Madam, She Has a Tender Heart

Su Qingyu thought she heard wrongly.

What did Ma Xin say that her son was talented in martial arts and had excellent bones?

this……

Is this a genetic mutation?

Neither Su nor Lu's family has this gene, and his father also became a monk in the middle of his life. So, Xiaobao's bones are so good? is this real?

Su Qingyao knows that Xiaobao has a very good memory. If the world is stable and he is well guided, it shouldn't be a problem to become a scholar. It will also be good to be exempted from personal tax, labor and other services.

But the world is so chaotic, what's the point of getting out after taking the exam?

So, Xiaobao closed a door and opened a window for him?

"Uncle Xin, are you saying that Xiaobao has the talent to learn martial arts? He is also willing to learn?"

Ma Xin nodded: "Yes, this child has a very good talent, and what's rare is that he also has a very good memory."

"I played two sets of boxing techniques, showing them at different speeds, and asked him to follow the gestures. Xiaobao followed and recorded the movements, and the gestures were very impressive. And he watched everyone train, and he watched them for most of an hour. He didn’t even move his feet, and his little hands and feet followed him very patiently.”

Ah, does her son still have this ability?

Su Qingyu couldn't believe it. He turned around and looked towards Xiaobao.

Xiaobao had just finished eating and was holding a basin of water. He was pulling his sister to feed his beloved pony.

"Sister, this is mountain spring water. It's delicious when you make tea. Pony will definitely like to drink it too."

The little mouth kept saying: "Tomorrow, I will give Pony some fried beans to eat. Pony is so adorable. Sister, come with me."

Yaya replied to him: "Okay."

Su Qingyu shook her head.

Does her childish son have a talent for martial arts? Still have good bones?

"Then..." Su Qingyu thought about it for a while and then spoke suspiciously.

Ma Xin also looked away from Xiaobao.

Said: "Xiaobao has such a talent, so we can't delay him. Let me enlighten him first. In the future, if he has another destiny, we will arrange for a famous teacher. Every morning when Qingyang goes to the market town, he will take him with him. Come back with Qingyang in the evening."

"The child has such a talent, we must catch it from now on, and we can't let it go to waste." Ma Xin was afraid that Su Qingyu would delay Xiaobao, so he made this trip himself.

"Isn't this too young?" Her son is only three and a half years old. Does this mean he needs to stay in the market town all day?

Will Xiaobao cause trouble?

Xiaobao is only three and a half years old, is he about to start stretching his legs and feet? Is it too early? Will it hinder the growth of the body, bones, etc.?

When Ma Xin heard this, he glared at her.

Su Qingyu was shocked.

"Uncle Xin..."

"It's parents like you who dote on their children that kill their children's talents!"

Well……

calm down. Maybe Xiaobao likes it? Should we wait until he starts crying?

"Uncle Xin, I didn't mean that. I was afraid that he would cry and make a fuss. He hasn't seen his family all day long, and I was afraid that he would make a fuss and want to come back. Then it would delay Uncle Xin's important events."

Ma Xin looked disapproving: "If the child cries, let him cry. When he is done fussing and realizes that it will not help, he will stop fussing. What can such a young child understand? If parents are really good for him, they should do it for him as soon as possible. Imagine.”

Well, shouldn’t it be up to the child to choose his own path?

There seems to be something different.

"Okay, since Uncle Xin thinks Xiaobao has talent, it's up to Uncle Xin to take more trouble. I don't know much about that, so you can decide what to do, and I'll leave him to you."

Ma Xin felt relieved after hearing what she said.

He glanced sideways at her. Maybe the parent would feel distressed before the child was healed.

Said: "Don't worry. This child is very popular with me. I will train him to be a talented person. Your godfather mentions Xiaobao every time he writes, because he is afraid that you will delay him."

Su Qing couldn't help but nod: "Okay, let your godfather and Uncle Xin worry about it. Then Uncle Xin can take care of it."

"Don't worry, I'm here. Xiaobao is not young anymore. He is already three and a half years old, and he is already four or five years old. Your godfather could only walk when he was a child, and he was dragged to the school yard by his father and grandfather to stand still. Xiaobao is now It’s already too late.”

Uh... well, whatever the boss says is what it is, and you can't argue with the boss.

If rich families have the resources and conditions, they will educate their children early, allowing their children to learn various skills from famous teachers. Xiaobao...since you have the conditions, let's learn it.

Such is the world.

Any idea of ​​a happy childhood is nonsense.

Maybe Xiaobao is particularly resistant to being beaten? Um. Yes, that's it.

Who allowed him to act stupidly in front of the boss, and the boss couldn't put it down.

Su Qingyu looked towards Xiaobao again.

Her silly son was still whispering to his sister, discussing how to take care of the pony.

Little did he know that his hard days were coming.

Training, standing, running with weights, learning weapons, archery... Su Qingyu shivered smartly.

Son, wish yourself well.

My thin arms can't twist my thighs, so I can't save you.

The next day, after being instructed by Ma Xin, Qingyang pulled Xiaobao up from the bed while he was still sleeping soundly.

Xiaobao was still sleeping so hard that his face was covered with marks and his drool was still drooling. His uncle dug him up when he was in a daze. He squinted his eyes when washing his face and dressing up, as if he hadn't slept enough.

They were quickly packed up by his uncle, carried in a small backpack, and climbed the mountain road to the training ground.

Su's mother followed him out with a worried look on her face.

When he turned around, he glared at Su Qingyao: "How old is Xiaobao? It's not even dawn yet, so you just let the child learn skills? How can it be too late to learn with a talent like his uncle?"

Su Qingyu touched her nose.

My dear mother, why didn’t you throw this in Ma Xin’s face yesterday? Everyone is gone, you come to ask me?

Ignore her and get busy.

Mother Su stamped her feet, thinking that her grandson would soon begin to suffer, and she felt very distressed.

I don’t know if I will be comfortable there. Was there any crying?

Mother Su had been in a daze all day long, not concentrating on anything and making frequent mistakes.

Mother Su watched on the mountain road for a whole day, and finally, when the last ray of light was hidden on the top of the mountain, she looked forward to the return of her uncle and nephew.

Qingyang put the little treasure in the northern basket and carried it back.

He learned martial arts and carried the little treasure back and forth, which was perfect for training his physical fitness.

When Su's mother saw the two of them appearing, she hurried over.

Seeing his uncle and nephew talking and laughing all the way, he breathed a sigh of relief. When he got close, he took the little baby out of the basket, kissed it again and again, and touched it again and again.

It seemed like her beloved little grandson had suffered so much.

"Xiaobao, are you good? Are you crying over there?"

Xiaobao shook his head in Mother Su's arms: "Grandma, Xiaobao is good and didn't cry. It was fun today. Grandpa Ma took Xiaobao to learn how to squat on a horse, and he also led Xiaobao to chase the big horse and held Xiaobao in his arms. Riding a big horse, it’s so tall and big! It’s just like my grandfather’s big horse.”

"Wow, really? It's so good." Mother Su was relieved, fearing that her grandson could not express herself clearly, so she looked at Qingyang again.