Zhang Xiaohu had a thought and picked up the characters written by Zhang Xiaohua. Indeed, he remembered seeing Zhang Xiaohua's writing before when they were at home, with uneven sizes and looking like a crab crawling on paper. The characters on this paper, however, were neatly written with uniform size. So he said to Zhang Xiaohua, who was sitting on the heated brick bed: "Xiaohua, it seems that you have great talent in studying. We might not have noticed before because of your young age, but now, it's not too late. Why don't you study literature and become a top scholar in the future, to bring honor to our family? Dad and mom would be very happy."
Zhang Xiaohua replied seriously, "No way, Second Brother. Mr. Liu and Liu Kai do have great knowledge, but could they help when our sister-in-law was bullied? Now that I have chosen the path of martial arts, I won't quit halfway. What do you think, Brother Li? How could one achieve great things if they always change their mind?"
