Chapter 316 Mother Can't Save You
Su Qingmei thought she had misheard.
What did Ma Xin say, that her son had a talent for martial arts and an excellent physique?
This...
Could this be a genetic mutation?
Neither the Su and Lu families had this gene, and his father was also a monk who changed his career. So, Xiaobao has an excellent physique? Is this true?
Su Qingmei knew that Xiaobao had a very good memory. If the world was stable and he was well guided, it should not be a problem for him to pass the exam to become a scholar. At that time, he could also be exempted from the Ding tax, labor service, etc.
But the world is so chaotic, what's the point of passing the exam?
So, Xiaobao closed a door and opened a window for him?
"Uncle Xin, are you saying that Xiaobao has a talent for martial arts? And he is willing to learn?"
Ma Xin nodded: "Yes, this child has a very good talent, and what is rare is that he has a very good memory."
"I performed two sets of boxing techniques, each at different speeds, and asked him to follow. Xiaobao followed and memorized the movements, and he performed them very well. Moreover, he watched everyone train for more than half an hour without moving his feet, and followed with his hands and feet. He was very patient."
Ah, her son has this ability?
Su Qingmei couldn't believe it. She turned her head and looked at Xiaobao.
Xiaobao had just finished his meal, and was holding a basin of water, pulling his sister to feed his beloved pony.
"Sister, this is mountain spring water. It is very fragrant when brewed into tea. Xiao Ma will definitely like it."
The little mouth kept chattering: "Tomorrow, I will also fry beans for Xiao Ma. Xiao Ma loves to eat them. Sister, come with me."
Ya Ya replied: "Okay."
Su Qingmei shook her head.
Her childish son has, a talent for martial arts? And a good physique?
"Then..." Su Qingmei thought for a while and spoke with some suspicion.
Ma Xin also withdrew his gaze from Xiaobao.
He said: "Xiaobao has such a talent, so we can't delay him. I will open his eyes first. If he has another opportunity in the future, we will arrange a famous teacher. When Qingyang goes to the market town every morning, take him with you, and come back with Qingyang in the evening."
"The child has such a talent, we must catch him from now on, and we can't waste it." Ma Xin was afraid that Su Qingmei would delay Xiaobao, so he made this trip in person.
"Isn't this too young?" Her son is only three and a half years old. Is he going to stay in the market town all day?
Will Xiaobao make a fuss?
Xiaobao is only three and a half years old. Is he going to start stretching his legs and feet? Isn't it too early? Will it have any effect on his growth, bones, etc.?
Ma Xin glared at her when he heard it.
Su Qingmei was shocked.
"Uncle Xin..."
"It's parents like you who spoil their children that kill their talents!"
Uh...
Calm down. Maybe Xiaobao likes it? Why not wait until he starts crying?
"Uncle Xin, that's not what I meant. I'm afraid he'll cry. He hasn't seen his family all day, and I'm afraid he'll make a fuss to come back. That would delay Uncle Xin's important work."
Ma Xin looked disapproving: "Let the child cry, and when he's done making a fuss, he'll know it's no use, so he'll stop. What can such a young child understand? If parents really want to do good for him, they should have thought about it early."
Well, isn't it for the child to choose his own path?
It seems to be different.
"Okay, since Uncle Xin thinks Xiaobao is talented, then I'll trouble Uncle Xin to take more care of him. I don't know much about that, so you can handle it, and I'll leave him to you."
Ma Xin was relieved after hearing what she said.
Glancing at her, maybe the child hasn't done anything yet, but parents are already distressed.
"Don't worry. This child is very much in my heart. I will train him well. Your godfather always mentions Xiaobao in his letters, and I'm afraid you will delay him."
Su Qing'an nodded: "Okay, let godfather and uncle Xin worry about it. Then I'll trouble uncle Xin to take more care of it."
"Don't worry, I'm here. Xiaobao is not young anymore. He is already three and a half years old in his actual age, and four or five years old in his virtual age. Your godfather could only walk when he was a child, and he was dragged to the training ground by his father and grandfather to stand in a stance. It's too late for Xiaobao now."
Well... okay, whatever the boss says is what it is, and you can't argue with the boss.
Rich families with resources and conditions will open their children's minds early, let their children learn various skills from famous teachers. Xiaobao... since you have the conditions, go and learn.
This is the world.
What a happy childhood, it's all nonsense.
Maybe Xiaobao is particularly resistant to falling? Yes. That's right, that's it.
Who made him foolishly show off in front of the boss, and the boss couldn't let go of him.
Su Qing'an looked at Xiaobao again.
Her silly son was still whispering with his sister, discussing with her how to take care of Xiaoma.
He had no idea that his hard days were coming.
Training, standing, running with weights, learning weapons, archery... Su Qing'an shook a few times.
Son, you're on your own.
My thin arms can't twist my thighs, I can't save you.
The next day, Qingyang, who received Ma Xin's order, pulled Xiaobao, who was still sleeping soundly, out of bed.
Xiaobao was still sleeping with marks all over his face and drooling. He was dug up by his uncle in a daze. He squinted his eyes when washing his face and dressing, looking like he hadn't slept enough.
Soon, his uncle packed him up, carried him in a small backpack, and climbed the mountain road to the training ground.
Su's mother followed him for a long distance with a worried look on her face.
When she turned around, she glared at Su Qing'an: "How old is Xiaobao? It's not even daybreak yet, and you're letting him go to learn skills? How late can he be with his uncle?"
Su Qing'an touched her nose.
Dear mother, why didn't you say this to Ma Xin yesterday? Everyone is gone, and you ask me?
Ignore her and get busy.
Su's mother stamped her feet, thinking that her little grandson would have to start suffering, and she felt so distressed.
I don't know if he can adapt to it over there. Is he crying or making a fuss?
Su's mother was absent-minded all day, not concentrating on her work, and making frequent mistakes.
Su's mother looked on the mountain road for a whole day, and finally when the last ray of afterglow was hidden behind the peak of the mountain, she looked forward to the return of the uncle and nephew.
Qingyang carried Xiaobao in a basket all the way back.
He learned martial arts, and carrying Xiaobao back and forth was just right for physical training.
When Su's mother saw the two of them appear, she hurried over.
Seeing that the uncle and nephew were talking and laughing all the way, she was relieved. When she got closer, she took Xiaobao out of the basket, kissed and touched him again and again.
It was as if her beloved grandson had suffered a lot.
"Xiaobao, are you good? Are you crying over there?"
Xiaobao shook his head in Su's mother's arms: "Grandma, Xiaobao is good, I didn't cry. It was fun today. Grandpa Ma took Xiaobao to learn to squat horse steps, and took Xiaobao to chase the big horse. He also took Xiaobao to ride the big horse. It was a tall and big horse! Just like my grandfather's big horse."
"Wow, really? That's great." Su's mother was relieved, and she looked at Qingyang again for fear that her grandson couldn't express himself clearly.