Chapter 352 - 351: Slap in the Face
Qi Congwu also stood up, but being small in stature, he stood directly on the stool as he spoke to the people sitting around the table on the kang bed: "We are the true brothers who share the same surname, while all other children are outsiders. Brother Sanshun is our leader, and of course, the best things should first be reserved for our own brothers."
The entire family was somewhat at a loss. Lady Wang did not stop Qi Sanshun because she did not want her grandson to be tattled on and labeled as a self-serving scoundrel who doesn’t even care for his own brothers.
Lady Zhang cared even less, as this was the outcome she wanted. She had already told her son Congwu that during the big meal at New Year’s when there are many people around, this was the time to complain about Qi Sanshun, so he could promise in front of everyone to include him in play and share their nice things.
Qi Yougui had not expected a good meal to lead to such an outcome and hastened to soothe Qi Congwu: "Congwu, eat your meal first. After we have eaten and are at our leisure, Great Uncle will properly discipline Brother Sanshun, so that in the future he’ll include you and your brother in his play."
Ye Xinyan watched Qi Sanshun to see how he would respond.
Guan He, having nothing to do, claimed to teach the two children some basic skills but was more interested in Qi Sanshun. Ye Xinyan watched indifferently, doubting whether Qi Sanshun really had martial arts talent; it was more that Guan He preferred Qi Sanshun’s character. She wanted to see how Qi Sanshun had become the king of the village children, even able to command children several years his senior.
Qi Sanshun indeed replied: "No, I lead many children in play, and there must be rules that everyone respects. The things we play with, no matter whose they are, once they’re brought out, everyone must play together, even little Jiajia must follow the rules. Big Sister already instructed that he should be treated the same as the other children. If little Jiajia can abide by the rules, why can’t Congwu?"
Qi Congwu wasn’t the least bit intimidated and with a pronounced pout, looked down from the stool at Qi Sanshun, speaking loudly: "Qi Jiaer is but a lowly mongrel raised on the slops from my house, of course, he has to follow the rules. Can I be compared to him?"