When Yan Qi was busy sending and receiving letters at home, the letter from the young master Yan, who was wandering far away, also arrived at the Yan Mansion, and he had written back every ten days and a half to report his whereabouts, but unfortunately because he had to travel every day, the Yan family could only receive the letter unilaterally, and could not write back to him.

Judging from the content of the letter, Master Yan is playing well outside, the content of the letter is mostly what he has seen and heard along the way, and he often sends some local products back to his home through the local "express company", and then looks at the stamp of the relevant local departments on the letter cover with a seal and mud, knowing that this kid is indeed honestly going all the way to the east - Yan Zike is also relieved, but the other people in the family are not as big as his wonderful father, the old lady and Mrs. are crying again, and the child is distressed and distressed. The old lady also sighed, and became more and more tightly bound to Young Master Yan Shi - now that Young Master Yan Jiu is older, he always runs out every day in addition to classes, except for inviting Old Master Anri, he generally can't see him, and he can't supervise his studies from time to time like when he was a child, so he empathized with Yan Xiaoshi's body, and saw that Tian'er carried him to the study to study and study, although Yan Xiaoshi is not as talented as Young Master Yan Jiu, he can never forget it, but it is better to have a Confucian father, and his genes are not much worse, and he seems to have a literati demeanor at a young age.

Watching Yan Xiaoshi study seriously, the old lady was happy, and then looked at the youngest grandson who was carrying a small bucket and holding a small shovel and passed by his door seriously, the old man raised the idea that he should also enlighten the child, and caught the second son to go home early, called him to his own study, and told his son about this thought, but his second son was particularly beaten and leaned against his old man's beloved Nanmu Qiaotou desk with his hands in his arms, and his tone was full of disgust: "It's too early for this child to be enlightened, right?" That kid is not yet three years old, and he can still scare himself out when he farts, what can he understand?"

The old lady's beard shook: "If you don't understand, you have to teach him! Do you want to let Jing Long be a martial artist like you in the future, and live the days of licking blood on the tip of the knife every day?!"

"It's okay," Takefu didn't feel that his profession was bad at all, "I think that kid can do it, his skin is very solid, and he doesn't cry when he slaps his stomach." ”

"You-" The old lady was so angry that she wanted to pull her beard, "You are going to let the child be wasted! Have a good child, you want to send him to the battlefield?! Send him to the ghost door closed?! I don't care! You must settle the child these days! If you don't recognize the better Mr. Enlightenment, let Ziheng help you find it, and then let your eldest brother find it for the child!"

"Dad," Yan Zichen laughed, "Don't shave your head and pick your head hot, I'm too young now, I don't know anything yet, first arrange a way for him in the future, in case he doesn't want to go......?"

"your fart!" The old lady finally couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth at her son, "Be a fart monk! You know that he likes to practice martial arts?! What's wrong with Congwen?! If it weren't for your unfilial refusal to listen to me, would you let that kind of thing fall on your head?! Will you be sent to Saibei to guard the border for 12 years and not be able to return home?! Will it involve the second daughter-in-law to run all the way to find you alone? The generals are the knives used to kill people, and you have to do all the dirty and bloody things......"

"Dad," Yan Zichen snorted and lowered his arms around his chest, "If it is said that a military general is a knife that kills people, then Wenchen is the hand that holds the knife, and it is not much cleaner than a general, and whether it is a military general or a general, whether it is a knife or a hand, they can only obey the command of the head." Dad, I never expected Jinglong to be an official in the future, as long as he doesn't grow into a gentleman and can live on his own, I will let him go, he can do whatever he wants, and it is rare to live a smooth life for a lifetime. ”

"Fart! Fart!" the old lady slapped the table, "I won't tell you unscrupulous! In short, I won't allow you to be a military general in the future, and I can't watch him achieve nothing! If you can't teach the child well, I'll teach the child, and my old arm and leg can still struggle to live for a few more years! You go—take your third brother—no, call your eldest brother! I'll let your eldest brother find the best Mr. Enlightenment for Shocking!"

Yan Zichen looked at his father's beard and glaring, and at this moment he wanted to borrow a line from his daughter to give it to his father: Don't be willful.

"Come on, don't be angry, let's do it," Yan Zichen took a step back, "Let's let Yan Jinglong choose by himself?" He didn't give him a catch week when he was one year old, so just make up for it, let him catch it, and take whatever road he catches in the future, it's always okay, right?"

The old lady is actually not good to cross the father's intervention too deeply, and he had to reluctantly agree when he heard the words, and his eyes turned to his heart, and asked him to prepare the stationery used to catch Zhou, Yan Zichen agreed with his mouth, and the son walked on the front foot of the old man's back foot and let people immediately make a set of stationery for children to catch Zhou, and it was required to be exquisite and beautiful, which could attract the interest of children.

Find someone to see a good day, the ceremony of making up for the week is set for three days later, and I will not invite outsiders, my family will have a meal together, and then watch Xiao Shiyi catch things, and make do with the process, and in these three days, the old lady took advantage of Yan Zichen's absence from work, and brainwashed Xiao Eleven every day, and taught Xiao Eleven with that set of mini stationery: "Let you catch something in a few days, will you catch this, do you hear? "The old lady also looks like a child the older she gets, and people often say that "old children, old children" come from this.

Little Eleven agreed, and the grandfather and grandson happily reached a behind-the-scenes deal.

So on the day of the week, everyone went home for dinner, and after eating, they moved to the kang side of the living room of the upper room, and first put the things that were made to catch the week - these things were provided in each room, and they were also for the sake of lively intimacy.

The brightly dressed little eleven was hugged to the kang by Yan Qi, looking at the messy things on the kang, and then at the messy adults on the side of the kang, frowning: "Why are you guys?"

"Pick one of them you like. The old lady smiled and said to her grandson.

"Go ahead, pick and choose. Everyone encouraged him.

The old lady stood in the front, picked up his beard and circled his fingers, and then glanced at his grandson, this is the code agreed upon by the grandfather and grandson, Xiao Eleven immediately got it, smiled at the old lady "I understand", swayed and walked two steps on the kang, and in front of the four treasures of the mini study room placed in the most obvious place, he raised his foot and kicked the kang down.

The old lady's eyes almost fell under the kang with him--what's going on with this little bastard?!It's been discussed well, why do you still play on the spot when things come to an end?!

"Giggles!" Little Eleven laughed wildly under the old lady's glare, as if he was pleased by his grandfather's cute and angry expression, and immediately kicked again, kicking the little abacus next to him off the kang, and after kicking it, he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows to see his grandfather's expression, and then there was a burst of wild laughter.

"This kid! is still playing games with his grandfather!" the old lady cried and laughed beside her, "and pick him up." ”

The girl standing behind her hurriedly went over to pick up these two things, and very cleverly placed the four treasures of the study in front of Xiao Eleven's eyes.

"Toss and beat you again!" Yan Zichen saw that the old man was getting more and more unhappy, and glared at his son, "Pick! Pick one you like, don't touch anything else!"

"What are you yelling at the child!" the old lady protected her grandson, and when she heard this, she glared at her second son fiercely.

Xiao Eleven was aggrieved, pursed his mouth, turned around and hugged Yan Qi, who was standing by the kang: "Pick sister." ”

"Don't pick my sister!" Yan Zichen lowered his face.

"Pick a girl. Little Eleven pointed to the second wife.

"You can only pick the kang on it. Yan Zi said.

"My sister is on the kang. Little Eleven pulled Yan Qi on the kang.

"Hey, you stinky boy—" Yan Zichen rolled up her sleeves and was about to come up and fight with her son.

"What are you doing again!" the old lady hurriedly grabbed him, turned her head and said to the second wife, "You come to coax Brother Taki." ”

The second wife stepped forward with a smile, took Xiao Shiyi in her arms and patted her, then let go of him and pointed to the kang: "You pick one of these things, and then play with it for the rest of your life, which one do you want to choose?"

Xiao Eleven still wanted to pick Yan Qi, but Yan Qi waved at him: "You can't pick me, it's going to be bad." ”

I can't let my sister break it, Xiao Shiyi had no choice but to nod, and stood in the middle of a kang object with his hands and looked around, and the old lady was there again, and Xiao Shiyi didn't bother to pay attention to his grandfather, so he took two steps with his hands, bent his waist, picked up the objects under his feet, and raised them up for everyone to see: "Play this!

It was a bow, made by Yan Qi himself.

The old lady's beard shook for a long time, closed her eyes hard, and when she opened them again, she finally let out a long sigh, and didn't say anything more, Yan Zichen curled the corners of her lips behind her head.

After the end of this week-catching meeting, which was more than a year late, everyone went back to their respective rooms, and the family in the second room went to sit in the summer residence, Yan Qi was holding Xiao Eleven in his arms, and Xiao Eleven was still holding the bow in his hand.

"You stinky boy," Yan Zichen walked beside him, glaring at his youngest son with a smile, "Why don't you listen to your grandfather, don't you like that beautiful set of four treasures of the study?"

Xiao Eleven yawned and shook his head, as soon as the little meat arm stretched out and grabbed Yan Qi's neck, he was about to fall asleep with his head directly on Yan Qi's shoulder, but the small bow in his hand was still held tightly.

"How is it, girl," Yan Zichen glanced at Yan Qi with a smile, "Do you want to accept this apprentice?"

"It's a bit of a mess. "Yan Qidao, but—" Of course," she said, "I have a hunch that Yan Jinglong will become a great archer, and will carry forward the archery skills of the mountain god for generations to come." 166 Reading Network