"You want your godfather's position?" Wu saw what Zhao Xingzong was thinking at a glance.
"Do you think anyone can sit in your godfather's seat?"
"You think he's very powerful and that so many people listen to him?"
Zhao Xingzong nodded subconsciously.
"Isn't it?"
"Do you still think that position should have been yours?" Mrs. Wu's voice was cold.
Zhao Xingzong nodded hesitantly.
Wu stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Xingzong's arm, and dragged him out.
"Mom, what are you doing? You're hurting me."
Wu said nothing and brought Zhao Xingzong to the wounded camp.
The smell of blood mixed with various smells of sweat, feces and urine was so stinky that Zhao Xingzong frowned.
Wu's face was expressionless. "These are all wounded soldiers dragged back from the battlefield. The lucky ones can still be treated, but the unlucky ones don't even have anyone to collect their bodies."
As she walked with Zhao Xingzong, she said, "Even if they are brought back, they may not be saved for various reasons. It's a good thing that half of the wounded soldiers in this battalion survived."
"Your godfather has to come to the Invalids Barracks every day and watch the soldiers drill. He is also responsible for security within the management and the defense of the city walls."
"He was so busy every day that he had to light a lamp in the middle of the night and get up before dawn to handle government affairs."
"Even though he's so busy, he still takes time out every day to check your homework and martial arts."
"You have so many classmates. You should know how other people's fathers treat them. Compare them in your heart and think, has your godfather done all he can for you?"
"You think that position is easy to sit in, but have you ever thought about whether you can manage well if you sit there? If you can't manage well, will the people under you listen to you?"
"I think your mother also told you how your godfather got this position back then?"
"If you were in charge, what would happen to those subordinates who didn't listen to you?"
"Do you know how many people assassinate your godfather every year? You don't know how many times Uncle Shi, your godfather's friend, has blocked a knife for him, do you?"
"Everyone says it's nice to sit under a big tree and enjoy the shade, but are the people up there really that easy to please? Every time Long Tianlu's people come asking for food, they ask for exorbitant amounts. If it were you, how would you handle it?"
Zhao Xingzong, who originally had some thoughts in mind, was frightened by the wailing everywhere in the wounded camp. After hearing what Wu said, he thought that his subordinates might betray him and that he and his mother might be killed by the treacherous subordinates. He was so scared that he stood there in a daze.
No one has ever told him this, adults only tell him the good side.
If it wasn't for the purpose of completely dispelling his bad thoughts, Mrs. Wu wouldn't have laid out all the facts in front of him.
"Son," Wu brought him home and patted the frightened Zhao Xingzong's head. "This is how it is in the world. Either you kill me or I kill you."
"You've grown up now and understand a lot of things. How many people in this world can be as grateful and repay kindness as your godfather, and have such affection and loyalty?"
"If Zhang Dacheng had taken your father's place back then, it's a different story whether my mother and I would still be alive today."
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