I heard my whole family are villains

Chapter 75 Strategic Retreat
In the final analysis, the affairs of the Mu family have little impact on Mu Yao and Su Dai.

The two discussed a few words curiously, then let it go completely.

Go around the field as usual, and when you come back, continue your daily study.

The father and son had already read the "Three Character Classics". Su Dai was afraid that the two would rush in, so she didn't teach new content, but asked them to recite silently to deepen their understanding and memory.

She also practices calligraphy by herself, with experience bonus, she doesn't need to work as hard as others, and she can also teach Mu Zhili Xiao Baozi in her spare time.

"Hold the pen like me, and then write in the order of first up and then down, first left and then right, starting from the simplest herringbone."

Su Dai was in high spirits.

Both Mu Yao and Nan Zai are extremely flexible minded people, teaching them hardly wastes effort, although it is quite good, but it lacks a sense of accomplishment as a teacher.

It's also fun to teach normal children once in a while.

The child Zhili was very nervous. Even though the pen was very light, it seemed as if he was carrying a mountain, and his forehead was covered with dense sweat.

The tip of the pen was dipped in ink, took a deep breath, and landed steadily on the rice paper. After writing crookedly, he turned his head in disbelief, "Auntie Tang, I wrote it!"

"It's great," Su Dai encouraged with a smile, "The strokes are correct and the writing is complete."

"really?"

"Nonsense," Nan Zai was very unconvinced, "It's all about scribbling and swipe. Doesn't it matter if you have a hand?"

Twisted like a caterpillar, what a boast!
Nanzai has lemons!

He always felt that his mother was more tolerant towards his cousin than his own son.

"My cousin is right," Mu Zhili agreed with Nan Zai's words, "I just learned it, and my writing is really bad."

After finishing speaking, try to straighten your back and continue to practice calligraphy seriously.

He cherishes this learning opportunity very much.

Su Dai couldn't help rolling her eyes, "Kid Zhili has just started learning, so it's not bad to be able to write like this!"

"I was better than him when I first started."

Nan Zai was inexplicably stubborn, and even Mu Zhili was not pleasing to his eyes.

"Little Vinegar." Su Dai pinched the tip of her son's nose amusedly, "I just said a word, and you have caused such great resentment."

"No," Nan Zai refused to admit that he was narrow-minded, "I'm just telling the truth."

"You two are amazing!"

"Who is better?"

"Nan Zai," Mu Yao coughed softly, "You are already a five-year-old boy, you can't be so childish!"

In the daughter-in-law's heart, she must be the best, so what's the point?
Sure enough, this child is good in everything, but he is short-hearted!

After listening, Nan Zai turned his head in confusion, "Mother, am I naive?"

Su Dai gave an affirmative answer, "After all, you are still young!"

Nan Zai immediately lost face and wanted to refute, but couldn't find a reason.

In the end, I had no choice but to hold the pen tightly and write hard, chanting while writing, "You will bully the children."

Su Dai and Mu Yao looked at each other tacitly, and the corners of their mouths curled up in unison.

The joy of teasing children may only be understood by those who have personally experienced it.

Mu Zhili watched this scene enviously, his eyes gradually became moist.

He really wanted his parents to be like his uncle and aunt, but this was just an extravagant wish.

After today, parents will never be able to reconcile, right?

Thinking of this, tears finally flowed down uncontrollably, like a waterfall, urgent and numerous.

"Isn't it?" Nan Zai's eyes widened, "I'll just tell the truth and cry?"

Is Little Crying Bag reincarnated?

"It's none of your business," Mu Zhili choked up and explained, "I just want to cry."

He can be good, he can be obedient, and he doesn't need to eat snacks or study, as long as the family can live well.

Hearing this, Nan Zai blushed and reflected on himself, could it be that I was going too far?
Not willing to admit it, he looked at his parents for help, "Dad, mother..."

Mu Yao looked at his nephew thoughtfully, "Are you missing your parents?"

"Second Uncle," Mu Zhili did not deny, "Why can't my father be like you?"

He thought that everyone's fathers just worked hard and didn't care about their children until he came into contact with Mu Yao.

She will tidy Nan Zai's clothes, slow down and wait patiently for him to walk, and gently pat his head...

"That's a good question," Mu Yao rubbed his nose, "But, I don't know the answer, I suggest you ask your father directly."

He still feels that there is something wrong with Muye's mind.

But every person has to pursue something.

Whether it is fame or fortune or money, there is nothing wrong with it.

But Mu San is different from others.

He works hard, seldom is lazy and slippery, and he doesn't pay attention to food and drink. He can eat wine and meat, and can swallow chaff, and it doesn't matter what he wears.

I am content with the status quo, I don’t care about anything, I do whatever my family asks me to do, and I don’t have any ideas of my own.

It is very strange that a real person wants to be a puppet!

What exactly are you drawing?

If I don't live well, and my wife and children are hurt, can I be a little bit of a man?
"My father doesn't know how to answer," Mu Zhili's disappointed voice sounded, "He only touches my head when he's in a good mood, and he usually doesn't pay attention to people, and even gets angry if he clings to him."

"Your father is good or bad," Nan Zai sympathized with this cousin, hesitated for a moment, he got off the stool, ran to his room and took out a wooden sword, "Give it to you, if he bullies you in the future, you can use this hit him!"

After thinking about it, he felt that it was not safe to do so, so he added coyly, "If you can't beat him, you can ask me for help. I fight very well, and I can beat the tigers in the village to tears."

"Wow, it's really amazing," Su Dai's dangerous voice sounded, "Aren't you very proud, very proud?"

"No," Nan Zai didn't want to deny it, "I'm a good boy, I never fight, it's too violent."

As he spoke, he peeked at Su Dai to observe her expression, and stepped back to his father for comfort.

"When fighting, remember to protect yourself," Mu Yao bluntly pinched his son's face flushed, "Don't be stupid and rush forward, if the momentum is not good, run quickly. This is not cowardice, but knowing the current affairs."

"Why don't you talk about strategic retreat?" Su Dai said in a sarcastic voice, "It is not advisable for a gentleman to use brute force to resolve conflicts if he does not stand under a dangerous wall."

"Strategic retreat?" After chewing the word carefully, Mu Yao looked dazed, "Daughter-in-law, it's better to use your brain, this word sounds much better than admitting counsel."

"Is this the point? Hanhan!" Su Dai's cheeks flushed with anger, "Can you teach the children something good!"

Xiao Douding, who is only five years old, his eyes shine when he talks about fighting. Is this normal?

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!
She glared at her husband angrily, and pulled her son to her side, "Nan Zai, don't listen to your father's nonsense."

"I think it makes sense," Nan Zai tilted his head, thinking seriously, "Isn't it stupid to resist stubbornly if you can't beat it?"

"Not this, children can't fight casually, let alone encourage others to fight!"

"Nope," Nan Zai raised his chin and refused to admit it, "I just saw my cousin was sad, so I gave him a toy."

(End of this chapter)