang Shuzhen was both amused and exasperated. This little guy was too mischievous. He was already like this when he was just crawling. Who knows what he'll do when he starts walking?

Originally, the six of them worked well together and wrapped the dumplings quite quickly.

But when Sheng Xinhua came over, things got really chaotic. One kid kept six people busy and flustered, all of them busy taking care of him.

Fortunately, just after Sheng Xinhua had poked several dumplings, flattened several dough balls, and covered himself in white flour, Sheng Liancheng and Sheng Xiping finally returned.

A few days ago, the higher authorities made a temporary allocation plan, and the Songjianghe Forestry Bureau provided 23,700 cubic meters of timber to Tangshan.

The task was assigned to various forest farms, which then urgently mobilized manpower to go into the mountains for logging.

Sheng Liancheng continued to go up the mountain to oversee the generator, while Sheng Xiping was temporarily called up to the mountain to coordinate the camp and assist with tasks such as measuring and loading.

With tight deadlines and heavy workloads, the forest farm arranged for workers to work in two shifts, commuting to and from get off work by shuttle bus every day, so they didn't need to live on the mountain.

Today, both father and son were on the day shift, and they got off work and went home around five o'clock.

As soon as he entered the house, Sheng Xiping saw his eldest son dressed in white. "My God, Sheng Xinhua, are you trying to rebel? Look at the way you've dressed."

This child is unacceptable; he's covered in flour from head to toe. How am I supposed to clean him up?

Sheng Xinhua was being mischievous when he heard his father's commotion. He immediately turned around and smiled at Sheng Xiping.

"Dad, Dad." The little guy called out and crawled toward Sheng Xiping on all fours.

Sheng Xiping took two steps forward, grabbed his son, and carried him onto the north kang (heated brick bed).

"Sixth Brother, quickly give me that handkerchief. Oh my god, this whole white face is killing me."

Sheng Xitai quickly went to the outer room to get a clean towel and handed it to Sheng Xiping.

Sheng Xiping took a towel and first wiped his son's head, then his face, then his body, and then his hands.

After tidying it up, at least it looks presentable. "You're really something else! Why doesn't your mom just wrap you up like a dumpling? Why are you still being so mischievous?"

Finally, after cleaning up, Sheng Xiping looked down with a wry smile and kissed his son on the cheek.

Sheng Xinhua wasn't afraid of his father at all. He was so happy to see his father that he clapped his hands and called out to Sheng Xiping.

That means they want to lift him up high.

This is a little game that the father and son must play every day. When Sheng Xiping comes home from get off work, he must first hold his son and play the game of lifting him up high.

He had to lift it ten or twenty times until he made Sheng Xinhua happy.

"You're such a clever little devil, you understand everything, but you're just a jerk."

Sheng Xiping laughed and bumped foreheads with his son again, then reached out and lifted his son up high.

Sheng Xinhua wasn't afraid at all; on the contrary, he just kept laughing.

And so, Sheng Xiping held his son and lifted him high a dozen times.

Lifting a chubby little boy weighing around 20 pounds repeatedly really takes some strength. Luckily, Sheng Xiping is young and strong; anyone else would probably be exhausted.

Sheng Xinhua finally had some fun and stopped nagging Sheng Xiping to lift him up high. Then Sheng Xiping picked up his son and sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) to watch Sheng Xitai and Chen Feng do their homework.

Upon seeing the pen and paper, Sheng Xinhua, ever resourceful, began to climb towards Chen Feng's textbook.

Fortunately, Sheng Xiping was careful. He hooked his index finger around the back of his son's collar, and Sheng Xinhua tried to crawl forward but found he couldn't move anymore. So he turned around and started yelling at his father.

Sheng Xiping naturally couldn't let go, so he just smiled at his son.

"Give me a break, your brother's doing his homework. How many times have you torn up their books already? What more do you want?"

"Sixth Brother, Xiaofeng, have you two finished writing? Hurry up and finish writing, then put it away, or he'll tear your books up again."

Sheng Xitai and Chen Feng had almost finished writing. With only this last bit left, they didn't care about neatness and quickly scribbled it down.

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