"What? You are all happy to see my mother being trained? Get out!" Lin Zhihui threw his chopsticks and said coldly.

Lin Zhihui is very tall. Although he is only twelve years old, he is more than a foot taller than his peers. He seems to be seventeen or eighteen years old. With such a fierce look, he looks very scary.

"Dalang! They are all your father's concubines. It's not your turn to scold them, why don't you shut up!" Mrs. Pei scolded Lin Zhihui.

"It's just some stuff, Dalang can't say anything!" Lin Zheyun frowned and scolded Mr. Pei even more harshly than before.

Upon seeing this, the concubines immediately withdrew their pitiful eyes and looked at the master, not daring to have any more petty thoughts.

Lin Zheyun valued his eldest son very much. In this family, no one except himself was allowed to say a word about Lin Zhihui, not even his wife Pei.

Lin Zhihuang took a spoonful of abalone soup and put it into his mouth, silently observing everyone's temperament and becoming a qualified melon-eater.

"How is the progress of your martial arts training with Husou recently?" Lin Zheyun finished scolding his wife, and with a pleasant look, he became concerned about his legitimate son's martial arts.

"I recently learned a new set of marksmanship from Husou, and now even the seven or eight big men can't get into the child's body." Lin Zhihui replied proudly.

Lin Zheyun laughed loudly after hearing this: "Not bad, not bad. Keep up the good work and practice harder!"

The world outside is in chaos, and having poetry and books in your belly is not as good as having martial arts in your body.

"The baby is awake!" Lin Zhihui shouted loudly.

Lin Zheyun touched his beard with satisfaction: "Husou is very good!"

"Cui Chun, from today on, you will go to his courtyard to serve him."

Cuichun was shocked. Husou was already over fifty years old, but he was a martial artist. How could he compare with the young and powerful head of the family? Both appearance and status were far inferior.

Cui Chun's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She wanted to cry but didn't dare. She forced a smile and knelt down to promise: "Promise, Master."

How could it be that a little girl like Cui Chun, relying on her freshness, always likes to get in front of the master of the house? The master of the house will not remember you when he rewards others. The concubines around him gloated and retreated.

Emma, ​​are you giving your own concubine to your subordinates? Okay... It's so exciting. From the looks of the people around you, you seem to be used to it and don't notice anything wrong.

Lin Zhihuang once again realized that the status of women in this era is low. Except for wives, other women are not even human beings in the eyes of men. They can only be compared with property and goods.

The key is that the women who have been objectified don't see anything wrong with this. They have become accustomed to being men's vassals, and all social values ​​must be reflected by men.
Chapter completed!