When Chen Qiuniang came back from the kitchen, the two little guys caught ants in the yard, leaning their heads against their heads, sticking their two little butts, and focusing on them. Chen Qiuniang couldn't help but smiled with relief. In the future, the two little guys could have a playmate together.

"Little guys, are you hungry?" She walked into the yard with the food and asked with a smile.

"Hungry!"

Yuan Qing and Niu Niu jumped up at the same time and rushed towards the kitchen first. But when they were halfway through, Yuan Qing stopped and asked Niu Niu to rush in first. Niu Niu occupied a good seat and slapped her in joy, "Brother Yuan Qing, I won!"

"Silly Niu Niu, this is Brother Yuan Qing asking you!"

Chen Qiuniang walked into the kitchen with a smile. Seeing Yuan Qing being slow, she asked him strangely: "Aren't you hungry?"

Yuan Qing scratched the back of his head, upset about his disobedience just now, "Oh, grandma, I am still in my twenties, why are you still fighting for dinner with a three-year-old girl? Is it true that I still have a little childlike innocence in my bones?"

"Yuanqing, wash your hands and have a meal."

Chen Qiuniang was dividing the bowls and chopsticks for them, and smiled and urged him, "Is my little belly so hungry!"

Looking at his aunt's gentle and kind smile, Yuan Qing's annoyance suddenly disappeared. He was only three years old! Is it normal for him to have a little childlike innocence? What's so frustrating?

He agreed happily, washed his hands, happily squeezed beside Niu Niu, picked up the chopsticks and scattered rice, muttering vaguely, "Auntie, I'm so hungry."

"Eat more when you're hungry."

When Chen Qiuniang saw him having sex, she couldn't help but put the biggest piece of meat on him with love, and asked them again, "Are you naughty when I was not here in the afternoon?"

"No! We are very well-behaved."

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After dinner, Chen Qiuniang packed up the dishes and started teaching them to study. The oil lamp in the cottage was lit, and the two children were sitting obediently on the wooden couch. There was a small square table on the wooden couch, and one was sitting on the side.

The maid Qiuju brought them a lot of paper and pens. Chen Qiuniang had the textbook himself. She dragged out a bamboo box from under the bed. This was her only property she had saved, a box of books, thirty or forty books, which were preserved because it was worthless in the eyes of the soldiers who searched the house.

At this time, the woodblock printing technology had not yet appeared. Although there were stone slab rubbings, it was mainly used for Buddhist scriptures, while books were copied by hand, so it was specialized in book copying. It was not easy for ordinary people to have a book, and it was because Chen Qiuniang was born in a famous family to have so many books.

Yuan Qing was very interested in Chen Qiuniang's bookcase. He leaned forward with a little head and smiled with a saliva: "Auntie, show me what good books are there?"

Chen Qiuniang tapped his little head gently, "Sit up and show it to you later."

Yuan Qing had to sit next to Niu Niu with her head in her arms. Niu Niu's white little fingers scratched her face and gloated at the beaten up. Yuan Qing stuck out his tongue to make a face for her, and then regretted it. Why did she live a smaller and smaller life?

"Let's start!"

Chen Qiuniang took a few books and sat in front of them. The paper and pen were ready. She had taught her daughter hundreds of words, but she didn't know how Yuan Qing knew how to read. So she asked him with a smile, "Yuan Qing, how many words do you know?"

In fact, although the words of this era are not simplified, Yuan Qing knew most of them. He did not dare to scare his aunt, so he had to scratch his head and smile: "Thousands of words!"

"It's better than Niu Niu, then we can't read and start reading."

Chen Qiuniang took a book of Songs and flipped to a page with her folded corners. She smiled sweetly, "You read it with me."

"The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water." ． ． ． ． ． ．

The sound of reading in the small house rang every day. Soon, Yang Xuangan took office as the governor of Songzhou. Mrs. Zheng was worried about her husband and followed him. Yuan Qing lived a more leisurely life. Although studying hard, Chen Qiuniang took care of him meticulously and regarded him as her own, allowing him to taste the childhood of his mother's care.

Half a year later, Yuan Qing grew taller again. As time went by, he was familiar with every corner of the Yang Mansion. Except for the sleeping house in the backyard, the several healthy women guarding the door strictly followed Mrs. Zheng's orders and did not allow Yuan Qing to go in.

Soon Yuanqing discovered another piece of the Yang Mansion's new continent.

That afternoon, while he and Niu Niu played hide-and-seek in the East Courtyard, they found a yard surrounded by high walls, and shouts came from inside from time to time.

"Niu Niu, what is it doing here?" Yuan Qing looked curious.

Niu Niu shook her head, she didn't know. Yuan Qing vaguely guessed that this might be the martial arts training ground in the Yang Mansion. The Sui Dynasty was in full swing and Yang Su started his business with martial arts. How could there be no martial arts training ground in the mansion? Yuan Qing had not discovered it for half a year. He guessed that it was probably this place.

"Let's go and have a look!"

He turned around and ran to find the door. Niu Niu had become his little follower, and he had the idea of ​​everything, "Brother Yuanqing, wait for me!" She ran behind Yuanqing.

But after searching around, they couldn't find the gate. Yuan Qing then realized that the gate of the martial arts training ground was not open in Yang's mansion, but outside. If you want to enter the martial arts training ground, you must first leave the gate.

"Or, let's climb up the tree."

Although Yuan Qing was only two and a half years old, he was physically, mature in his mind, and had a strong desire to learn martial arts. He knew nothing about the martial arts of this era, but he knew that troubled times were coming, and if he wanted to survive in troubled times, he had to take the path of practicing martial arts.

He found a big tree with a slightly lower branch, spitted into his hands, and began to climb upwards. There was an apricot tree in the yard where they lived, and he had already been extremely skilled in climbing the tree.

Niu Niu took a few steps back. She fell from the tree. She was most afraid of climbing trees and even more afraid of climbing over the wall. She turned around and ran away, "I'll go back first!"

"Niu Niu!"

"If you dare to climb over the wall, I'll tell my mother and spank you."

"Niu Niu, don't climb over the wall!"

Yuan Qing couldn't scream, and he watched her run away. He smiled self-deprecatingly. Hongfu Nu's martial arts skills are very good, but Niu Niu seems to have no interest in practicing martial arts at all. How can she be a hero in the future?

Before his thoughts could go away, he was attracted by a shout in the yard.

"Are you practicing martial arts? You are playing with swords!"

He climbed up slowly, quickly crossed the wall, and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so big!"

The martial arts training ground in Yang Mansion is the size of two football fields in later generations. It is extremely empty and covered with grass, just like a grassland. Dozens of horses eat grass leisurely in a corner of the northeast. There are more than a dozen grass man targets in the middle of the grass to practice riding and shooting.

And just inside the wall below him was a resting place, with more than a dozen large pieces of wood lost on the ground, and dozens of young men, about sixteen or seventeen, sat on the wood to rest.

The martial arts training ground in the Yang family is mainly used for the Yang family's children to practice martial arts, and it is also a place for the Yang family to protect their houses. What Yuan Qing saw today was only a part of the Yang family's children who practice riding and shooting.

The Yang family members can also practice martial arts while resting. A martial artist hired by the Yang family is guiding one of the Yang family children to practice sword skills.

Yuan Qing lay on a tree trunk and focused on watching this person practice swords. From the perspective of later generations, this Yang family's swordsmanship was very good, very skilled, with a flash of cold light and completed in one go without any stagnation, and the martial arts competition was just like this.

But the martial artist frowned and could see that he was very dissatisfied. He kept scolding: "Where is the momentum? Where is the power? Why is it like a woman embroidered? "

"Master Zhao, I think Hachiro's sword skills are very good."

A talkative Yang family member expressed Yuan Qing's voice, and he also thought it was very good! What's wrong?

"Bad is good!"

The martial artist named Zhao scolded angrily, "Can he fight against Turkic cavalry like this? Have you ever been on the battlefield? Fighting thousands of horses and thousands of troops, dozens of kilograms of heavy swords, can you dance it for a few hours without being tired? Can you cut the seven-foot Turkic cavalry and tall horses in half with a knife with a man and a horse? The small blade in your hands is less than ten kilograms, what is it if it isn't a woman's embroidery needle?"

Mr. Zhao's voice was like a bell, making Yuan Qingxin tremble, but every word he said hit Yuan Qingxin like a sledgehammer.

He used to listen to the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, saying that Li Yuanba took 800 kilograms of heavy hammers, Pei Yuanqing's hammer weighed 300 kilograms, and Yuwen Chengdu's gilded phoenix wing boring was 240 kilograms. When he was a child, he was so intoxicated that they all felt true. When he grew up, he realized that it was just an exaggeration of the novelist.

But later he happened to see an old photo of a soldier holding a seven-star sword that was said to be Wu Sangui. The long sword was taller than a human, and it was at least 40 or 50 kilograms. He realized that the martial arts in history were completely different from the martial arts in later generations. Although it was not the internal skills in martial arts novels, it was definitely not a fancy move.

In the era of cold weapons, winning with strength and courage, people's potential is also brought to the extreme. Real martial arts are by no means as simple as knowing a set of swordsmanship or boxing.

At this time, someone muttered unconvincedly: "How can everyone on the battlefield be so powerful? Can't you do it yourself?"

Mr. Zhao blushed and stepped forward and kicked, "Damn it, I'm only two hundred people long, of course not, but what about those generals? Do you think they kill hundreds of people and thousands of people hard is useless?"

Mr. Zhao's words flashed through Yuan Qing's mind like lightning. He suddenly understood a truth: skilled sword skills are just the quality of soldiers, while generals practice real martial arts. Otherwise, how is the difference between them and soldiers?

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