The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Yangyang said, and gestured to his head, "Right here, wearing a big red flower."

"Really?"

"Yes, yes." Yangyang nodded repeatedly, "Oh right, I saw the auntie who ate my duck soup yesterday there too."

"Her?" Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an looked at each other, "She’s back?"

"My dear, since we have nothing to do at home anyway, let’s go and have a look," Ye Zi’an said as he stood up, walked over to her, and helped her up from the chair as well.

Seeing that his parents were going to Grandma’s house, Yangyang quietly diminished his presence, preparing to follow behind Ye Zi’an and also go out to play.

Unfortunately, just as he took a few steps, Ye Zi’an’s voice rang out, "Aren’t you going to the study?"

"Ah..." Yangyang immediately covered his face, "Can’t you pretend you didn’t see me?"

Regrettably, his wailing didn’t make Ye Zi’an change his mind; he just looked on, his expression growing colder and colder.

Luckily, the boy wasn’t stupid; seeing his father’s face change, he immediately turned and ran to the study.

"Aren’t you being a little too harsh on him?" Yang Chuxia watched his retreating figure with some distress. He was still at an age for playing.

"Not too harsh, the homework I’ve assigned him is all within his capability. Besides, as long as he concentrates and doesn’t dawdle, he still has plenty of time to play every day," Ye Zi’an explained, "He just doesn’t want to do it, how can this be allowed? There are so many children who wish they could read and write but can’t. He has this opportunity and doesn’t cherish it, deserves a beating. Boys need to be disciplined strictly."

"That’s true. Back when our family lived in the old house, Yang Qingwen and Yang Xiao’an could go to school, while Qingrui and Qingtong couldn’t," Yang Chuxia said with a laugh. "I still remember Qingrui’s eyes when he heard he could study, happier than when he was named the Cultivated Talent."

"Exactly, Lele and Yangyang have much better conditions now than we did when we were young. Not only can they study, they can choose what to study, so they don’t have that sense of cherishing the opportunity like we did. Plus, this kid is lazy; if I don’t discipline him more strictly, I fear he’ll grow up to be one of those young masters who only know how to indulge in eating, drinking, and merrymaking. That would spell trouble," Ye Zi’an explained.

"It’s not as bad as you make it sound. He practices his martial arts diligently every day," Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but argue on behalf of her son.

"Hmph, if he wasn’t somewhat serious about martial arts, I would be even stricter," Ye Zi’an couldn’t help thinking that he was already being lenient because the boy took his martial arts practice seriously. "If we don’t discipline him now, if he doesn’t study and learn to read properly, he won’t even be able to understand military texts in the future. He dreams of joining the military and fighting in wars? That’s wishful thinking."

"Alright, alright, you’re right. The great responsibility of teaching our son will be all yours then."

The couple talked as they made their way to the Yang Family’s place.

Upon entering the courtyard, they heard a noisy quarrel.

"How shameless can you get, woman? What about my brother’s purse? Does it belong to my brother?" Yang Chuxia recognized Yang Xiayun’s voice, "As handsome as my brother is, would he fancy someone like you, a worn-out willow? Is it that your face is too thick, or is my brother out of his mind?"

"Just look at yourself," Yang Chuxia saw Yang Xiayun sizing up Qian Xiaoqing, who had left only last night, "A face that screams widowhood, a woman who’s been married and whose husband has died; just how blind must my brother be?"