Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 342: The Mother of the Bomen Raises Her Stepson 9

"Uncle, I have something else to trouble you with."

Sirong's fingertips gently stroked the edge of the teacup, her tone gentle but unyielding. "You'll need to comfort the families of those children who weren't chosen."

She raised her eyes, a smile on her lips, but her eyes were clear: "When I leave, I will ask the accountant to allocate a sum of money to the clan, specifically for the clan school expenses."

Clan leader Shen Dechang was stunned for a moment, then his face was filled with gratitude: "Madam, you are so kind! I thank you on behalf of all the clan members, young and old!"

Her tone was gentle, but every word was as sharp as nails: "This money is specifically for the clan school."

"Uncle, you might as well discuss with a few elders to see whether to buy clan land or find another way to manage it. After all, we must ensure that all the children of our Shen family can recognize a few characters.

Even if he becomes an accountant in the future, he will still be a good person, right? "

Shen Dechang smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Madam, you are very thoughtful! I will gather the elders and draw up some rules later!"

"Madam, rest assured. I will personally monitor this money and make sure that every penny is spent on the clan education."

The clan leader, having received Sirong's promise, went to Shen Shishan's house with satisfaction to talk about Pan Di's matter.

Shen Junyao, who had just finished practicing with the guards, ran in like a little cannonball.

"Mother!"

A clear child's voice exploded, and Shen Junyao rushed into the room like a little leopard, his face flushed, the strands of hair on his forehead stuck to his skin with sweat, and his whole body was steaming.

He suddenly stopped right before bumping into Sirong, raised his head, and asked with sparkling eyes, "Sister Pan Di, do you want to go back with us?"

Sirong put down the teacup, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his sweat naturally, saying softly:

"Yes, there are other children in the tribe, and they are all going with us this time. Your sister Pan Di is among them."

"That's great! Thank you, mother!"

Shen Junyao smiled with his fangs showing. He suddenly pounced on Sirong and hugged her waist, rubbing his head in her arms.

After spending these days together, he became more and more like a real child, laughing, making noises, and even running to her sweating after practicing, his eyes sparkling as if filled with stars.

Of course, there is still some restraint.

Like today, this was the first time I came up and hugged Sirong.

Sirong didn't push him away.

She didn't even show any displeasure, she just gently patted his back and said softly: "Look at you, you are sweating. Go change your clothes."

After a pause, he added, "I asked Guyu to cook some sweet soup for you to drink when you come back."

She truly regarded him as a child, not a chess piece, not a tool, but a child who needed to be loved and guided.

Only then did Shen Junyao realize that his behavior was a bit inappropriate. He immediately took a step back, his ears slightly red.

He was just... so happy.

Hoping his younger brother could leave his uncle's house was one of the few things he had wished for in recent years.

But such closeness was still unfamiliar to him.

Sirong didn't laugh at him, but just reached out to straighten his collar, speaking in a normal tone:

"Go ahead, the sweet soup won't taste good if it gets cold." She was telling him that it was okay to be close.

Being coquettish, dependent, and even occasionally willful are all allowed.

He doesn't have to be tense all the time, he doesn't have to be alert all the time.

Shen Junyao pursed his lips and whispered shyly, "Thank you, mother."

When he turned and left, his steps were a little lighter than usual.

Sweet soup.

Sister Guyu adds honey to the sweet soup she cooks, which is his favorite flavor.

Sirong spent a peaceful night with Shen Junyao.

The next day, Shen Shishan's family started to make trouble.

The aroma of tea wafts through the lobby of the inn.

Sirong lowered her eyes, and gently fiddled with the floating tea leaves in the covered bowl with her fingertips, her expression calm.

Across from him, Shen Shishan was rubbing his hands with a smile on his face, while his wife was clutching her handkerchief tightly with a twinkling look in her eyes.

They wanted Sirong to take Shen Junbao away.

"Brother and sister-in-law, do you want me to take Shen Junbao back with me?"

She raised her eyes, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and her tone was gentle and almost harmless: "Aren't you afraid that I will take him back and not give him food? Or... give him a few whips for no reason?"

"How is that possible!" Shen Shishan slapped his thigh and smiled flatteringly, "Sister-in-law, you are not that kind of person!"

His wife quickly echoed:

"Yes, yes, it's a blessing for Junbao to be able to follow his sister-in-law!"

Sirong was going to take some children from the clan to the capital, and Shen Shishan and his wife knew about this.

Originally, the two of them hadn't thought about it much, what with supporting and training. He was Shen Shigen's elder brother. When his younger brother came back, how could he not take care of his nephew?

The twenty lashes he received a few days ago left him with a limp, leaving him with a limp. His sister-in-law, Sirong, looked gentle and kind, but she was incredibly cruel.

He really didn't dare to get close to her again.

But yesterday, the clan leader came to the door in person and said that Sirong wanted to take Pan Di away, and specifically mentioned: "You and Shigen are from the same mother, so she will naturally take care of you."

When Shen Shishan heard this, his mind immediately became active.

"After all, they are brothers!" Shen Shishan slapped his thigh and said to his wife, "No matter how powerful the second brother's wife is, she dares not take me, the eldest brother, seriously? When the second brother comes back, she will be in trouble!"

The more he thought about it, the more proud he became, as if he had already seen the scene where Sirong bowed her head and admitted her mistake after her brother Shen Shigen came back.

"Since you want to 'take care' of him, why not let Junbao go too!" Shen Shishan rubbed his hands, his eyes gleaming. "How can the food, clothing, and other expenses of the Bo Mansion be compared to those of a family like us?"

His wife hesitated a little: "But Junbao's temper..."

"What are you afraid of?" Shen Shishan disagreed. "No matter how powerful the second son's wife is, she still dares to mistreat my son? If she dares, when the second son comes back, I will make him divorce this evil woman!"

Shen Shishan even felt that Sirong's arrangements were not thoughtful enough.

"If you ask me, this woman is just clueless!" He said angrily, "The second son is fighting on the border. How can a woman like her support the reputation of the Earl's Mansion? She should bring our whole family to the capital and let me, the eldest brother, help manage it!"

His wife agreed, "That's right! We are his eldest uncle, and yet she only takes care of a few children. How ridiculous!"

"I'll go find her tomorrow!"

Shen Shishan slammed the table, making the teacups clink, his eyes gleaming with greed. "What's the use of a little girl? If you're going to train her, you have to train her well!"

His wife was still a little scared. After all, the whipping a few days ago really hurt her. "What if she doesn't agree?"

Shen Shishan sneered, his eyes gleaming with viciousness: "Dare to disagree?! If she really dares not bring Junbao with her, I'll write a letter to the Second Brother, asking him to divorce this evil woman!"

Shen Shishan thought he had found Sirong's weakness, but he didn't know that it was exactly what she wanted.