Feng Yin narrowed her eyes: "Yuer, you are ten years old."

Zhang Jingyu nodded vigorously: "Yeah, my son is ten years old."

Feng Yin: "You two brothers can help you farm at home at the age of ten. You can't even wash your own clothes?"

Zhang Jingyu looked at her innocently: "Mom, isn't you saying that scholars shouldn't do what these women do?"

"That was the past, now I've changed my mind."

Feng Yin glanced at the door of the main hall and said strongly, "Now I want to tell you that scholars cannot study hard."

"If you want to be a talented man with extensive knowledge and comprehensive development, you must know how to be self-reliant and self-improvement."

"I……"

Zhang Jingyu couldn't stand it anymore, "But mom, I can't do anything."

"That's why you're going to learn how to do it?"

Feng Yin was not polite, "If you don't go to help, why should your brothers support you in school?"

"When I pass the exam, I will be able to repay my brothers."

Zhang Jingyu answered with what Feng Yin said before, "This is what my mother said before."

Feng Yin: "..."

Her face sank a little longer: "I said, I won't count the words before."

Zhang Jingyu: "..." Why did you respond like this?

Feng Yin: "You haven't gone yet? If you don't go to help with your work, I'll let your two brothers study and exchange you for farming."

Outside the main hall, Mrs. Hu listened to the conversation between the two girls inside, and felt like she was in a dream.

When did this mother-in-law become so strict with her uncle?

That's the treasure in my mother-in-law's heart. Is it willing to give up?

"No, I want to study."

Zhang Jingyu jumped up and said, "I'll go find dad."

"If you dare to disturb your father's rest, don't even think that I will give you money and buy ink in the future."

Feng Yin's face was calm, she put down the little girl in her arms, stood up gracefully, and walked out the door.

Zhang Jingyu was stunned on the spot, neither moving forward nor retreat.

The boy could hear a strong determination from his mother's calm tone.

Inexplicably, Zhang Jingyu was sure that his mother could do what she said.

Feng Yin still felt that the blow was not enough, so she added:

"Remember, if you don't learn to help your family, I can change you back to farm at any time."

After the words came, the man had already stepped out of the door. He looked up and saw Hu retreating sneakily.

Feng Yin felt the corners of her mouth twitch, and her face instantly sank: "It seems that I haven't taken a broom for two days, your skin is really itchy."

While speaking, Feng Yin lowered her head and looked for something to be used.

Hu hugged his head and ran away: "Mom, don't beat him, don't beat him, your daughter-in-law is not lazy, your daughter-in-law is just worried that she will be angry."

Feng Yin grabbed the shoes on the eaves and threw them over: "You bad guys, don't wave in front of me, I'm not angry."

"Ouch."

Hu didn't expect Feng Yin to use this trick, and he hugged his head and ran around, but it turned out to be sent over, and when the shoe was smashed down, he was thrown away.

She took the shoe and looked at Feng Yin innocently.

But he couldn't help begging for mercy: "Mom, my daughter-in-law is wrong, don't be angry."

Feng Yin looked at her coldly: "You wait for me."

In the main room behind him, Zhang Jingyu was stunned by his mother's words and forgot what he should have reacted.

"Be good, brother, third."

Zhang Minrou reached out and pulled the corner of the boy's clothes, timidly, "Don't make my mother angry, okay?"

Zhang Jingyu looked down at his little sister and rubbed his head hard: "I didn't make me angry."

"But mom hit someone again."
Chapter completed!