The cane was slapped hard on the buttocks, followed by a burst of burning pain. Feng Bingwen's rosy little face suddenly twisted, but he held it back.
"I've told you so many times not to go to the village, but you just don't listen."
A stern voice rang out in the quaint and dilapidated hall, and the children quietly raised their heads. An old man in a plain gray shirt was holding a cane and his thick eyebrows were trembling, expressing the old man's anger at this time.
"Okay, okay, you've beaten me so many times, it's okay, Wen'er has remembered it and won't go there again next time."
Seeing the old man picking up the cane and preparing to hit it, the old woman who was picking up the soles of her shoes couldn't help it.
"Without a few more hits, he won't have a long memory."
The old man did not feel at ease because his old wife begged for mercy. The cane he raised in his hand fell on the child's butt again, making a crisp fleshy sound.
"You old thing, you've got this thing going on. Wen'er is so young, but you hit me so hard. I won't play with you until you break her."
The old woman who was just standing aside gave up, took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed in front of the old man, and blocked the child who was kneeling behind her.
"I have beaten countless students in my private school. The attacks vary. It is because the children are so young that they have to be managed and taught."
The thick eyebrows of the old man holding the cane trembled even more. Instead of giving in, he became even more angry.
"It's because you protected him every time you beat him, so that he doesn't have a long memory. Today he actually dared to take several children in the village to the back to play."
"We're back safely, why are you angry?"
The old woman looked at the old man with an angry look on her face.
"Safe? Let's wait until tonight!"
The old man raised his head and glanced outside the house. The sun was already turning slightly yellow, the sun was setting, and dusk was approaching.
"snort!"
The angry old man threw down the cane in his hand and angrily returned to the side room.
"Wen'er, does it hurt?"
The old woman looked at the child who had been whipped several times by the old man without saying a word or crying. She asked with concern on her face, a look of distress on her face.
"Grandma, I'm fine."
Feng Bingwen looked at the kind-faced and gray-haired old woman in front of him and shook his head quickly.
Although he estimated that his hot and swollen buttocks were already swollen, but since he was in pain, there was no need to worry grandma, and it was indeed his fault.
"Why did you just run to the back? How many times have I told your grandfather not to go to the back."
"I didn't want to go to the back. Originally, a group of people were playing in the village, but they ended up playing there."
The child scratched his head and was quite puzzled.
He didn't understand why the two old men in his family were so afraid of the wasteland behind the village. He had seen it from a distance many times and didn't see anything. It was just a wasteland with slightly undulating terrain and overgrown weeds.
The most dangerous thing was Wolong Lake behind the wasteland. The lake was vast and could be hundreds of miles away, but he was very strict about it. None of the little guys he played with were allowed to go into the water, or even get close to the lake.
"Don't go there again next time."
As the old woman spoke, she stretched out her calloused and wrinkled palms to pull off the child's pants and take a look.
"Come, grandma, let's see what the beating is like."
"grandmother!"
The child suddenly looked like a cat with explosive fur. He barked quickly, pulled up his pants, and held his hands tightly, with a look of shame and annoyance on his face.
"This old guy is so harsh. I'm going to settle the score with him."
The old woman didn't pay attention to the child's shame. Instead, she complained about the old man. She picked up the rolling pin and walked into the side room angrily.
"hiss!"
After seeing the two old men leaving, Feng Bingwen's tight little face suddenly twisted. He gasped and cautiously reached out to touch his butt.
"What a cruel attack!"
Touching the red and swollen strips of whip marks on his butt, Feng Bingwen felt helpless. He had been very honest since his rebirth, but he didn't expect to be caught and beaten for something like this.
He comes from a world with extremely strong technological development. After falling into a dream one night, he inexplicably turns into a brat in this world with backward productivity.
At first, he was still thinking about how to go back, and even hoped that this was just a dream, but after a long time, he could only choose to accept his fate and accept the reality.
After he understood the situation, he became even more discouraged.
When he knew that he was actually in a feudal imperial country, he thought he had a chance to be a trendsetter in history, and maybe even pretend to be a prophet.
But when he learned that the country he was in was called Daqian, it was not like any dynasty he knew. All his ideas and good expectations came to nothing. Here, he had no prophetic information, so he just pretended to be in his mind.
It's a mess, but mostly useless information.
Finally, when he learned that the country called Daqian actually had an imperial examination system, he thought his opportunity had come again and wanted to pretend to be a child prodigy.
Then, there was nothing more. The old man at home invited a gentleman to fill him with Talisman water for three days, and he became very "normal".
There is no way, anyone can pretend to be a child prodigy in the feudal era. Anyone who thinks he comes from the era of information explosion comes to the feudal era to pretend to be a child prodigy or a genius. In less than half a day, his story will be exposed.
Then slapped in the face.
Can you recite poems correctly? The imperial examination does not test these things, but if you want to play this kind of game, you must have enough literary accomplishment. In Guangping's mind, those poems and songs that were required to be recited in compulsory education and have almost been forgotten now cannot be dealt with at all.
Not coming.
In this case, if a little kid wearing crotchless pants opens his mouth and says something like the earth is round, the villagers can only think that he is possessed by an evil spirit, and then ask a gentleman or a Taoist priest to come and exorcise the evil spirits.
"Wen'er, stop kneeling and come down to eat."
At dusk, smoke rose from the chimney. The child who had been punished to kneel was allowed to get up. He got up from the bamboo chair with a sour look on his face and staggered when he got down to the ground.
"Tonight, you sleep with me!"
Beside the thick Eight Immortals table, there were three simple plates of vegetarian dishes on the table. Feng Bingwen, who was devouring the food, looked at his grandfather next to him in astonishment when he heard this.
"No need, I've grown up."
Feng Bingwen's face was full of displeasure. As a little kid, he had to work hard to get the right to sleep in a bed by himself.
"You must sleep with me tonight. After tonight, no one cares whether you sleep sideways or sideways."