The Anarchic Consort

Chapter 1145: Young Master Bai Taught the Child to Write

Chapter 1145: Young Master Bai Taught the Child to Write

Little Baldy could run so fast because he had to carry water every morning in the temple.

The other martial disciples felt that his combat ability was too strong, so they tied a circle of gravity iron around the child’s legs.

Now that Little Baldy had descended the mountain, there were no restraints on his body. Therefore, he could certainly run very fast.

Behind him, Master Li panted and whined, “Bai Zhun, you said not to go too far. Look at your child. Does he look like the kind of person who can’t go too far?”

“The child is restless.” Bai Zhun dismissed Master Li with just a few words. At the same time, he had a rough understanding of his little junior brother. Originally, when he saw that the child was young, the master probably would not give the things in the temple to the child. However, it seemed that he had underestimated the master’s method of treating

people.

In reality, Bai Zhun did not underestimate the old monk. It was just that he could not resist the fact that Little Baldy could teach himself.

It was always noisy when the children played.

When a passing chief saw this, he smiled and nodded. “Seeing this group of children reminds us of our youth, right?”

“My child doesn’t do his homework again!” Master Li’s father growled.

The person beside him smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Bai Zhun is overseeing it.”

“They are both children, why is the difference so big?” When Master Li’s father mentioned this, he could not help feeling disappointed. Could it be a genetic mutation?

On the other side, Master Li was still shouting, “Damn it, Wang Dazhuang! Don’t try to attraction of Grandpa Li. Shoo!”

“Li Hailou! Get your ass back here!”

On the first day that Little Baldy came to the military compound, Master Li was chased all over the compound by his father.

Little Baldy played very heartily. He had to exercise every day. If he didn’t do this, he wouldn’t be able to expend all the energy in his body.

When Bai Zhun brought the child home, it was already almost six o’clock.

It was time to eat again. This time, without the Little Baldy saying it himself, Auntie Wang made a tableful of vegetarian dishes, such as tomato long beans, cold-tossed lotus root, stir-fried black fungus, and glass noodles with bok choy. The range of dishes served was amazing.

The pot was filled with rice. Usually, Auntie Wang would use a small pot to stew for Little Baldy. However, after seeing his appetite, Auntie Wang decisively changed to a big pot.

Little Baldy held the steaming white rice and ate it joyfully. From time to time, he would raise his little head and smile at Bai Zhun.

For Little Baldy, being able to eat white rice was the happiest thing on earth!

Only then did Bai Zhun realize that the child’s favorite thing was not big steamed buns, but rice.

When Young Master Bai realized this, he immediately called the courtyard canteen and asked them to bring the rice transported from the northeast.

The prerequisite for raising a child was to let him eat until he was full.

Little Baldy was indeed very full. With a full belly, he ran around while carrying the small stool.

He wanted to wash the dishes himself, but Auntie Wang wouldn’t let him touch it.

Little Baldy had nothing else to do, so he started to carry the small stool again.

Therefore, Young Master Bai decided to take him out for a walk.

This time, Little Baldy walked slowly. He obediently followed Young Master Bai, while the white cat walked in front of him.

An old chief saw this and asked, “Hey, who is this next to you? Why is he dressed like this?”

“My younger brother just came down from the mountain.”

Bai Zhun told everyone that the child belonged to his family.

When he went out for a walk at this time, he met the old men in the courtyard.

Bai Zhun’s action undoubtedly made more people aware of the identity of Little Baldy.

Young Master Bai had thought of many things since he was young. Since Little Baldy was his own child, he would definitely have to do both military and political work in the future. He had to cultivate the ruthlessness of the child. At the very least, he had to make sure that no one would care about offending Little Baldy, who was also known as Ajiu.

As for boys, he had to raise them more shamelessly.

This was something that his grandfather often said when he was raising him. Young master Bai thought that this method should be suitable for Little Baldy as well.

Little Baldy was originally soft and cute. When a few old chiefs saw him, they all wanted to hug him.

“Amitabha.” Little Baldy bowed and shook his head like an adult. “He is too heavy. Grandpa can’t carry him.”

The other adults beside him would not let the old chiefs carry him either. They coaxed the elders like they were coaxing a child.

They could not carry him, but they wanted to pinch him.

Who knew that Bai Zhun would be so protective? As soon as he saw them make a move, he said, “Grandpa, it’s getting late. Ajiu still has to go back to wash his hands and sleep. I’ll bring him out tomorrow morning to accompany Grandpa in military boxing.”

“Go on, go on. What a little fox.” The old chiefs liked Bai Zhun too. However, when the elderly thought of their grandsons, they were overwhelmed with anger.

Children were still more sensible when they were younger. When they grew up, they always wanted to get farther and farther away from them..

After Little Baldy returned to the villa, he obediently let his little brother wash his hands. Then, he bent his little body and took out his small package.

When he saw the package, he saw scriptures, some monk robes, and other miscellaneous things. They were all related to Buddhism.

The Little Baldy first opened the scriptures and seriously bent over the wooden table to copy the content.

This was something he had to do every day before he went to sleep. If he didn’t do it, Buddha would blame him.

After copying the scriptures, the Little Baldy began to write a diary entry.

After recording his day, the diary would be delivered to a place regularly. Although the master didn’t say it, Little Baldy knew in his heart that it must be done because his mother and brothers were worried about him. His family wanted him to know what he had been through every day.

Therefore, from that day onward, Little Baldy wrote the diary very seriously.

“Today, my little brother and I went to the city. The houses in the city were so big, and there were even grayish planes in the sky. The little brother was very good to me. He gave me white rice to eat; he even let me practice wrestling with other people. Although their standards were not good, I was still very happy. The people at the foot of the mountain were harder to communicate with. Buddha said that time is omnipotent. I will slowly let everyone...” As Little Baldy wrote until here, he scratched his big head.

Bai Zhun, who had just finished showering and was wiping his hair, was still watching from behind. When he saw the little guy stop, he asked with a light smile, “What’s wrong?”

“Little brother, how do you spell the word ‘accept’? I suddenly forgot the spelling.” Little Baldy’s brows furrowed in distress.

The smile on Bai Zhun’s lips deepened. He carried the little fellow over and placed it on his lap. After that, his fair fingers moved over and held Ajiu’s hand. The beautiful word then clearly appeared in the diary. “A-c-c-e-p-t.”

The Little Baldy looked at the handwriting that was obviously different from his. He felt that his handwriting was too ugly. Why was this so?

“My handwriting isn’t good.” The little guy raised his head and asked, “Will my bad handwriting affect my exam performance?”

Bai Zhun pinched his face and comforted him, “No, it’s not your fault. It’s inheritance.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

It had to be said that, from a certain point of view, Bai Zhun had given the truth at once.

Little Baldy finally finished writing diary entry of the day. He closed the small notebook and said, “I’m going to wash my hands clean.”