Wang Baozhu lay on the ground refusing to get up, her body covered in dirt and grass.
"I was hit, nearly beaten to death. If you don't explain yourselves to me, I won't get up!" Wang Baozhu said, glancing triumphantly at Feng Qingxue. She had heard that those in the military were concerned about their reputation, and there were many formidable people among them. Being new to the place, she must firmly press down the opposition, make them dare not resist, so she could assert herself in the barracks as she did back home.
Good-natured people are taken advantage of, and tame horses get ridden.
These were words of wisdom passed down from their ancestors. If she didn't show some firmness, others will only bully her.
The noise woke up Xibao.
He lifted his head from resting on Sang Hong's shoulder, rubbed his eyes with the back of his small fist, turned his head every direction, his eyes, not fully open, searching for his mother, "Mama, Mama, I want to drink milk!"
