The border of the Zhou State is extremely chaotic, with the back of Xiliang, and there are occasional bandits, and after a hundred miles, it is the Qin State. The distribution of forces here is mixed, and there are murders from time to time. The nearest city to this is Chaocheng.

And her home is only more than ten miles away from Chaocheng, and the Zhengzhuang that was destroyed by the Xiliang Tartar is only seven miles away from here.

War is all around her.

Zhao District pursed his lips, looked at the vast green mountains, and said in a low voice, "I heard Zhan Lan say today that Xiliang Tartar went to Zhengzhuang. ”

Zhao Er'er was stunned for a moment, and his face was a little solemn.

Smoke curled in front of him, and a dignified figure stood under an elm tree.

Zhao Dianqu himself slipped off the horse's back skillfully, "Auntie." ”

This shout woke up Zhao Er'er.

"Auntie, I'm back." Zhao Erer saluted and led the horse back to the courtyard.

"Hmm." Zhao Lin smiled gently, squatted down, looked at Zhao District, pinched her little nose and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry," Zhao nodded honestly.

Zhao Lin smiled heartily and pulled her into the house. "Come, my aunt has prepared two fragrant meatloaf for you today."

Inside the house, there was some alcohol.

There was a middle-aged man holding a wine jug by the windowsill, unconscious.

Zhao sighed faintly, this person was about to drown in the wine jar.

Zhao Lin went to the kitchen to serve things, and only the father and son were left in the house.

"Do you know when my father was sober and talking to me?" Zhao Erer touched her head, "It was four years ago, when you were just born, he stood at the door and asked me to bring my mother a bowl of chicken soup to the kitchen." My father used to be a very elegant person, and what he loved most in his life, in addition to books, was his mother, all of which were indispensable. It's a pity that when his mother left, he didn't love books anymore, but loved wine. ”

Zhao Er'er looked lonely, looking at the man in the green shirt, there was a little more disappointment in his eyes, and he hoped that he could pick himself up again.

Zhao Lin walked out with a plate, and the meatloaf exuded an enticing aroma.

"Come, sit down and eat"

Zhao sat quietly and took the chopsticks to divide the meatloaf into four proportional parts. Each of the three of them took one and kept an eye out for someone waiting for someone to sober up.

After eating, Zhao made a pot of wine for his father as usual, let him hold him in his arms, and she went to the study alone.

The study room is very large, and the collection of books is also extensive, most of which are military books that she has never seen.

She went inside, picked up a book from the shelf, and flipped to the marked page in the middle.

She was fascinated by it, and there were 448 ways to arrange the formation, and every thirty-two formations could be called one game, referred to as fourteen rounds. In the fourteen rounds, each formation can be connected to form a new game. It's wonderful.

In her previous life, she was like this, sitting in her father's study, looking at all kinds of books, poetry, prose, and tactics to be a little astronomy and geography, she had read them all, and her favorite was still those metaphysics.

"Is that so, Kan displacements half a step, the door of life turns to the door of death, and then leaves the position of life, seven steps back, position, kill." She held the book in her hand, muttered to herself, and began to calculate in the air with her other hand.

The daylight is gradually tilting, and night falls.

The words in front of him became more and more blurry, and Zhao finally came back to his senses from these formations.

"Just, do you want candles?" Zhao Erer shouted outside.

"No, you don't." She rubbed her eyes, and the various formations in her mind alternated vertically and horizontally, and for a while, she was a little dizzy. The most energy-consuming thing about the calculation formation is the one.

Well, it's better to rest early.

She put down the book, made a mark on the page, closed the door, and walked out.

Who knew that there was a person outside who was even more fascinated than her, Zhao Erer sat on the stone platform with "Zhou Guogong Policy Theory" and shook his head and read it.

Zhao was helpless, he didn't know what to say for a while, he sat on another stone bench gently, looked at the palace policy of the week with his cheeks up, and pouted.

It's not that she looks down on this kind of book, the content on it is really fake and empty, and it is extremely useless.

Zhao Lin sat on the side sewing clothes by the faint candlelight, and his eyes swept to the two of them from time to time, extremely relieved.

"I've never seen a kid who loves to read as much as you two." She stopped her stitch and said with a smile.

"My brother's books are useless." Zhao said suddenly.

The sound of reading stopped, and Zhao Erer looked at his sister sitting next to him in surprise, trying to find a trace of innocence from that beautiful face, but to no avail.

She was serious, she really felt that the books he read were useless.

Somehow, he was a little angry.

But over the years, he has always been a good brother, and he has never been angry with Zhao, and he doesn't know how to let her know that he is angry.

Therefore, he glared at Zhao District, his eyes were full of seriousness, and he said word by word, "It's useful." ”

"It's useless." Zhao shook his head firmly.

"It works!"

"It's useless." She said these two words for the third time, and she got her wish, which angered the gentle little brother.

Nine-year-old Zhao Erer finally got angry and annoyed, he snorted coldly, put together Zhou Guogong's strategy, and turned around and entered the house.

The back is free and easy, and there are seven big characters written in the bastard, which will not give you general knowledge!

Zhao Lin was stunned, watching these two quarrel for the first time, she didn't know what to say.

It took a long time for her to laugh under her breath.

"It's funny."

The next day, dawn.

The morning light was just right, and Aunt Wang next door pushed the tofu stall out of the door, pushed the car, and walked more than a dozen steps before she found that something was wrong, she patted her head and remembered that there were two people missing.

She hurriedly put down the tofu cart and ran back, went to the gate of a courtyard, and shouted: "Aunt Zhao, why didn't your two dolls go out." ”

"Aunt Wang, my brother doesn't have to go to school today."

A childish voice came from the yard, four-year-old Zhao climbed the ladder, sat on the wall, looked at the disappointed Aunt Wang, and said with a smile, "Auntie, are you a little unaccustomed." ”

"Ouch, what kind of wall are you climbing for a child, go down quickly, I'll be alone today" She returned to the tofu stall and pushed the cart forward.

On weekdays, there are always two children and three people who say this, and it is much easier to walk such a long way.

It's really like what the little guy said.,I'm a little unaccustomed to it.。

"Come down." A low shout sounded from behind.

Zhao turned his head, looked at the tsundere brother with a straight face below, and giggled, "Are you still angry?" ”

Zhao Erer turned his face away and ignored her.

"Good brother, don't be angry, I take back that sentence, the book you read is quite useful." At least if you are admitted to the child's examination, you can become a cultural person, which can be regarded as a meritorious person.

Hearing this, Zhao Erer reluctantly nodded, turned around, helped her down the ladder, and said slowly, "Yes, the theory of national public policy has been around for a long time, and you can't comment on it, besides, there will be the spring exam in five days, and my brother will definitely pass the exam, and then I will take you to the capital, how about it?" ”

"Beijing?" She was surprised and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to go to the capital?" ”