Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

The footsteps were heavy, each step feeling like it was treading on one's heart.

A tall, dark figure in a training uniform blocked the sunlight from entering the doorway. The newcomer was about 1.9 meters tall, with a face full of fierce features and a beard that stood out like steel needles. Just standing there, he looked like a black bear that had just been released from its cage.

Wang Dapao was known throughout the compound for his fiery temper, loud voice, and hard fists; everyone had to give him a wide berth.

"Who? Who's got the guts to mess with my offspring?"

Wang Dapao's shout made the glass in the window frame vibrate.

Lin Wanrou squeezed water out of the shovel in her hand and subconsciously used it to shield Meng Yaya.

Gu Changfeng leaned against the millstone beside him, not moving, still playing with the towel he had used to wipe his sweat. His cold face showed no emotion, only a hint of leisurely anticipation in his eyes.

As soon as Wang Dapao entered the courtyard, he looked up and saw his beloved son hanging on the old locust tree like a piece of cured meat.

Wang Hu's face was streaked with tears and snot, and when he saw his father, he wailed even louder: "Dad! Help! This new girl is going to kill me! Throw them out! Shoot that damned girl!"

"fart!"

Wang Dapao's face twitched with heartache. He rushed towards the tree and reached out to rescue his son.

"stop."

A soft yet cool voice rang out.

Meng Yaya stepped out from behind Lin Wanrou, still holding the small shovel she used to dig holes, and stood between Wang Dapao and the old locust tree.

Wang Dapao looked down and saw the little girl who wasn't even as tall as his thigh. He was stunned for a moment, then his anger flared up even more, and he pointed at Lin Wanrou and roared.

"Is this the wife Gu Changfeng brought back from the countryside? Is this how you discipline your child? Call your parents out here! This little brat is so vicious, what will he be like in the future?"

Lin Wanrou took a deep breath, about to open her mouth to explain.

Meng Yaya stuck the small shovel in her hand into the ground.

With a "plop," the shovel sank halfway into the hard ground.

"Uncle, your son threw mud into my yard and even tried to make me kowtow and crawl between his legs. I just asked him to stay in the tree, look at the scenery, and calm down."

Meng Yaya tilted her head back; her neck was a little sore, but she couldn't lose her momentum.

"What, are you going to keep throwing mud at him, or are you going to kowtow to him?"

Wang Dapao was speechless at the childish question.

In all his years in the compound, apart from the political commissar and the leaders, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that, let alone a baby who hadn't even been weaned yet.

"Sharp-tongued!" Wang Dapao sneered, reaching out to shove Meng Yaya aside. "Get out of my way! Don't force me to lay a hand on a child!"

That large, calloused hand shoved towards Meng Yaya's shoulder with a whoosh. Although it used ninety percent of its strength, the force was still more than enough to knock down an adult.

Lin Wanrou exclaimed, "Ya Ya!"

However, the imagined scene of the child being pushed to the ground did not occur.

Meng Yaya's little cloth shoes seemed to be rooted to the ground, firmly nailed there. Wang Dapao's hand pushed against her shoulder, but it was like pushing against a cast iron stone block; she didn't budge an inch.

"Huh?" Wang Dapao was taken aback.

He put in two more points of effort.

Not moving.

Five parts strength.

It still doesn't move.

Wang Dapao's expression changed. His push had a force of at least several hundred kilograms; even a greenhorn would have to take three steps back, let alone a three-year-old.

"Uncle, haven't you eaten?" Meng Yaya tilted her head, her clear black and white eyes full of teasing.

She stretched out her fair little hand and gently placed it on Wang Dapao's thick wrist.

"Since you don't want to leave, then don't leave."

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Yaya closed her five fingers together.

"hiss--!"

Wang Dapao gasped. A piercing pain shot through his wrist, as if it were being clamped by hydraulic clamps. He instinctively tried to pull his hand away, but found he couldn't budge it!

Is this the strength of a three-year-old?

This is practically a human-shaped vise!

"Old Wang, that's enough."

Gu Changfeng, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, finally spoke. He walked over and patted Wang Dapao on the shoulder, seemingly casually, but actually with a hidden warning.

Meng Yaya was very accommodating and immediately let go of his hand, even wiping non-existent dust from her palm onto Wang Dapao's sleeve.

Wang Dapao clutched his wrist and stumbled back two steps, the five purplish-blue finger marks on his wrist clearly visible. His eyes widened as he looked at his hand, then at the little girl adjusting her skirt; his worldview shattered.

"Old Gu... this... this is really your daughter? You didn't give her any special drugs while she was in the womb?" Wang Dapao stammered.

Gu Changfeng's lips curled up slightly: "Like me, born with superhuman strength."

Wang Dapao was a straightforward man and a martial arts fanatic. His earlier anger, fueled by protectiveness, was instantly replaced by shock and admiration for Wang's talent.

He circled Meng Yaya twice, his eyes shining like searchlights: "What a promising talent! What a promising talent! Her stance is as stable as Mount Tai, and her grip strength is even greater than the top soldier in the reconnaissance company! Old Gu, this girl must come to my regiment in the future, and I'll personally train her!"

Wang Hu, still hanging from the tree, cried, "Dad! What are you doing! Put me down! Beat her!"

Wang Dapao was annoyed by the wailing and looked up to curse, "Shut up! You shameful piece of trash! You can't even beat a three-year-old girl, and you still have the nerve to cry? Stay up there and reflect on your actions until dark!"

Wang Hu's crying stopped abruptly, like a duck whose neck had been choked.

Is his dad crazy?

"Sister, I'm so sorry for rudeness earlier." Wang Dapao clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Wanrou, his tone much more sincere. "My son is indeed naughty and needs to be disciplined. This girl did the right thing!"

Lin Wanrou was somewhat stunned by this huge reversal and could only give an awkward smile.

Wang Dapao squatted down and looked at Meng Yaya, forcing a chrysanthemum-like smile onto his fierce face: "Girl, how about you do another one for your uncle? Or go and hold up something to show your uncle something?"

Meng Yaya took a step back in disgust.

That big beard looks uglier when he laughs than when he cries.

"I don't perform juggling tricks." Meng Yaya pointed to the millstone in the corner. "I'm already tired of holding that one. Since Uncle thinks I did the right thing, let's calculate the compensation."

"Compensation?" Wang Dapao was taken aback.

"Your son and his men trampled on the land we just turned over; that's where we were planting vegetables. Also, he just frightened my mother; you have to pay for that emotional distress."

Meng Yaya counted on her fingers, seriously calculating, "And I just lifted him up, which took a lot of effort, so that labor cost should also be calculated."

Wang Dapao was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, his voice booming: "Fine! Well done! Logical and well-founded! Old Gu, your daughter's got some nerve!"

He pulled a handful of crumpled bills and grain coupons from his pocket, didn't even count them, and stuffed them into Meng Yaya's small handbag: "Is this enough? If not, Uncle will have someone send two bags of flour over tomorrow!"

Gu Changfeng glanced at the stack of bills, but didn't stop them. He simply said, "Alright, get them out of here. Don't keep us from cleaning the yard."

Wang Dapao was in a great mood. He reached out and picked Wang Hu from the tree, tucked him under his arm, and walked outside.

"If you dare cause trouble in Courtyard No. 6 again, I'll break your legs! See? From now on, this is your boss! You'd better learn from her!"

Wang Hu was squeezed so tightly that his eyes rolled back. Looking at the little girl who was half a head shorter than him standing in the yard, an indelible shadow was left in his heart.

Those mischievous kids who had been hiding outside the wall, not daring to go far, shrank back in fear upon hearing Commander Wang's words. Even Wang Hu had been subdued; this new girl was not to be trifled with!

The courtyard returned to silence.

Lin Wanrou picked up the small handbag from the ground, her hands trembling as she looked at the pile of tickets and certificates inside. "Ya Ya, can...can we accept this?"

"Keep it." Meng Yaya threw the shovel into the basket. "Why not take the toll that's offered to us? Besides, we're new here, having food in hand will put our minds at ease."

She turned around and looked at the few small heads that hadn't completely disappeared from the top of the wall.

Then, he pulled out a handful of colorful fruit hard candies from his storage space.

She peeled one open, popped it into her mouth, and crunched it to pieces.

The rich scent of sweet oranges wafted out of the wall on the wind.

The little heads on the wall moved, and several sounds of swallowing saliva could be clearly heard.

Meng Yaya shook the shiny candy wrapper in her hand and gave the wall a pure and innocent smile.

"Hey, want some?"