"Master, how about I give him the wooden sword!"
Jiaojiao saw the middle-aged man threatening Ye Xiu and worried that Ye Xiu was in trouble, so he quickly offered.
Ye Xiu ignored the middle-aged man, gently stroked Jiaojiao's head, and said:
"Jiaojiao, remember, never compromise with bad people. This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Bad people won't stop bullying you because you compromise; they will only get worse."
Jiaojiao looked up at Ye Xiu, listening intently, and asked:
"Then if bad people bully Jiaojiao, what should Jiaojiao do?"
"Whoever bullies you, you bully them back ten times, a hundred times over," Ye Xiu said.
"But Jiaojiao is small and can't beat bad people," Jiaojiao said, troubled.
"I'd rather die standing than live kneeling!"
Ye Xiu said with utmost seriousness:
"Even if you can't beat them, you must fight. Dying on the path to charge is not shameful; dying out of cowardice, your master will be ashamed of you."
