Chapter 304 Mo'er, Do You Know Your Mistake? (4200 words)

Since he started practicing martial arts at the training ground, Xiao Mo gets up at dawn every morning, when it is just getting light.

However, Zhou Ruoxi woke up earlier than Xiao Mo.

Every time Xiao Mo finished washing up, Zhou Ruoxi would come out of the kitchen carrying hot porridge and steamed buns.

Although Cui Cui could do all these things, Zhou Ruoxi insisted on making breakfast for the child herself every day.

After finishing breakfast, Xiao Mo would tell his mother, "Mom, I'm going to the training ground," and then run towards the training ground with his short legs.

At first, Zhou Ruoxi would escort Xiao Mo to the training ground.

However, after half a month, once Xiao Mo was familiar with the route, according to the rules of the Xiao family, the child had to go alone.

In fact, Zhou Ruoxi knew that the children would eventually grow up, and the training ground was right inside the Xiao residence, so there was no danger. The other children also went there alone.

If I keep following Mo'er, and the other maids in the Xiao household see that I have broken the rules, it will not be good for Mo'er either.

So Zhou Ruoxi could only watch her child walk away from afar.

After her child left, Zhou Ruoxi spent her days waiting for her child to return.

When Xiao Mo wasn't around, she felt an emptiness in her heart.

But after Xiao Mo returned to the courtyard, Zhou Ruoxi felt her world instantly brighten up.

Zhou Ruoxi often asks her child what they practiced throughout the day.

Xiao Mo will also tell his mother the truth.

However, Xiao Mo never complained about the hardship or the fatigue.

He knew that if he spoke up, his mother would probably worry for a long time.

Three months passed in a row.

At first, Xiao Mo was indeed not used to getting up early every day to practice martial arts with such a small body.

But gradually, Xiao Mo felt it was alright.

During these three months, Xiao Mo did not practice any boxing techniques. Most of the time, he practiced basic skills such as horse stance, stretching his muscles and bones, practicing the "middle section" (a specific exercise), and footwork.

But Xiao Mo wasn't in a hurry.

After all, martial arts training must be done step by step, and the basic skills must be solid.

Otherwise, any martial art is just like duckweed floating on a lake.

Xiao Mo, on the other hand, was much more diligent than others because of his high talent and strict self-discipline.

Therefore, Xiao Mo's progress was very rapid.

In just three short months, while others were just beginning to show promise, Xiao Mo's stance had already taken on a "mountain-like" quality.

This made Master Huang very satisfied.

While others were resting, Master Huang would give Xiao Mo a special meal.

Master Huang wasn't neglecting the other members of the Xiao family.

However, these guys not only lacked Xiao Mo's talent, but they also didn't work as hard as Xiao Mo.

So Master Huang scolded those good-for-nothing sons of the Xiao family even more fiercely, with a feeling of disappointment and frustration.

However, because Xiao Mo was extremely hardworking and talented, Master Huang rarely scolded him.

So, over time, quite a few children developed a grudge against Xiao Mo.

Especially a five-year-old boy named "Xiao Yang".

He was the oldest and tallest of them all, and had become the undisputed king of the kids at the training ground.

However, Xiao Mo ignored him, which made the "King of the Kids" feel that his authority was being challenged.

Master Huang's "favoritism" towards Xiao Mo made him even more unhappy.

So, Xiao Yang, the "King of Kids," decided to teach Xiao Mo, this little brat, a lesson.

At noon that day, Xiao Mo sat in the training ground, eating lunch alone.

Lunch was provided by the Xiao family and consisted of the flesh and blood of some low-grade ferocious beasts, which could enhance the children's blood and energy.

Just as Xiao Mo was enjoying his meal, Xiao Yang and the others walked up to him.

Xiao Mo raised his head and looked at them calmly: "Is there something you need?"

"The stir-fried meat is delicious today, give me your vegetables," Xiao Yang said, mimicking an adult crossing his arms.

"Hehe." Xiao Mo chuckled twice. "What if I don't give it to you?"

"Then you're asking for a beating!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yang kicked Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo dodged to the side and punched Xiao Yang in the chest.

Xiao Yang felt a tightness in his chest and almost fainted.

"Beat them!"

Xiao Yang shouted to his henchmen.

With many people around, the seven or eight little ones pounced on Xiao Mo.

But before long, Xiao Mo kicked them all down one by one.

They discovered that Xiao Mo was incredibly strong, unlike his peers.

"Now, put all the meat from your bowls into my bowl!"

Xiao Mo kicked Xiao Yang, who was leading the group.

With his face bruised and swollen, Xiao Yang dared not disobey and could only pour all the food into Xiao Mo's bowl, and the others followed suit.

After teaching them a lesson, Xiao Mo ate the mountain of stir-fried meat slices piled up in his bowl, showing off his rice.

The other little ones could only eat the vegetables and white rice in their bowls.

In the late afternoon, after finishing a day of training, Xiao Mo returned home.

As soon as Xiao Mo arrived home, he saw his mother waiting for him at the gate of the courtyard.

"Mother," Xiao Mo said, walking quickly over.

"Mo'er, you're back!"

Upon seeing her child return, Zhou Ruoxi happily walked over, squatted down, and patted the dirt off her child.

"Hey? Mo'er, what happened to your face?"

Zhou Ruoxi noticed that Xiao Mo's right cheek was turning bluish and immediately became nervous.

"Huh?" Xiao Mo was taken aback for a moment, then replied perfunctorily, "It's nothing, Mother. I just tripped and fell while running exercises today."

"You silly child, can't you be a little more careful?"

Zhou Ruoxi looked at her child's face with heartache and quickly asked Cuicui to bring out the ointment from the room. After washing her son's face, she gently applied the ointment to him.

After applying the medicine, Xiao Mo ate dinner and took a hot shower, and it was already past 7 PM.

Having practiced martial arts all day, Xiao Mo was indeed a little tired and wanted to go back to his room to rest.

But just then, a commotion arose outside the courtyard.

Zhou Ruoxi looked up and saw seven or eight women leading their children, walking menacingly toward the courtyard.

Xiao Mo's heart sank; he sensed something was amiss.

These people are probably here to file a complaint.

"I wonder if there's anything you ladies need?" Zhou Ruoxi stepped forward and asked the group.

"Zhou Ruoxi, tell me what happened?" A woman's chest heaved with anger, then she pulled her child forward. "Look at our Xiao Fu! Look what your Xiao Mo has done to him!"

"And look at Xiao Gui from our family! His eyes are all swollen!"

"My Xiao Miao has lost a tooth!"

"Your Xiao Mo not only hit people, but did he not have any food to eat? He even stole my son's lunch!"

"And my son's too! Do you know that my son only ate a few pieces of green vegetables and white rice for lunch?"

"Zhou Ruoxi! You must give us an explanation today!"

These seven or eight women, talking amongst themselves, resembled the unreasonable middle-aged women on the street.

Zhou Ruoxi didn't speak immediately, but looked at the children.

They were indeed bruised and swollen, looking very aggrieved, but also seemed somewhat guilty.

Amidst the commotion, Zhou Ruoxi looked at her Mo'er.

Xiao Mo stood ramrod straight, feeling a little nervous.

When Xiao Mo was a child, he got into fights in the orphanage, but regardless of who was right or wrong, the director would punish each of them severely.

Xiao Mo is not afraid of being beaten.

At this moment, what Xiao Mo feared most was his mother getting angry.

Zhou Ruoxi knelt down, held Xiao Mo's small hand, and said softly, "Mo'er, what exactly happened? Can you tell your mother?"

"Mother, I was eating well at lunchtime today, but Xiao Yang and his group of people came and tried to take the meat from my bowl, so I fought with them," Xiao Mo said, his head bowed.

"Is there anything else?" Zhou Ruoxi continued to ask.

"And another thing," Xiao Mo said somewhat guiltily, "I stole the meat from their bowls."

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After hearing the young master's description, Cui Cui was stunned for a moment, wondering if she had misheard.

If I remember correctly, Xiao Yang was five years old, right?

The young master beat up someone two years older than him, along with some other kids?

"Mother knows."

Zhou Ruoxi rubbed her son's head, stood up, looked at Xiao Fu at the front, and asked gently, "Fu Fu, tell your aunt, is this true? Is my Mo'er lying?"

Facing this beautiful and gentle aunt, Xiao Fu, nicknamed "Radish Head," nodded timidly and said, "Yes, yes, that's how it is."

Upon seeing Xiao Fu admit it, Zhou Ruoxi said to the women, "I'm sure you ladies have heard it too. The children did have some minor disagreements. I apologize to the children on behalf of my son, Mo'er."

But it's normal for children to argue, and my son Mo'er was the one who was bullied first.

Now that you sisters have come here in such a grand manner to demand an explanation, isn't that a bit inappropriate?

“Yes, yes,” Cui Cui quickly stepped forward and said, “Moreover, several of them bullied my young master, and in the end, they were beaten up by my young master. It seems a bit embarrassing.”

"Cuicui," Zhou Ruoxi gently scolded the maid.

Cui Cui then closed her mouth and stopped talking.

"Even so, our children were only instigated by Xiao Yang. Why did your Xiao Mo go to such lengths? And even steal our children's lunch?" a woman said unreasonably. "Zhou Ruoxi, you must make your child apologize today! Otherwise, we will complain to the Madam!"

Zhou Ruoxi shook her head again and said, "Apologizing is necessary, but it should be mutual. Whoever makes a mistake first should apologize first, and then my Mo'er will apologize."

"Fine, fine! Zhou Ruoxi, just you wait and see! I'll see just how arrogant you, this concubine sent from another country, can be!"

The woman at the head of the group waved her sleeve and, pulling her child along, headed towards the First Madam.

But after walking only a few steps, they felt their backs being hit by pebbles several times.

Turning around, they saw Xiao Mo picking up stones and throwing them at them.

"Mo'er!" Zhou Ruoxi quickly pulled him back, shielding the child behind her.

"You just wait!"

The woman in the lead was furious, but she couldn't hit a three-year-old child, so she could only leave in anger. Otherwise, if word got out, she wouldn't be able to leave the house at all.

Before long, the courtyard returned to the quiet of the night.

However, when Zhou Ruoxi turned around and looked at her son, her expression was somewhat conflicted and solemn.

“Mother.” Xiao Mo blinked.

"Cui Cui, go and get the ruler from my room," Zhou Ruoxi said, clenching her small hands.

“Madam.” Cui Cui knew what the madam was about to do and felt quite reluctant to do it.

"Go and get it." Zhou Ruoxi repeated.

Having no other choice, Cui Cui had to take out the ruler from the room.

Zhou Ruoxi squatted down, her slender hand holding the ruler trembling slightly, and said to the child, "Mo'er, stretch out your hand."

Xiao Mo knew he was about to be hit, so he could only reach out his hand.

"Mo'er, do you remember what you promised your mother?" Zhou Ruoxi asked.

"I remember." Xiao Mo nodded. "Mother said that I must not fight with other children. If I am bullied, I must tell Mother immediately and she will stand up for me."

"Then, Mo'er, did you manage to do it?"

No, no.

Do you know you're wrong?

Xiao Mo shrank his neck: "Your son knows he was wrong."

"Smack." Zhou Ruoxi held the ruler and struck the child's palm, making a crisp sound.

"I've told you before that children shouldn't lie. You clearly got into a fight, but you lied to me and said you fell down. Mo'er, do you know what you did wrong?"

"I know I was wrong."

"Smack." Zhou Ruoxi slapped her a second time.

"You just threw stones at some elders in a rude manner, Mo'er, do you know what you did wrong?"

This time, Xiao Mo raised his head: "I am not wrong."

Zhou Ruoxi bit her thin lips lightly and gave the ruler a crisp tap for the third time: "Do you know you're wrong?"

"I am right," Xiao Mo insisted.

"Do you know you're wrong?" Zhou Ruoxi clapped for the fourth time.

“The child is not wrong.”

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Just as Zhou Ruoxi was about to take the fifth shot.

Cui Cui had already come over and quickly pulled Xiao Mo away: "Madam, it's getting late. Young Master has been practicing martial arts all day and he must be exhausted. Let him rest first. I believe he will realize his mistake tomorrow."

Zhou Ruoxi pursed her thin lips, glanced at her child, and finally stood up and went back to her room.

"Young Master, go to sleep first. Madam will be calmer tomorrow. Actually, Madam is only doing this for your own good," Cui Cui said to Xiao Mo.

"Aunt Cui, I know."

Xiao Mo nodded, glanced at his mother's door, and knew that his mother was angry, so he could only go back to his room to sleep.

It was late at night.

The candles were always lit in Zhou Ruoxi's room.

She sat in the chair, looking at the ruler on the table, recalling how she had hit the child's palms four times, each blow feeling as if it had struck her own heart.

"Clap clap clap!"

Zhou Ruoxi picked up the ruler and struck her palm hard again and again.

Zhou Ruoxi only stopped when she had slapped her palms until they were red and sore.

At midnight, Zhou Ruoxi stood up, walked out of the room, and quietly went to her child's room.

Walking to the child's bedside, Zhou Ruoxi gently took Xiao Mo's right hand, which had been hit.

She took out the ointment and carefully applied it to the child while gently calling out to him.

Looking at the red mark on that little hand, Zhou Ruoxi felt a dull ache in her heart.

"Mother," Xiao Mo groggily opened his eyes and looked at his mother at the head of the bed. "Mother, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you angry, but Mother, I still think I was right to throw stones at them."

"Why?" Zhou Ruoxi didn't know why her Mo'er was so stubborn.

"Because they insulted Mother," Xiao Mo said earnestly. "I've said it before, I will protect Mother, and no one can bully Mother!"

Hearing the child's words, Zhou Ruoxi was slightly taken aback, her eyes misting over: "Silly child."

"Mother, I'm not stupid."

"Yes, Mo'er isn't stupid."

Zhou Ruoxi bent down and gently kissed the child's forehead. Crystalline tears streamed down her fair cheeks, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Mo'er isn't stupid."

That's foolish.

"My dear mother!"

(End of this chapter)