Su Jiaoniang sat by the bed, patting Xiaoya's back and gently humming a lullaby to lull Xiaoya to sleep.
After the child fell asleep, she looked at the dog, Huahua, who was standing beside her with concern and worry, and said, "Huahua, can you stay with Xiaoya? Auntie has some things to do."
Gouhua nodded vigorously, she was happy to take care of the injured little girl.
They are best friends.
Seeing the solemn expression on Gouhua's face, Su Jiaoniang recalled Xiao Futu's expression at the Lu family's house and realized that the child was about to turn evil.
However, anyone would be angry in this situation.
How can we comfort the little Buddha?
Su Jiaoniang rubbed her forehead, and soon she had a solution.
Seeing the two children whispering to each other, Su Jiaoniang's elderly mother almost lost her mind.
Listen to this little Buddhist monk, he keeps talking about human pigs, chopping off hands, and gouging out eyes.
Xiao Changsheng nodded in agreement, thinking it was quite appropriate, and the two of them, with their most innocent and adorable expressions, uttered the most terrifying words in the world.
Su Jiaoniang coughed softly.
The two people who were talking immediately stood up straight with their hands behind their backs, and they both became mute in front of Su Jiaoniang.
"What are you talking about? Mother will listen too." Su Jiaoniang looked at the two children with a smile.
Changsheng tugged at Futu's hand, shielding the child behind him: "If Godmother wants to punish someone, punish Changsheng. Brother Futu was misled by Changsheng."
"Oh!" Su Jiaoniang nodded with her arms crossed, staring at Changsheng with a calm expression, revealing nothing of her thoughts.
Futu lowered his eyes, looking rather pitiful.
Su Jiaoniang frowned. She felt that her youngest son seemed a bit too effeminate, but it was probably just her imagination!
Even if the future villain is no longer a villain, his sinister and treacherous soul will still exist and grow. Fate will probably not allow him to become a scheming villain.
“Mother, don’t be angry. Fu Tu just wanted to help my sister.” Fu Tu took two slow steps forward, tugged at Su Jiao Niang’s sleeve, and spoke in a soft and gentle voice that was completely different from his usual taciturn nature.
Su Jiaoniang was a little taken aback!
Has the child been possessed by someone else's soul?
After staring at the pagoda for a while, the little guy nervously grabbed his sleeve.
Su Jiaoniang said, "The two of you go and practice calligraphy. If you don't write at least ten sheets by tonight, you won't be allowed to eat or sleep."
Homework is the best way to discipline children.
Ten large characters are enough to keep them writing until evening. After dinner, there are also exercises like horse stance. The child's time is very tight. If there is no time, they will not do any strange things.
Of course, there needs to be a reliable person keeping an eye on things.
Su Jiaoniang glanced at the Zhang family's pillars.
These people were very strong, and Xiao Futu and Changsheng probably couldn't beat them or escape. Su Jiaoniang found someone with more strength and handed over the task of looking after the two children to him.
Upon receiving the important task, Zhang Sanzhu's eyes widened.
He suddenly looked at Zhang the blacksmith.
At that moment, he felt like the chosen one.
The chosen one.
However, Zhang Mugen didn't even look at his mentally challenged son properly; people just told him to look after the child and not to overthink things.
Zhang Mugen originally intended to forcibly stop the child from having wild thoughts, so as to avoid causing some troublesome situations.
But upon closer reflection, it's hard to truly like anyone in this world. Most people like someone because they're suitable, because they've reached a certain age, or because of their parents' wishes. The people you truly liked when you were young are, upon closer inspection, a void.
Zhang the blacksmith looked at Jiang's wife. She wasn't particularly beautiful; in fact, she was rather strong. Such a person wasn't considered pretty.
But for him, it was the most suitable.
From the time he got married until now, he has not felt any bad or regretful. He just feels that it is good for young people to experience more.
Zhang Sanzhu watched over the two children without blinking an eye, except when they needed to poop or pee.
Xiao Changsheng turned his head to talk to Futu, but before he could even turn his head halfway, Zhang Sanzhu would cough suddenly. His loud, rough voice carried a strong warning, and even eye contact was not allowed.
The two children felt distressed.
It wasn't until the little Buddha wrote a few words on a piece of paper and placed it on the table of immortality.
Changsheng nodded and continued writing.
You wrote one for me, and I wrote one for you; we passed notes openly and honestly.
However, Zhang Sanzhu couldn't read, so he went over to ask. As soon as he made a sound, Xiao Futu's cold voice reached his ears: "We are exchanging knowledge. Brother Sanzhu, would you like to participate?"
Zhang Sanzhu would never get involved.
He was illiterate and didn't know how to read; there were very few literate people in the village either.
So they could only watch helplessly as the two children communicated right before their eyes.
Changsheng stared at Xiao Futu's handwriting and found that Futu had mastered it very quickly. When he first started writing, his characters were twisted and looked like ants crawling, but now they were square and even had some character. Character is something that requires long-term practice and is directly related to one's personality.
His Grand Tutor once said that one's handwriting reflects one's character.
If you don't know much about someone, don't rush, just look at their words.
The little Buddha himself is square and upright; is he also an upright person?
Changsheng fell into deep thought, pondering what Futu had said: killing people and burying corpses, all sorts of torturous methods—it all seemed utterly unethical! He felt his brain might be a bit overloaded.
Staring at the words on the paper, he replied, "At one quarter past midnight, under the willow tree at the village entrance, see you there."
The little Buddha received the paper and nodded.
Continue practicing calligraphy.
As darkness fell, Su Jiaoniang returned to the courtyard with the Zhang brothers.
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