Langxing stood in the air for a long time before going back, because he felt that there seemed to be a different kind of feeling in his heart, but after tasting it for a long time, he could not figure out what it was.
That feeling comes from the depths of the soul, and perhaps it also contains Xun Yi's gratifying gaze.
Even dogs aged seven or eight are too old. It means that children at this age start to have their own ideas and are no longer so obedient.
Fu'er has reached an age where dogs are disgusted. Although Langxing has taught Fu'er a lot about how to behave, the child is still too young, so we can only teach him some simple principles such as respecting others and not causing trouble to others.
, it is impossible to prevent children from making mistakes by relying on teaching. No matter how you teach, children will never make fewer mistakes. The only difference lies in whether they are serious or serious. They have to be wary in their hearts and will feel guilty when they make mistakes.
Be cautious, this is the whole function of teaching. Don't expect too much, otherwise you will only make yourself more angry.
Lang Xing had no intention of controlling the child too much from the beginning. All he wanted to do was to do his best to satisfy Fu'er, but not to spoil him unprincipled. Since the child fell into their hands, at least he would
We can't let him go astray since he was a child.
Learning well is always more difficult than learning bad, because learning well means restraining your desires, while learning bad means following your desires.
Fu'er's current desire is to play. He is still young and can't play any tricks. Goudan, who is already in his early twenties, can play tricks, so Fuer becomes Goudan with full eyes all day long.
Little tail, he also has his own little tail, which is his puppy.
Goudan, this child, should have started a family a long time ago, but Lu Bo was very ambitious and always wanted his child to build a successful career first, and then marry a daughter-in-law of a wealthy family, but Goudan could not read Chinese characters.
A few of them had no choice but to go to the battlefield and risk their lives if they wanted to get ahead, but since Su Wan sent away those warlike monarchs and ministers, Lu Bo had been eagerly waiting for the news of the war for all these years.
Goudan was quite angry with his father. After being scared by a tiger last time,
His desire to go into battle and kill the enemy was completely frightened away, but his father kept trying to encourage him. The two men, who were originally like-minded, parted ways. At such an old age, they have not yet started a family, and they have nowhere to put their energy, so they will only cause trouble.
When he has free time, he takes Fu'er to play for a while. All he can teach Fu'er is to chase chickens and ducks, and tease cats and dogs. The two of them often make the small village a mess.
Liu Wuniang's Xiaolong is fourteen years old. Because Liu Wuniang has a tight control, he rarely messes around with Goudan and Fu'er.
Langxing told Fu'er twice that because they didn't cause too much harm, he didn't strictly control them. The main reason was that he was worried about the affairs of Xiujie and wasn't in much mood to spend time with Fu'er.
Finally, Goudan and Fu'er caused trouble. The two made one of Aunt Zhang's chickens lame, causing Aunt Zhang to point her nose and scold Goudan. In such a small village, everyone heard such a scolding.
Fuer was so frightened that he quickly ran home. When he saw Langxing, he grinned timidly and said, "Don't blame me, it was Brother Goudan who asked me to do it..."
Lang Xing nodded and said calmly, "It doesn't matter. You are still young and it is understandable that you don't know the severity. But you have to experience what it feels like to have a broken leg, so that you won't be so harsh in the future."
Fu'er opened his eyes in horror and said, "Dad..., you're not going to break my legs, are you? I don't dare anymore..."
Lang Xing smiled and shook his head and said, "How can I break your legs? I just want you to experience it. Come on." He waved to Fu'er and called him to the woodpile.
In Fu'er's frightened eyes, Langxing tied his leg to a wooden stick so that he could not straighten it. Then he said, "Just tie it like this for three days. You are not allowed to untie it while sleeping. Let's get a feel for it."
What kind of life will a chicken live in the future? Then think about being tied to this stick for the rest of its life.
What does it feel like."
"Oh." Fu'er was relieved. He had never been in such a big trouble, but being tied up with a wooden stick for three days was completely acceptable. The main thing was that his father was not angry, which was what he cared about most.
He jumped two steps, yelled "yeah" and fell down.
Lang Xing walked over calmly, glanced at him sympathetically, and walked away.
It took a lot of effort for Fu'er to stand up, but he jumped twice and fell down again. This was not possible at all. He climbed to the firewood pile, chose a stick of suitable length for himself, climbed up and stood on the firewood pile.
After I got up, I started walking on crutches, and this time I was able to do it.
Lang Xing held back his laughter and walked out of the room with a calm face and said, "That chicken doesn't know how to walk on a crutch."
Fu'er stood there with a grimace, wondering if his father meant that he was not allowed to use crutches...??.
"Just hold on, let's go find Goudan to play."
"I... won't go now." Fu'er felt it was a bit embarrassing to go out like this.
Lang Xing smiled and said, "You don't plan to go out in the next three days?"
"Yeah." Fu'er entered the house dejectedly.
If Langxing wants to be bad, he can be very bad. He will not take advantage of Fu'er so much, so he went for a walk in the village. Xiaolong, Ting'er, and Goudan all came to play with Fu'er one after another. When they saw
When Fu'er was like this, everyone burst out laughing.
Fu'er knew that his father was deliberately causing trouble, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Next, several children pulled Fu'er out to show everyone, making the whole village burst into laughter.
Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang repeatedly praised Langxing for his skill in raising his son, begged Fu'er, and asked Xiao Zheng and Langxing to tie the dog's balls like this.
Of course Goudan ran away immediately. When Fuer saw everyone laughing at Goudan, he had no intention of doing so.
He laughed heartlessly.
After such a fuss, Fu'er has nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone has seen it anyway, so he hobbles out to play with a wooden stick every day. Although he can play this way, the inconveniences are not
I feel it deeply. Lang Xing just wants him to feel it more. If he sits at home all day long, he will feel it much less.
On the third day, Langxing untied the wooden stick for him and asked, "How do you feel?"
Fu'er grinned and said, "Dad, I know I was wrong. Ask Grandpa Zhang to help me bring that chicken over. I'll feed it, otherwise it won't be able to grab other chickens when it eats."
Langxing nodded happily and said, "Okay, it's good to be responsible for doing something wrong, but I have to remind you that taking care of it is not an easy task. You have to remember to feed it every day, otherwise it will starve."
"Hmm." Fu'er realized how troublesome this was, but that was all he could do, he couldn't leave the chicken alone.
After talking to Uncle Zhang, Langxing took the chicken back, built a simple chicken coop for it, and told Fu'er that he could let it out when it was cooked.
From then on, Fu'er fed the chickens on time in the morning and evening. One time, he got dizzy while playing and forgot about it. He suddenly remembered it in the middle of the night. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes, so he ran out in a hurry to get the missing meal.
It was replenished.
It didn't take long for the chicken to be cooked. Fu'er released it from the chicken coop and played with it for a while. The chicken limped and he also limped with his legs bent.
He walked lamely, with a look of self-blame and sadness on his little face.
On this day, when he was limping along with the chicken again, Lang Xing's faint voice came from behind, "Feed it for another two months and it will be almost done. Grandpa Zhang said, kill it and eat its meat during the Chinese New Year, and divide it into pieces."
Half for you."
Chapter completed!