Shocked, our ancestors also had to go to kindergarten

After returning to the kindergarten, the children first went to pay their respects to the two teachers before starting to practice.

Because this time is late at night in their native plane.

So Qin Huan didn't let them go back. He waited until dawn and after another day of classes, he sent them home after class.

In their eyes, they had not been home for about twenty days, but in the eyes of their families, they had only not seen their children for one day.

When Ying Zheng returned to the courtyard, he did not look happy, but rather a little cold.

"Oh, Zheng'er is back, your mother treats you well, she wants to send you to school even though it's so expensive.

Unlike the naughty boys in our family, our family is poor and we can’t afford to go to the school that only the rich can go to.”

The woman who was speaking was very thin, with a high jaw, narrow eyes and a pouting mouth.

Facing her weird tone, Ying Zheng said coldly: "Good day, aunt."

The woman who didn't get a response rolled her eyes and said, "Tsk, what's there to be proud of?"

After leaving such a disdainful remark, the woman turned around and went back to the house.

Ying Zheng could hear her slandering him inside the house.

***

The small mountain village where they lived last time was discovered again, so now they are staying with distant relatives of his mother's family.

According to seniority, he should call the male owner of the house uncle and the woman just now aunt.

Also living in the house were their children, three sons and two daughters.

However, even though he was just staying there temporarily and he paid money, he still couldn't avoid being looked down upon.

Especially the aunt, she misunderstood that the mother was a concubine and he was an illegitimate child, so she looked down on them.

If it weren't for the money, I wouldn't agree to let them live in my house.

Ever since she learned that he could go to school every day, the aunt had tried several times to send her eldest son to live with him and study with him.

It's the kind of family where the children don't have to contribute anything and just follow his instructions, and he is responsible for everything.

So every time he could only play deaf and dumb and ignore it.

Back in the small side room, his mother was mending clothes.

But the clothes did not belong to them, but to their aunt's children.

Ying Zheng originally thought that since he was staying in someone else's house, he should at least give some gifts or something, so he did not take out the cloth from the storage room.

"Are you back? Is everything going well in school?"

"Everything is fine."

There was another long silence.

Ying Zheng said calmly: "Mother, how about we move to another place to live?"

Zhao Ji paused slightly.

"You and I, mother and son, are too conspicuous. There is no man in our family, so it is easy for people to gossip and bully us.

Just pretend you don't hear any of the unpleasant things your aunt says.

Stay here, with your uncle here, no one will dare to bully us because we are an orphan and a widow."

"The child is enough to protect you."

However, Zhao Ji didn't believe it. She lowered her eyes and continued with what she was doing.

"Zheng'er, we just need to stay alive and wait for your father to come pick us up. The rest is just a small matter and you don't need to worry about it.

As long as your father succeeds, our good days are still ahead."

Faced with his mother who insisted on hiding here, Ying Zheng was helpless. After all, he couldn't just knock her out and take her away.

But every time he heard gossip from his aunt and her three sons, he felt the urge to kill.

Perhaps it was because after becoming an immortal, he began to view ordinary people as ants.

Or maybe he was born without fear of killing.

But after all, it was just a few idle words, and he felt that they did not deserve the death penalty.

He didn't want to get his hands stained with blood, fearing that he would go down this road and never come back, but these people were always testing his bottom line.

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it anymore, so he thought about leaving.

But the mother didn't want to.

Ying Zheng could understand her. As a delicate woman, it was normal for her to feel tired after living on the run with her young son for three years.

Thinking of his mother's difficulties, he endured it again.

***

"Aunt, is my cousin here? Let's go out and play with him."

A boy's voice was heard from outside.

Hearing this, Zhao Ji smiled a little, "Your cousin just came back from school, he's here."

Then he said to Ying Zheng: "Go play with your cousins ​​for a while and then come back to study hard. It's too boring to stay in the house all the time."

Helpless, Ying Zheng had to go out.

After leaving the courtyard gate, the so-called cousin immediately dragged him behind a big tree, one on each side.

"Oh, I heard that you gave my mother a cold look just now, don't you know who you are?

Is it possible for a bastard who can read a few words to be so arrogant?"

The thin and tall boy pushed Ying Zheng twice with his dirty hands.

When the two of them stood together, Ying Zheng looked somewhat short.

Next to the boy was a boy with a runny nose, who was also half a head taller than him.

The clothes of both of them were patched with various kinds of patches and looked particularly dirty and torn.

In contrast, Ying Zheng, with his fair skin and unpatched robes, naturally aroused envy.

"I never gave my aunt a cold look."

"You little bastard, you still don't admit it. My mother went back to the house and scolded me, saying that your eyes are on your forehead and you look down on us because we are poor.

An illegitimate child of a concubine, a homeless stray dog. If our family had not taken you and your concubine's mother in, you would have ended up begging on the streets!

So how can you look down on my mother and us?"

As Zhao Hu spoke, he did not forget to push Ying Zheng. The strange thing was that no matter how hard he pushed, the boy in front of him did not move at all.

Not wanting to believe it, he simply started pushing with both hands.

Ying Zheng didn't move, didn't even blink, and said calmly: "I really despise you, and despise the dirty words you say."

As for bullying the weak, that's the rule of the world and there's nothing much to say.

Today he is weak, so others bully him.

If he becomes powerful in the future, he will naturally trample these weak ones under his feet.

The strong prey on the weak, this is an eternal law.

"You little bastard, why do you look down on us?"

"That's right, the bastard born to the dancer!"

Ying Zheng raised his eyes, and looked at Zhao Yong with those emotionless eyes as if he was looking at a dead person.

Frightened Zhao Yong was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and shouted: "Why are you glaring at me? Who gave you the courage to glare at me? Brother, beat him up and take off his clothes. This little bastard doesn't deserve to wear good clothes!!"

"You little brat, today your Grandpa Tiger wants you to know clearly who has the final say in this family from now on."

"Homeless bastard, you should be my slave!"

Zhao Hu waved his fist towards Ying Zheng's fair and rosy face.

The expected scene of a child being hit to tears by a punch did not appear. Instead, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his hand.

"Ouch! My hand! Let go!"

The tender little white hands held back a pair of hands as dirty as chicken claws, preventing him from breaking free.