"Oh, I'm an uncle in the household management. What important things should I explain to you this afternoon?" Mu Yingbao asked enthusiastically.

"Ahem, I forgot to tell you something yesterday. You mother and son entered this Youcheng. No matter what the reason, there is another rule in this Youcheng, that is, children are suitable for age to go to school." The household manager told him seriously with his hands behind his back.

"School? You may not have the chance to go out after entering here. What kind of school is he? He can still help me with some small things when he stays at home. Besides, do you need money to go to school? You can just give me some coins together, and you have enough food and clothing. How can you have free money to go to school?" Mu Yingbao said this on purpose.

It is said that she supports her children in school, but she is worried.

"Uncle Household Management, don't think I'm a stepmother and don't care about his future. Others don't know what happened to me and my mother, you must be clear. His father may be lucky and can turn things around. His child goes to school and is not in front of me. If something happens, who can bear the responsibility?

His father is back, how can I explain to him?" Mu Yingbao added again, her stepmother was very embarrassed!

"Madam Xue, you don't need to worry about this. The old man dares not say anything else, but in this secluded city, no one dares to do anything randomly. Besides, if the wife of the school does not allow the children to go, it delays him. Prince Xue must be unhappy when she comes back in the future, right?" The Guanguan persuaded patiently.

Mu Yingbao didn't expect that such a place actually attached great importance to education.

"Okay, I'll ask the child myself and let him make his own decisions. I'm not happy to be a villain. Uncle, wait." After saying that, Mu Yingbao turned around and entered the yard, knocked on the door of the east wing, and went in.

Brother Hui was actually watching the situation outside in the gap in the window. When he saw Mu Yingbao coming in, he turned around and stood and looked at her nervously.

Mu Yingbao squatted down and told him the purpose of the household management very seriously. He asked very seriously. "You are still young, and you may not understand if I say it too deeply. You can see that the situation is getting cold and even your own grandfather abandons you.

I said this, don’t think I am cruel, this is the fact. Who made you the son of Xue Wenyu? I want to ask you now, are you trying to wait for your father to come back safely, or go to school in the face of unknown dangers, learn what you should learn, and make yourself stronger, and maybe you can help your father in the future?"

Brother Hui clenched his fists tightly, and raised his head suddenly after a moment of silence, and said firmly, "I want to go to school, I want to make myself stronger. I want to have the ability to help my father in the future, so I will not let others bully and frame him in the future."

"Okay, good-looking, since you have chosen this path, you can't regret it. There are a lot of things you have to learn." Mu Yingbao couldn't bear it but had to ask again.

The child nodded vigorously and expressed that he would not regret it.

The little child, only seven years old, has to face this cruel reality.

Mu Yingbao had no other way. She only relied on her own meager strength and could not care for him for the rest of her life. The child must become stronger by himself. Not only is he mentally strong, but he also has to learn everything that can make him powerful.

Mu Yingbao stood up and went outside the yard; "The child was not sensible. He didn't even see what we are in now and was going to school. Alas, I can't be a villain to stop him. Then let him go, where is the school? I'll send him to it tomorrow."

"Well, I'll take you there tomorrow morning. Also, Mrs. Xue, don't worry about Shu Xiu. The school in Youcheng is free. I just have to bring lunch by myself. If the wife is not busy, you can send it there." The Guanguan received a response and told her relievedly.

"Ah? Don't spend it, I'll say it earlier. However, I'd better spare the food delivery. I don't have that spare time, just let him take it with me in the morning. The situation is different now. He is here, and he doesn't have the grandfather of the marquis or the father of the prince, so he's not so particular." Mu Yingbao said with a smile.

"This is the wife's family business, the old man said goodbye." The household manager couldn't stand Mu Yingbao's attitude and hurriedly said goodbye.

As soon as he left, a few people watching the fun at Mu Yingbao also left immediately as if he was watching the plague god.

After closing the door, Mu Yingbao began to sort out the things in the basket, picked out the herbs and washed them, cut them into pieces and started to torment them in a jar.

"I'm really relaxed when hiding in the house. Why don't you come here to help me pick vegetables?" The medicine was so tormented, Mu Ying roared fiercely.

Brother Hui immediately came to the kitchen and looked around to find the dishes to pick, but saw Mu Yingbao pointing to a bowl of steaming stuff on the table; "Go, drink that."

Ah? Not picking vegetables? Brother Hui was stunned for a moment and went over to pick up the spoon, and started drinking it obediently.

Mu Yingbao didn't expect how this child would listen to him so much. He didn't ask what was in the bowl and why he had to drink it? Is this his trust in him? Or was he afraid that he would not dare to ask too much to resist?

But no matter how you look at it, you don’t look like you are afraid of yourself?

This made Mu Yingbao a little confused.

The medicine soup smelled bad and was a little bitter. Mu Yingbao frowned at the child and drank it sipped.

The last few sips looked like the child was about to vomit, and he swallowed it.

Finally, he pushed the empty bowl with his little hand towards Mu Yingbao, indicating that he had drunk it.

Mu Yingbao felt inexplicably sad. He remembered something, turned around and opened the cabinet, scooped some frosting I had just bought in the morning, scooped a spoonful of it and handed it to the child's mouth, signaling him to open his mouth.

Brother Hui recognized the frosting and immediately opened his mouth to eat it. The child wanted to laugh but was holding it down, as if he was afraid that Mu Yingbao would see it.

"Remember, don't tell others that you are drinking this thing, do you know?" Mu Yingbao explained.

She thought the child would ask something, but she didn't. The child nodded obediently.

Didn’t the children all say that they are curious about babies? Is this one in front of them an exception? She doesn’t believe that the child knows that he is poisoned and is drinking detoxification medicine.

But no matter what, as long as he is willing to drink it obediently.

That night, Mu Yingbao stewed pork ribs and heated up the leftover snake meat at noon, and the two of them ate beautifully.

The atmosphere of supper was much better than noon, although neither of them had ever talked to each other.

After dinner, Brother Hui took the initiative to clean up the dishes and rolled up his sleeves to wash the dishes. Mu Yingbao didn't be polite to him. He helped to debug the water that was not hot, so he let him go.

When the child was washing dishes, she packed her clothes in the yard. She had already dried up and folded his clothes to the cabinets in his house. Only then did she notice that the bedding was folded neatly on his bed.

After washing up, they went back to their respective houses. Mu Yingbao remembered that the child went to school tomorrow and did not have a schoolbag. She remembered that there was a roll of gray cotton cloth in the closet, so she found the scissors and needles and sewed one for him as she had seen it.

Ancient children's schoolbags were very simple, just a rectangular bag that could be cross-body. They were not as happy as modern children. They had all kinds of schoolbags, both shoulders and levers.

She felt it was really monotonous when sewing the schoolbag, and she wanted to cut some pattern to sew on it, but suddenly she thought that she was a stepmother and could not be biased, so she quickly gave up the idea. While she was energetic, she sewed a handbag carrying rice according to the size of a small jar with a lid in the kitchen.

Alas, Mu Yingbao looked at the two completed works and felt that it was not easy for him.

She married a prince to death, and the unethical prince was so petty, and she still treated his son with kindness.

Xue Wenyu, it’s not what I owe you now, it’s what you owe me. Mu Yingbao was lying on the bed, staring at the candle and muttering quietly.

Xue Wenyu, who was still on the way, had a gloomy face, pressed his hand on the sword around his waist, his eyes red. He had just received news from the capital. As soon as he left, the emperor ordered the child to send to Youcheng, and to go with the woman.
Chapter completed!