Strict Wife Of The '70s Manages The Household

Han Qingsong stretched out his arms to hug Lin Lan before he took 3 pencils and 3 notebooks, placing it in front of Sanwang, “This is yours.”

Sanwang, “…Huh? There’s still a reward for me as well?”

Han Qingsong sneered.

Sanwang actually understood in seconds. This wasn’t a reward, but a punishment!

Children who go to school were given pencils and notebooks at home, so there was no need to reward them at all.

On the other hand, because he didn’t do well in the exam, he was given a notebook and pencil to make sure that he practised writing every day.

Lin Lan nodded, agreeing that Third Brother’s punishment was very satisfactory. Originally, she wondered if he would give him a beating? It didn’t seem very appropriate for that. After all, he was still quite young, so this was a good choice. Punishing him this way would make sure that he fixes his handwriting. No matter how pretty or unsightly it looked, at the very least, it should be clean.

Characters that resembled ghost painting symbols were undesirable. 𝒃𝙚𝙙𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝒍．𝒏𝒆𝒕

Han Qingsong took a look at Sanwang, “From tomorrow onwards, you don’t need to do exercises anymore. Instead, just get up and write. This winter vacation, you have to finish writing three notebooks and I demand it to be clean.”

He made a point of emphasising cleanliness.

Danwang’s eyes widened, “Father, I want to run!”

Compared to writing, he would rather run!

Han Qingsong groaned, and took Lin Lan’s hand, “If you like running exercises that much, then you can come back to write after morning exercises. After all, you don’t have to attend lessons tomorrow.”

Sanwang suddenly became frozen in shock. Whose idea it was to give them a holiday and what sort of holiday was this?

…

While sleeping, Lin Lan felt a little guilty and asked Han Qingsong, “Third Brother, are we being too strict with Sanwang?”

Sigh, against a child who scored one of the lowest grades in his year, the feeling of being the parent was also not the greatest in the world.

Han Qingsong hugged her, “We should be strict against little brats like him.”

To him, there was no beating nor scolding that occurred, so how was it considered harsh?

Lin Lan was comforted by him for the moment and felt that it was probably nothing.

Because they ate mutton, the two of them could not fall asleep for a while, so they occupied themselves by tidying up the room.

After that, Lin Lan was too lazy to open her eyes as she fell asleep in Han Qingsong’s arms.

All was calm until midnight when Han Qingsong was suddenly awakened by some movement.

Out of years of habit, he was used to maintaining a state of vigilance when he slept and the same concept even applied now.

Nevertheless, he didn’t get up immediately. After all, he was at home and from his listening to the sounds continuously, it was probably one of his children getting up from the east room.

Listening to the movement carefully, he guessed that it was either Maisui or Erwang. At any rate, with how boisterous and violent the two usually act, it would not be Dawang and Sanwang.

He even heard the child holding a teacup and thermos, but he didn’t hear the hot water being poured. Han Qingsong guessed that the kid wasn’t in a good position to pour hot water due to the fact that there wasn’t any light, so they just used the water that was cooled.

For a moment, he listened to the child resting after drinking some water. He also heard a sigh that followed, probably because the water was too cold, maybe?

He didn’t care as he fell asleep again with Lin Lan in his arms.

When he was in a state of half-sleep, Han Qingsong was awakened suddenly by a burst of wailing singing.

“Drinking this celebration wine today, I swear that I will never stop working hard until my ambition is rewarded. In the future, I will show my skills to the point where I sprinkle my blood onto the pages as I write about spring and autumn…”

In the quiet cold night of the twelfth lunar month, this bold and sharp movement directly woke everyone up.

“What’s the matter?” Lin Lan suddenly sat up, “Third Brother, who on earth is behaving this way? Wailing out like that in the middle of the night?”

Han Qingsong quickly patted her on the back before taking a match and lighting the lamp. The children in the east room were also startled and they all asked in the middle of the night— who was it?

Han Qingsong went down from the kang in his clothes and opened the door, only to find that the brat Sanwang was standing on the stool, naked. With one foot on the dining table, one hand holding a wine bottle as he gesticulated with the other hand, he shouted in a heartbreaking tone, “There are thousands of difficulties and dangers ahead, but I will take the lead in sweeping down the mighty Tiger Mountain!”