Hangzhou, West Lake.

Four children in their early teens were rowing the boats and wandering around the island. Several children laughed and scattered a big net. After fishing for a long time, they gained a lot.

The oldest boy said, "Go back, it's getting late, and the mistress is still waiting for us to go back and cook."

A little girl smiled very innocently: "Today there are these net lake foods, and the owner and Fat Grandpa should have a few more cups."

"Yeah, only by serving Fat Grandpa can you have a good life and you will get less beaten."

When the little girl heard about being beaten, she giggled: "It's still the brother named Wang Mingli who takes the beating. When he sees him being beaten every day, he can still be full of energy."

The oldest boy laughed when he heard this: "I have seen him practice swimming every day recently. I heard that he is going to swim on the lake shore, haha..."

"When the Eighth Master and Niu are caught back, I'm afraid I'll be hung on the tree and beaten."

The four of them laughed so hard that they leaned back and forth. The boat slowly landed on the dock, and the four of them went to the island with bamboo baskets, and smoke from the cooking stove was curling.

The little girl Xiyu has become a big girl, with a bronze sword placed next to the needle and thread box. From time to time, she is seen stroking the needle in her hair and then slowly sewing it.

A little girl next to her served, serving tea and water, handing over thread and cutting.

Xi Yu suddenly remembered something and said, "Look for a few bigger ones to send to Brother Zhong, where is Mrs. Zhong? Mrs. Zhong just got pregnant, and the fish soup is just right to nourish the body."

The little girl nodded: "Yes, mistress, let's go and give instructions."

Xiaodaoer outside the door was already sitting under the peach tree, and there was an inexplicable momentum, as if the blade had just been sharpened and its sharpness was revealed. Xiaodaoer has grown up now, and his beard has gradually become hard, with a clear outline, and even has the smell of sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Not far away, Yang Sanpang shook his head and hugged his belly. It was still hot in the south in late autumn. Yang Sanpang sat down with his shirtless buttocks, and sat on a bench rattle. I think he was a little fatter again.

"Boy, is it born?" asked the fat man.

"Well, just now, when I was wiping the sword, I was born with it." Xu Xiaodao seemed a little happy.

The fat man was not surprised. Since returning from the army, Xu Xiaodao has been wandering around the gate of the innate world and smiled and said, "You Xu family don't know what kind of species you are, they all have such a natural gift."

Xu Xiaodao replied seriously: "The seed of military men."

"You guy is really boring. I'm just telling a joke, and you'll answer it seriously." Yang Sanpang said with a lip.

Xu Xiaodao is still serious: "Uncle Master, please forgive me."

Yang Sanpang felt even more boring and said, "Why haven't you learned the slick words of the scholar? How interesting it is to chat like that."

"Uncle Master, I am not as good as the young master." Xu Xiaodao was still serious.

"Drinking, three sticks can't beat you." After Yang Sanpang said this, he picked up the wine glass and signaled to the place where no one was around, and said, "Ershou, you drink too. It's no fun to accept such a dull disciple."

Ershu cursed: "Fatty, my apprentice, you can't even envy me."

Sanpang also scolded: "I don't envy you, a dead ghost."

Xu Xiaodao was drinking on his own. He was not surprised by the schizophrenia, but just took a look at the tomb not far away.

After drinking a few drinks, Xu Xiaodao suddenly spoke, "Uncle Master, let me take Xiyu to the capital." "The scholar asked you to be an official?" Yang Sanpang said casually, but there was still a little reluctance in his eyes that could not be hidden.

Xu Xiaodao shook his head: "If you don't become an official, I won't be an official. The young master just asked me to live in the emperor's house, saying that there was no peace and no one disturbing him, and that there was still someone to take care of his daily life."

"Well, Master Xiucai asked you to monitor the emperor."

Xu Xiaodao nodded: "That's what the young master told me to protect the emperor's life and monitor the emperor."

"Are you going?" Yang Sanpang asked.

Xu Xiaodao nodded: "Go, there are martial arts from various schools of thought in the Golden Palace Guard of the Imperial Palace. If Xi Yu had a child, there would be good teachers in the palace. It would be better to be able to do something for the young master than to do nothing here."

Yang Sanpang pointed to Xu Xiaodao and said, "You said you are so young, why did you plan so many things? I have lived for decades and have no plans for it again. Life is one day."

"Uncle Master, are you living a boring life?" Xu Xiaodao suddenly asked.

Yang Sanpang nodded: "It's boring."

Xu Xiaodao did not answer.

Yang Sanpang said again: "But he can't die. I hang myself and play that day. I hang my neck for half an hour, but I haven't died. I'm a fairy."

When Xu Xiaodao heard this, he laughed: "Uncle Shi, even the Wei people and thousands of troops didn't kill you, so you can live well and live a hundred years old."

"A hundred years old? He's still a treacherous life." Yang Sanpang cursed himself, gnawing fresh fish, eating fat meat, and his mouth was full of oil.

Not far behind Yang Sanpang, a man was staging his horse, and he didn't dare to move. He smelled the fragrance of wine and meat, and he cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, even if he was whispering in a low voice.

After dinner, the man finished his horse stance and ran to look for Xu Xiaodao carefully, begging Xu Xiaodao to take him back to the capital.

It is of course useless to beg for help. He was beaten by Fatty again and was really hung on the tree.

Perhaps, Xu Jie is really taking care of Wang Yuanlang's descendants.

Perhaps, Yang Sanpang is really boring to live.

Perhaps Wang Mingli has really gone his luck, but I don’t know how lucky he has.

Nowadays, Xu Xiaodao is more and more able to drink, and he likes drinking more and more. He keeps drinking every day.

In a vague way, Xu Xiaodao can still recall the past when in Xujia Town, in order to join Xu Jie to drink, he squatted in the paddy fields in winter, touching loaches and eels everywhere.

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaodao suddenly laughed and wanted to have a few more drinks.

A major incident happened in the capital recently. In order to purify military discipline, Xu Taishi supervised and killed soldiers who violated military laws in the school outside the city, with a total of 318 people.

There was a lot of discussion in the capital, and countless people went out to see it. Most of them did not see it with their own eyes, but they all felt the solemn atmosphere.

After this, there was no more wandering military man in the capital, and even the business of those gambling houses was much worse.

Some people praised Mr. Xu for his skillful means and good at regulating the army.

Of course, some people also said that Master Xu was cruel and ruthless and wasted his life.

However, the sound of the training of the camp outside the city every day reminds everyone that the method of Xu Taishi's army was effective.

Winter is also here. In the north, snow falls thousands of miles away, grass withered and yellow, sheep move south, cattle and sheep enter the pen.

In the city of Bianjing and in the Privy Council, everyone was busy and read every official document repeatedly.

At this time, Xu Xiaodao entered Beijing.
Chapter completed!