Chapter 179 Li Rong's Public Execution
If Jiang Nuanzhi hadn't known that they would all have extraordinary backgrounds in the future, she would have wanted to throw them all out one by one.
He went into the house on his own and said, "Li Rong, come in first, I have something to tell you."
Li Rong himself was also angry, but at this moment, looking at Jiang Nuanzhi, he felt inexplicably guilty.
Thinking back on the whole day, she realized she hadn't done anything wrong. She felt a little relieved, but still obediently pushed his wheelchair and followed Jiang Nuanzhi into the house.
Needless to say, Xinbo imitated everything Jiang Nuanzhi did. Now that Jiang Nuanzhi had taken off her shoes and climbed onto the heated kang, he followed her and squatted behind her, peeking out like her. He even mimicked her facial expressions perfectly.
The old man squatted by the crack in the door, peering into the house, but didn't come in. He still looked like he was enjoying the spectacle.
Jiang Nuanzhi ignored them and looked at Li Rong: "How much do you know about Ping'er's affairs that you have to punish him like this?"
"My teacher, Master Du, told me that he beat someone so badly they couldn't get out of bed, and even threatened them not to tell their parents or teachers!" Li Rong's anger flared again. "It's all because I've been ill lately and neglected my discipline, which led to this trouble. I'm determined to get revenge today."
"Stop!" Jiang Nuanzhi frowned: "Do you know why Ping'er hit someone? And why she threatened them not to speak?"
Li Rong was stunned: "Why do you need to ask? It's just that Ping'er is unruly. He used to fight a lot, and he was quite ruthless. Even members of the Zhao family have been hit by stones from him." Zhao Xiyue had come to him crying and complaining before. Although it seems that Zhao Xiyue is not a good person now, back then he ordered his men to investigate, and he was sure that he wouldn't have wronged her.
"You're such an easy father," Jiang Nuanzhi said, her anger rising.
"You misunderstood the child before and never apologized, and now you're hitting him for no reason. Do you think that hitting is all it takes to discipline a child?"
Li Rong's eyes, though not angry, held a stern expression, but his voice carried a hint of confusion and grievance as he said, "Since ancient times, it's been said that filial piety comes from under the rod. I know my limits. I wouldn't really hurt him like that. When he was young, my father was like that too. Aren't all men like that? I really didn't use any force; I was quite a kind father."
Seeing that Jiang Nuanzhi remained silent, Li Rong coughed lightly: "You see, my handwriting is not bad now, but when I was young, it looked like scribbles. My father beat me a few times, but I just kept getting better and better. If you don't believe me, go ask Uncle Xin."
Jiang Nuanzhi rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.
She finally understood how Ping'er's villainous personality had come about.
Seeing Li Rong, such a big lump, looking down and cautiously glancing at him, his expression inexplicably overlapped with Xiao Er's silly face, he felt both angry and inexplicably amused.
Sure enough, no matter what kind of emperor or general, as long as a man is faced with educating children, he is completely clueless and his intelligence seems to drop to zero!
"Let me ask you, when you were beaten back then, was your family already in decline?"
Li Rong was taken aback: "No."
"When you were beaten, were you a slave?"
"When you were beaten, were there any servants to take care of you, for fear that you might be injured in the slightest?"
"When you were being beaten, did your father ever question your character? Did he refuse to listen to your explanations?"
Jiang Nuanzhi didn't give him a chance to answer at all, and asked three questions in a row.
Li Rong frowned deeply at the question and remained silent for a long time.
Seeing that he had taken it to heart, Jiang Nuanzhi continued, "Times and circumstances change. Ping'er is not the same person he was back then. Naturally, we cannot use the same methods you used to educate him. Even if we did, they might not be effective."
“When you were sick, he did all the dirty and tiring work, from washing your clothes and bathing you to cleaning up your excrement. He tried to support the family with his small shoulders. Even though it was hard, he never complained or showed any disdain for you. How can you treat him like this just because he got into a fight? You don’t trust him? Even if he is your child, there is no reason for this!”
"Li Rong, ask yourself honestly, does Ping'er really need you to beat him up?"
Li Rong stared intently at Jiang Nuanzhi, momentarily forgetting to move.
Jiang Nuanzhi's words were like a heavy hammer blow, striking his heart and leaving him unable to calm down.
"Bring me the five hundred words you wrote yesterday and let me see them."
Jiang Nuanzhi had no intention of letting Li Rong off the hook; without a strong dose of ruthless medicine, he seemed unlikely to learn his lesson.
Jiang Nuanzhi truly felt sorry for Ping'er.
He does all the dirty and tiring chores around the house.
Leaving aside chores like sewing, sweeping, and washing dishes, just consider the filthy outhouse in the house. Jiang Nuanzhi had never cleaned it even once. Ping'er always took care of it.
There were also chicken coops, dog kennels, and donkey and horse pens. Despite keeping so many things, the yard was always spotless. You never saw anything filthy.
Jiang Nuanzhi hadn't even thought about it deeply before, until she got up early in the morning and saw Ping'er carrying a basket and sweeping up the mess in the yard.
He always seems to be like this, protecting the family in his own way, behind everyone's back. Perhaps his methods are sometimes quite extreme, but that fool Li Rong really needs to be taught a lesson.
She wanted to see what he had confessed about yesterday. How could a father know so little about his Ping'er?
After a long pause, Li Rong finally responded with a muffled sound, subconsciously rummaging through his pockets: "Huh? How come I didn't put it on me?"
"You put it under the bedding."
Suddenly, they heard the old man's voice outside. He said in a low voice, "You spent the whole morning scratching your head over that letter, moving it around in several places before finally stuffing it under the covers."
Li Rong was taken aback. He lifted the covers and, sure enough, found a piece of paper hidden there. However, remembering what Jiang Nuanzhi had just said, he suddenly changed his mind and decided not to give it to her.
However, Jiang Nuanzhi quickly took it and examined it closely. But the more she looked, the stranger her expression became.
"Is this what you've been holding back all night, the thing you insisted on showing me?"
After reading the whole thing, Jiang Nuanzhi even found it absurd. Did he not understand what she meant?
When asked to talk about Ping'er, he wrote nothing but "I shouldn't have made you angry."
Exactly, his handwriting is surprisingly good, but the content is truly worrying. He hasn't even been in a relationship yet, how come he already has a love-struck mind?
"I'll rewrite it." Li Rong snatched it away and shoved it tightly into his arms. His whole body turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp: "You, don't be angry yet."
(End of this chapter)
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