"The rush in the era of cold weapons is somewhat bland."

Qingqing drew on the land with a tree branch, and complained with a small mouth.

"If you give me some magnesium powder and aluminum powder, let me make a flare, and see the people in Lijia Village touch it, and light the flare so that they can't see it, I will go up and make a left jab, snap! A right whip leg ~"

I was happy to draw it, and I hummed it.

Buli, who was steaming steamed buns, looked at her funny.

"Find you some sulfur, saltpeter and charcoal, how good it is for you to make mines directly, what flares to use, jump directly from the era of cold weapons to the age of hot weapons."

Qingqing waved her hand.

"No, just beat a broken bone, why bomb people so cruelly? Besides, we can't blindly change the course of history, and we can't do any of those things that transcend the times. ”

After the final stroke, the waist is crossed satisfied.

Sure enough, she still did her job.

Yu Fa led the little brothers over.

"It's just right to come, your grandfather's steamed buns are also steamed, and one person will take one to go."

Chen Qingqing bit the steamed bun that had just come out of the pot and greeted him warmly.

The little brothers didn't have her good appetite, and their little faces were tense, and they were instinctively nervous before the war.

"Grandma, do you really know how to fight at night?" Yu Cun asked.

It's still early, and the brothers are already gearing up, fidgeting, thinking about fighting in a group at night, and their hearts are like grass growing, frizzy, and they can't lift their spirits when they do anything, and they think about fighting.

"Fight, you have to fight - the steamed buns are really delicious, and they will be cold if you don't eat them." Qingqing's relaxed tone made the brothers very dramatic, and no one dared to take the steamed buns.

Qingqing walked to the pot and grabbed a few steamed buns.

"Ahh What is this?! Yu Da pointed to the painting on the ground and exclaimed.

Those who are familiar with the topography of the village will be amazed when they see it.

Qingqing drew a topographical map of the outside of the village, where there are trees and where there are depressions, all of which are clearly drawn.

"1, 2, 3 - oh my God, the clan grandmother drew the tree so accurately, there are 3 big willow trees in this place!" Yu Da was amazed by this miniature map.

Don't look at the people in this village who were born here, let them tell how many trees are outside the village, how far apart the trees are, and where the depressions are, no one can tell clearly.

Yu Da was born with an eye for forgetfulness, so he knew best how powerful Qingqing's map was drawn on the ground.

"Rare and weird." Without leaving, his daughter-in-law is from a civil engineering background, and drawing is a basic skill.

She was in a hurry to draw casually.

If she is given some time, there is no doubt that this woman can get a sand table, not only the topographic map of the village, but also the surrounding villages.

"Little meaning, if any of you want to learn from me in the future, come, one steamed bun per person." Qingqing gave them steamed buns.

"Grandma! I am back! Ermao ran over with a big drum of more than half a meter, followed by panting and shaking.

The two children cowered and looked around like thieves.

"Brother Ermao, this drum is not ——?!" Daihatsu gasped at the sight of the drum.

Ermao cried and nodded, yes, it was stolen from the ancestral hall, otherwise how could he be so nervous as a thief.

"Put the drum there, you two wash your hands, let's talk while eating steamed buns."

Qingqing finished eating the steamed bun in two bites, picked up the drumstick, and was about to knock it.

"Wait!" The virtuous man ran over and wiped the drum with a rag to make sure it didn't kick up dust and choke her.

Qingqing knocked a few times slightly, well, yes, it works.

"My grandfather will definitely kick me if he wants to know that I stole the drum of the ancestral hall, and you will have to protect me when the time comes."

Ermao gnawed on steamed buns, and it took a lot of physical strength to carry such a heavy drum and run around his grandfather.

In the early years, the Yu clan has not declined, and there are major events in the clan to beat the ancestral hall drum, according to the rules, the ancestral hall drum can not be moved, which is a symbol of the inheritance of the family spirit.

"When the sky falls, there is a tall man like your grandfather, don't be afraid." Qingqing touched the drum with satisfaction.

The drum is not painted, the texture of the wood is very textured, and the cowhide on it has been mottled, and it looks like it has been some years.

"Tight skin, dense nails, sunny and rainy days, the same sound, is a good drum."

"My grandpa is here!" Ermao's eyes were sharp, and he saw the mountains walking towards this side, so frightened that he hurriedly dragged the little brother to block the drum, but he couldn't let his grandfather see it.

"I've tried the bass, and then I've tried the treble - no, I can't hide my true strength anymore." Qingqing adjusted the posture of holding the drumstick, and it looked professional at a glance.

"Oh?" Don't leave an eyebrow.

"When my mother was dancing in the square, I learned a hand from the drum corps on the side, and the people in the rivers and lakes gave me the nickname, the square drum king Chen."

Drum King Chen said, and his hands fell rhythmically one after another.

Knock~knock~~

The mountain stopped, and he seemed to hear the drums of the ancestral hall?!

"Full Mountain~Big Grandson~What about this~" Drum King Chen happily waved his drumsticks.

"Ah, my grandfather will kill me, definitely!" Ermao wails, the grandmother is naughty!

"You're going to have a melody?" Buli took the drumstick from her hand, and it was a hammer again.

He was so tall that a few kids couldn't stop him.

The mountain can be seen clearly, the grandfather of the clan beats the drum of the ancestral hall!

A line of big words popped out of my mind: It's over, it's all over, the feng shui of the ancestral hall is passive, and the whole village is going to be finished. The eyes are black.

Qingqing couldn't leave this trick and beat the drum and whistled.

"Yes, you can kill a group of old ladies in the square."

"Concession, and, why should I go to the square?" Whoever wants to fascinate the old lady is enough to fascinate this drum king Chen.

Do not leave the drumsticks, and hide the merit and fame.

When she was in elementary school, he was on the drum and bugle corps, and he must have studied more than her square drum corps.

"Ermao, you come down for me!" The mountain rushed into the courtyard, looked at the weak-hearted Ermao and guessed that he was making it.

Ermao swished twice to the roof of the house, standing on it and couldn't survive.

"You promise not to beat me, I'll go down!"

Man Shan was so angry that he took off his black cloth shoes and was about to smash them, so he hugged Qingqing and hurriedly took a step back and ordered coldly.

"Put it on!"

The soles of the white socks have become the background color of the black pot, don't smoke Qingqing.

"Grandma, what are you doing with the drums? Put it back quickly, if you don't let it go, there will be disaster. "The mountains are begging.

"Moving this drum is a disaster, but it is not a disaster in our village. Now that everyone is here, I'll tell you about the strategic deployment for the evening. ”

"What are you fighting a rag mouse?" Ermao and the others couldn't understand it.

"Strategic deployment, to put it simply, is that your grandfather and I taught you how to fight, the kind of frame that turns the sky upside down, do you want to learn?"

"Dry rack? But the people from Haojia Village haven't come yet, so there's no need to wait for them to come together-" Before Manshan finished speaking, Qingqing interrupted.

"Let them come, not let them take the lead, the lessons of history tell us countless times that if we hope to solve our own problems by external force, we will definitely be counterattacked."

"Huh? Then you call Haojia Village over—"

"Make a rule and tell them who is the boss in this area." Don't leave patting Qingqing, oh, it's his daughter-in-law.