Chapter 377: This Young Master is Terribly Strong Now

Xu Wan began to understand Su Xi, and she even began to reflect on herself. She only taught her children how to be a minister and an official, which was too rigid. The reason why officials are officials is not only to face the emperor and colleagues, but more importantly, to face every ordinary person, to be able to empathize with the emotions of the people, and to understand the real needs of the people.

She suddenly laughed.

She looked at the flowers waiting to be shaved in the small garden with delight. She turned her head and asked, "Sir, do you want to continue shaving flowers?"

Su Xi said casually, "Dig it up! How can I grow vegetables if I don't dig it up cleanly?"

Xu Wan suggested sincerely, "I want to help, too. This way they won't have to work until dark."

She also gained some insights from Su Xi’s teaching, and wanted to experience the various emotions he made the children feel, which she felt should be a very interesting experience.

"You?" Su Xi was so shocked that he waved his hands repeatedly, "Forget it, forget it, don't go. I have seen what kind of gangster Luo Jingfeng is. Your general is also a military commander. If he is the same as Luo Jingfeng, he will tear my bones apart if he knows that I let you, the mistress of a rich family, grow vegetables in the fields, right?"

Xu Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Sir, you are overly worried. My general is a top scholar in both civil and military studies. He is very reasonable."

Su Xi still refused timidly, waving his hands even harder: "No, no, no, if you keep begging like this, I'm going to pack up and run away."

"Okay." Xu Wan accepted the fact with regret.

The children there had eaten and drunk their fill, and began a new round of wood shavings. Without any help from adults, the kids became more and more skilled, and the speed of wood shavings increased rapidly.

The summer weather was getting hotter before noon. The young men were sweating all over, with their sleeves rolled up high. Their feet, bodies and faces were all covered with mud spots.

He Zheng had just finished digging a flower, turned around and saw the look on Zong Jincheng's face, and laughed: "Brother, there's so much dirt on your face."

The little devil looked up at him and said sarcastically, "The dirt on your face is almost covering your eyes. How dare you laugh at me?"

He Zheng wiped his face quickly, but unfortunately, he smeared the mud even more. Zong Wenxiu also said with a smile: "I finally understand why Mr. Su was covered in mud when he came to our house yesterday. He must have been pulled out of the ground by the people from the Duke of Huguo's Mansion."

Shen Yibai worked hard and added, "Luo Jingfeng abused him, and he came to abuse us in return. Where is justice?"

Wei Xinglu admitted defeat anyway: "That's Luo Jingfeng. Who dares to seek revenge on him? He has to pick on soft persimmons like us."

When the other three young dandies heard this, they all responded in unison: "Damn it, who is the soft persimmon?"

Wei Xinglu: “…”

Compared with Luo Jingfeng, isn't it obvious that his brothers are all stubborn and recalcitrant?

As it approached noon, the boys began to sweat more and more, and their hands gradually slowed down.

He Zheng said weakly, "I finally understand what it means to work hard in the heat of the day and sweat dripping down to the ground. From now on, if anyone dares to waste a single bite of the water spinach grown in this field, I will fight him."

Shen Yibai said with his dying breath: "Forget it, you're still reciting the poem about farmers. It would be more appropriate to recite the seven-step poem, right? The firewood is burning under the pot, and the beans are crying in the pot... Young Master, I'm almost cooked by this damn weather!"

Wei Xinglu screamed, "Help! I miss my ice! My big bed! My roof! My umbrella! My fan!"

…

Several young boys were howling miserably, but Su Xi was still sitting steadily in the small pavilion to enjoy the cool air. Xu Wan could not sit still, so she stood in the pavilion and kept looking at the time.

There is still a cup of tea. This is the end time Su Xi said.

She paid close attention to the conditions of several children, and stopped them immediately if she found any signs of heat stroke. Although those children seldom went out for exercise, they were in good physical condition, and apart from complaining about their dissatisfaction, they did not have any adverse reactions.

Xu Wan focused on Zong Wenxiu. He was not as tough as the four little dandies, and his face was starting to look a little strange. She turned to Su Xi and said, "Sir, can you let Wenxiu go back and rest first? He looks a little exhausted."

Su Xi nodded in agreement, and Xu Wan hurried over to pick up Zong Wenxiu, and by the way, she also told the others that the time was almost up. The young men finally saw the light, and their slow movements began to speed up.

In the small pavilion, the servants saw Zong Wenxiu coming back and quickly fanned him to cool him down.

Su Xi asked curiously, "You can't stand it any longer, why don't you take the initiative to come back?"

Zong Wenxiu shook his head and said, "My brothers haven't come back yet. As the elder brother, I shouldn't retreat first."

Su Xi said, "You are so young, but you are more pedantic than an old man like me. Everyone has different tolerance levels. If you simply differentiate between older and younger brothers, you will be exhausted by yourself sooner or later."

Zong Wenxiu lowered his head, feeling extremely ashamed.

Su Xi added: "Since you are allowed to come back early, for the sake of fairness, you should write two poems. One about your experience of sawdust, and one about your touching brotherhood."

Zong Wenxiu blushed a little, feeling that Mr. Su was insulting him. He whispered, "Yes, sir, I will write it right away."

Zong Wenxiu was the first to leave the small pavilion and go to the large study to write a poem.

Xu Wan was still worried that the other four children might also feel unwell, so she kept her eyes on the garden, observing the expressions of the young boys without blinking.

"Okay, let them all come up." Su Xi also sighed, "These guys, I really have never seen such obedient wolf cubs, do you have any wolf taming god in your house?"

Xu Wan didn't bother to chat with him, so she bowed quickly and went downstairs to call them up. The servants brought water to wipe the kids' faces and listened to Xu Wan's report on the digging work arranged by Su Xi.

Wei Xinglu rolled his eyes and said, "Here we go again. He just wants us to work for a while and write for a while. Can't we just work and write together after we're done?"

He Zheng said weakly: "But, if we keep doing this, we will be sunburned to death, right?"

Wei Xinglu glanced at Zong Wenxiu who had just left the stage, and then he felt that the feasibility was not very high: "...That makes sense."

Shen Yibai wiped off the mud on his face and said excitedly, "I feel happy all of a sudden when I write poetry. It's better than shaving wood in the hot summer. Look at this scorching sun. It's almost melting me!"

The little devil also stretched his muscles, flexed his arms and kicked his legs. He said confidently, "Come on, let's go back to the study and write a poem! What Yiyun Jushi, what Minnong, what seven-step poem, this young master is now terribly strong, I will write him a shavings poem that will be passed down through the ages!"