Chapter 1820 He Also Has Something Wonderful

That little one is already four years old now, is his temper okay?

"He has a good temperament. My aunt and my mother like it. Recently, he got a small wooden sword. It really resembles his great-grandfather."

Shen Dingshan stroked his beard with satisfaction, it was natural, his great grandson should be like him, there is only one.

He glared at Yu Wenyu again, it was really dead wood, if it wasn't for his grandson, he sometimes really wanted to strangle him to death himself.

How could he have such a stupid grandson?

And when no one was there, Lao Yuyi found the opportunity to talk with Yuwen Yu Haosheng.

"Cousin Yu, why is it that every time the foreign family sees you, they are cold-blooded?"

Yu Wenyu was very embarrassed, and he was right.

I don't seem to blame him for this, do you?

"I'm afraid of knives."

"Oh..." Luo Yuyi understood, "then use a sword."

"The same fear."

"Then what are you afraid of?" Every man should have a natural affinity for swords and the like. Why, cousin Yu is actually afraid of swords.

"Then..." Luo Yuyi thought about something that wouldn't hurt Yu Wenyu's self-esteem.

What are you not afraid of, cousin?

"Scissors."

Yu Wenyu got the right finger again.

"This is actually very easy to handle. There are men who use scissors as weapons. There seem to be some good ones in my house. I will find them out and give them to my cousin." Actually, Luo Yuyi really thought about it, even if It doesn't matter if they don't have it in their house, it's not the palace.

Don't forget, there is a treasure from the previous dynasty in the palace.

Dongbai is one of the treasures of the previous dynasty. Although there is only a handful of Dongbai, you can definitely find other things to replace it.

Yu Wenyu pointed his finger again, and then he raised his head to take a peek at Luo Yuyi, and lowered his head quickly.

"Cousin, what else did you say?"

Luo Yuyi knew that Yuwen Yu definitely had something to say.

"kindness……"

Yu Wenyu's voice was small and small, and in the end it was almost the sound of mosquitoes.

"I'm still afraid of... blood."

"Luo Yuyi..."

At this time, the soldiers of the entire military camp were very happy, because they had a lot of food, and this food would fill up several of their warehouses. It seemed that there was not much from the carriage. It is found that this number is really quite a lot.

It also fully filled several of their grain depots. These grain letters, according to their daily rations, if they saved some food, it would be enough for them to eat for about a year and a half, and a year and a half. After loading, there will be new food next year.

In the kitchen, I also carried bags of rice into it. Today, I will give everyone a good meal. When I am full, I will have a good sleep. They will get up early tomorrow to train. It is also the people of the barbarians who are going to fight. No matter how dare they come, let alone seeing them, even if they hear their names, they will flee in fear.

In a room, Xiao An picked up the candlestick on the table and blew the candlestick, but inside the room, there was no dust, even a very soft and clear light, although it was not as good as the daytime The light is far better than the light of ordinary candles.

Under such light, reading books and writing characters will definitely not hurt your eyes.

And these lights come from the night pearl in the candlestick.

Xiao An put the candlestick aside, also came over, and helped Luo Yuyi to polish the ink.

While grinding, he leaned up to his head, but as soon as he saw so many words, he felt dizzy and his eyes were blurred.

"Sir, what did you write on it?"

He looked at these words for a long time, but he really couldn't recognize a few.

"Didn't I teach you to write?"

Luo Yuyi took the pen on one side, and after moistening the tip of the pen, he began to write on the flat rice paper.

Xiao An scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Son, those words are too difficult, I can't learn a little."

"You are too lazy."

Luo Yuyi's sharp point was unable to refute a half word of Xiao An's choking.

Because he is lazy, but these are really difficult, he has only recognized a few, and now he has to recognize one character, one character, many strokes, and it is difficult to write, how can he do it, he only needs one When I hold the book, I want to doze off. What I learned today is learned. Everything taught by the son has been learned, and every one has been recognized.

But when he woke up the next day, he didn't know another one.

Luo Yuyi picked up the pen with one hand and flipped through the yellowed book with the other, and wrote every word on the paper.

"The son's handwriting is really good."

Xiao An raised his face on the table. Anyway, he felt that his son's writings were the most beautiful, and each of them was written so beautifully that he didn't know any of them.

"My brother, your son's words are the best."

Luo Yuyi didn't dare to boast too much about his calligraphy. Among the brothers, each of them had their specialties. He has always been studying medicine, so he didn't have much thought about practicing calligraphy. As for the second brother, he was everything. Learning, he can learn everything, but in the end, it is also related to his temperament. He kills the Quartet, but nothing is too brilliant.

Only the eldest brother has always been rigorous in his work. Although he is not casual, he has no perseverance. Therefore, his writing is the most powerful. This is what the master said.

Compared with his two brothers, his words can only be said in general.

"How did the old lady write?"

Xiao An was very curious. Shen Qingci's hands are very powerful. People say that when you use plain hands to make perfume, your fingers should be very flexible. Then, this writing must be excellent, right?

Luo Yuyi put the pen in his hand a little, and also gently smoothed the tip of the pen.

"Your old lady's words are a little worse than her perfumery skills."

Her mother's words are so-so, and her mother said that all her time is used to earn my son. She is a layman, who can't compose poetry, draw, sing, and dance.

So she never compares her poetry with others.

In this world, when it comes to making money, there is really no one who can compare to her, because she has another adventure, and she has two treasure-hunting foxes.

In this world, there is a word for giving up. If you have one thing, you will give up the other, so the mother's hand-made incense, you will also give up those things.

But these also vary from person to person.

"Although words are like life, sometimes words are not good, but people have wonderful things."

"Is the son talking about Xiao An?"

Xiao An pointed to his nose, "Xiao An also has something exciting."

"kindness?"

"What's so exciting about you?" Why did Yuyi never know, what's so exciting about Xiao An?

Xiao An is loyal to the son, Xiao An patted his chest, "Xiao An can take good care of the son, and Xiao An also runs very fast."