Mi Bao was three and a half years old, and was favored by the big bosses in the capital

Saburo led Huang Zhuolei towards his home, and the two talked while walking.

Huang Zhuolei: "Hey, I wanted to ask just now. I just met there, is a house being built over there?"

Saburo said: "Well, it is the school building for our village school."

Huang Zhuolei opened his eyes wide: "There is no school in your village?"

He thought there were reading places everywhere!

Saburo smiled and said, "It wasn't there before, but it will be in the future."

Huang Zhuolei asked curiously, "Then how can you read?"

Saburo and the others were blessed with reading and literacy since childhood. When they sold themselves to the Huang family, the price was much higher than other children of the same age, and they were assigned to work with Huang Zhuolei not long after entering the mansion.

Huang Zhuolei took it for granted that the brothers went to school.

Saburo explained: "My grandfather taught me."

After a pause, he added: "My father and my elder brother also teach some occasionally."

Huang Zhuolei said, "So, there are quite a few scholars in your family?"

Saburo: "My grandfather used to study for a few years, but he stopped studying after he got injured. But he likes reading very much, so he also has requirements for us, at least he must be able to read and write."

Huang Zhuolei gave him a sympathetic look, "Study is so painful, it was not easy for you before, right?"

Saburo was puzzled, "Why is it not easy? I think reading is not painful, but very happy."

Huang Zhuolei rolled his eyes, "Hmph, a bookworm like you really has nothing in common with me! Hurry up, I'll play with Erlang!"

Under his urging, Saburo quickened his pace.

Walking, Sanlang looked at the door of the house not far away, raised his finger and said: "Sixth Young Master, that is my house!"

In fact, Huang Zhuolei didn't do much exercise. He was out of breath after walking for a long time, and was about to give up. Hearing Sanlang's words, he ran towards the far gate over there as if he had been beaten.

"Erlang..."

Huang Zhuolei rushed in excitedly with a loud voice, and threw a small sandbag on his forehead.

"Ouch! What!"

Huang Zhuolei covered his head and looked at the sandbags on the ground, "What is this?"

"This is a sandbag." A soft voice sounded, Huang Zhuolei followed the sound, and saw two little girls standing in front of him holding hands, looking up at him with their small heads.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Mi Bao asked again: "Brother, are you in pain?"

"Six young masters?"

Erlang trotted over, unbelievable: "Why did you come to my house?"

Huang Zhuolei fixed his eyes on Mi Bao's face, "Is this your sister?"

"That's right. This is my younger sister, named Mi Bao." Erlang introduced enthusiastically, and smiled quite complacently: "How about it, isn't it pretty?"

Huang Zhuolei nodded heavily, "Yeah, it's very pretty, just as good-looking as my sister in my dream!"

While talking, he bent down to pick up the sandbag and handed it to Mi Bao.

Mi Bao took it with two small hands, and said softly, "Thank you brother."

When Huang Zhuolei heard her words, his round face smiled like a flower blooming brightly in the sun, and he blurted out a sentence, "You must be my long-lost sister! My brother finally found you!"

As he spoke, he was so excited that his two fleshy hands were about to pinch Mi Bao's tender cheeks.

Before touching it, Mi Bao was carried away.

Erlang took a few steps back with Mibao in his arms, frowned and said, "Young Master Liu, what are you talking about? Mibao is our sister, so it has nothing to do with you!"