Chapter 563: Speaking of courage, it has to be Mingzhu

Mingzhu didn't care about the angry look of the gossipy woman from the Yang family. She turned around and walked to Panpan, squatted down, and handed him the spinning top: "Son, take your things."

Panpan's eyes lit up, and he carefully held his favorite little spinning top recently: "Thank you, Mom."

Mingzhu raised her hand and rubbed his head: "You're welcome, Mom has returned your things to you, but I still have to criticize you a few words, Panpan, if you don't want to let others play with your things, then if others take them away, we have to take them back.

Your two brothers are helping you, and they are unwilling to admit defeat even though they know they can't beat each other, but what about you? You watched your brothers get beaten but didn't help, just stood there crying, are you worthy of your two brothers who are protecting you? "

Panpan glanced to the side, looking at his brothers with some guilt: "I'm sorry."

Mingzhu nodded: "Then remember, you are a man, in the future when you encounter something, as long as you are right, don't count on your brothers for everything, wipe your tears, even if you can't beat the opponent, just rush up and beat me! Did you hear me?"

Panpan's little eyebrows were tightly frowned. In the past, grandma and Aunt Nannan always told me that children should be good outside and not fight with others, because those who fight are bad kids.

Why is my mother...

"Why don't you answer?"

Fang Shuyu came over and lowered her voice: "Girl, why did you teach your child to fight?"

Mingzhu looked up at her and smiled: "If you don't teach him to fight, will you teach him how to cry with his mouth wide open when he is bullied by evil forces? Use crying to subdue the opponent?"

Fang Shuyu: ...

Panpan asked doubtfully: "Mom, then can a baby who fights become a good baby?"

Mingzhu smiled: "Fighting cannot be the standard for judging whether a child is good or bad, good education and quality can be. If you did something wrong, Then don't shirk or evade responsibility, be brave to take it, apologize, and make amends.

But if you are right and are the weak party being bullied, then your weakness will become a force that encourages bad people's evil tendencies, making them feel that they have no opponents, and they will bully the weak even more unscrupulously. Therefore, you must say no to evil forces! Then resistance is your best weapon, do you understand? "

Fang Shuyu herself knows that this makes sense, but most parents care about their reputation and are embarrassed to teach their children in this way.

In other words, when it comes to courage, it has to be her daughter-in-law.

The little guy nodded immediately, "Mom, I understand. I will be brave in the future."

"Wow, my son is so great," she said, and kissed Panpan on the little face. Then she looked at Xiangxiang and Dengdeng: "Big brother and second brother, today you protected your younger brother and were not afraid of being beaten. Mom is very happy. You are all little heroes who bravely faced the evil forces, so Mom has a reward." As

she spoke, she waved to Qingqiu, who was crying with red eyes, "Qingqiu, come to your aunt with your two brothers."

Mingzhu squatted there and opened the cloth bag that she had been holding in her hand since just now. Inside was a large porcelain jar with a deep caliber filled with lard, and nine candied haws were inserted in the jar.

When she took out the first one, the little cat Panpan was already clapping his hands and jumping up happily: "Wow, it's candied haws."

Mingzhu saw that the children were very happy, and she was in a good mood, so she handed the first one to Qingqiu.

The three brothers had no objection.

Mingzhu then gave it to Panpan, Dengdeng and Xiangxiang.

The children all took a bite, and Qingqiu looked at Mingzhu in a baby voice: "Auntie, it's delicious."

"If it's delicious, Qingqiu will eat more."

Xiangxiang also stood aside and asked: "Mom, did you make this yourself? It's much better than the ones you buy outside."

"Of course? Mom also made sugar snowballs for you." She took out the white hawthorn sugar balls covered with sugar and gave a few to each person. They were white and looked very beautiful.

"Eat slowly, don't rush."

​​She stood up, turned around and rolled her eyes at the three children of the Yang family, and then went to distribute candied haws and sugar snowballs to the other four children who had just played together in the small square.

The daughter-in-law of the Yang family was a little angry when she heard Mingzhu compare her children to bullies. She was about to take the children home in anger, but she stopped when she saw Mingzhu distributing candied haws. It

is normal for children to fight. Her children fight with children in the community almost every day.

In order to prevent Yang Tao and Yang Qiang from beating their children, some parents even take the initiative to give delicious food to please her two children.

So she took it for granted that Mingzhu, as an adult, should not be so shameless even though she had just argued with her. After all, she was also a government official's wife, and how could a government official's wife... As

she was thinking, Mingzhu glanced at her Yang Tao and Yang Qiang with contempt, took out another candied haws, and returned to the four little ones: "Oh, there is one left, who should I give it to?"

She bent over and handed it to Qingqiu: "Come on, girl, take this home and eat it for Qingping."

Qingqiu put on a big smile on her little face: "Thank you, auntie."

"Oh, you're welcome, it's so sweet," she smiled brilliantly, and tilted her face to suck on Qingqiu's face.

The two Yang brothers across from them were almost going crazy when they saw their sugar-coated haws being given to Qingqiu.

Deng Deng tilted his head and glanced at the Yang brothers. The usually quiet child actually spoke up happily today: "Wow, this sugar snowball is really delicious. It's the most delicious sugar-coated haws I've ever eaten. It's a million times better than the ones sold outside. Don't you think so?"

The children who got the sugar snowballs were reluctant to eat them because they looked so beautiful.

But after Deng Deng praised them, everyone tried them curiously and found them really delicious.

Everyone followed suit.

Delicious.

Especially delicious.

Really delicious.

Auntie is amazing.

Various compliments were heard one after another, and Mingzhu smiled bulgingly.

On the other hand, the second son of the Yang family, Yang Qiang, couldn't help it and started crying.

He turned around and grabbed the trousers of the Yang family's wife and shook her hard: "Mom, I want to eat candied haws and sugar snowballs." As he cried, the eldest son also howled: "Mom, I want them too. Go get them for me."

The gossipy woman of the Yang family was so angry that her face turned black. She glared at Mingzhu's proud and arrogant face.

This woman should really be thankful that she married a good man. If Jiang Duo's position wasn't too high and he didn't dare to touch his wife, he would have slapped her twice and torn her face to pieces.

She grabbed the two children by the collars, turned around and walked towards home, scolding them as she walked: "Why are you crying? Look at those poor and sour people, as if they have never eaten Tanghulu. We don't want it, we have better ones at home."

The voice of the second child of the Yang family gradually faded away, but it could be vaguely heard: "Mom, you are lying, we don't have..."

"That Tanghulu is not delicious at all."

"They all say it is delicious."

"Shut up!"

...

Panpan was curious: "Mom, why did Aunt Zhang Ying say our Tanghulu is not delicious?"

Mingzhu smiled and looked at the four children, deliberately raising her voice: "My dears, let me teach you a two-part allegorical saying. This is called... If you can't eat the grapes, you say the grapes are sour."