Zhu Gaochi reads every morning and shoots in the afternoon.

His brothers followed him.

Zhu Gaochi and the third child with two stars in his eyes, the two watched Zhu Gaochu riding a horse-drawn bow and shooting arrows, ten arrows can shoot six or seven arrows, which made Zhu Gaochi on the side sigh that talent is really a big killer.

Yes is yes, no is no, and it is not okay not to admit defeat.

The second son was surrounded by a circle of martial artists, so hot that Zhang Quan, who came back from the mining area, stomped his feet secretly.

His whole body of glory and wealth is tied to the eldest prince.

The martial artists in the school field, although they are also respectful to the eldest son, are closer to the second son, and Zhang Quan is anxious in his eyes.

If it goes on like this, it has become the future team of the second son.

The emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry.

The more you are not me, the more likely you are to worry.

"Master, do you want to try it?"

Can't help but agitate.

Zhu Gaochi shook his head.

He can ride a horse, and he is also familiar with drawing a bow and shooting arrows, but people are more popular than people.

Seeing his young master's timid appearance, Zhang Quan turned his head helplessly, not wanting to look at the upsetting things ahead.

"Let's go."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhu Gaochi opened his mouth, intending to do what he should do.

"It's not time yet."

Zhang Quan reminded.

Zhu Gaochi glared at Zhang Quan.

Xu is not a mediocre woman, let alone the mother of Emperor Wanli in history.

Since he persuaded the Xu family, the Xu family will not interfere with himself.

The real elite has long gone to the battlefield with King Yan to kill the enemy, and made contributions to the future.

The three melons and two dates on the school field, they don't look down on Zhu Gaochi, and Zhu Gaochi doesn't look down on them.

There may be talent among them.

But who knows?

Anyway, Zhu Gaochi didn't hear it.

In the city of Beiping.

Where are the talents that can be confirmed?

Talent is unlucky, he comes back from being wounded on the battlefield, sighing at home, depressed that he missed the opportunity.

……

An ordinary courtyard.

"The master, when you come back, you will be listless, let you go next door to borrow fire, you don't want to speak."

in the compound.

A man fiddled with utensils that looked like iron pots, and the house in the middle was a woman's unrelenting complaint.

"It's better to use a fire sickle to fiddle with Yang Sui's kung fu, otherwise the slave family would have already cooked a meal, even if you are not hungry, the children are still hungry."

Both the yang flint and the fire sickle are tools for making fire.

The impact of the fire sickle and flint produces sparks, igniting velvet and igniting firewood, which is commonly used by ordinary people.

It has been spread to New China, and it is still used in many rural areas in the fifties and sixties, and it is one of the main means of making fire.

Yang Sui gradually eliminated.

This object is concave with the sun's rays, the left hand adjusts the angle, and the right hand holds the dry mugwort, using the focus of the sunlight to ignite.

The words of his wife behind him seemed to have not heard and turned a deaf ear.

Mother-in-law, of course, mother-in-law.

What is there to argue with the woman's family, the more you argue, the more you will not forgive, but you will not be at ease.

Seeing that the handful of dried wormwood in his hand was scorched and green smoke came out, the man smiled happily.

People always have hobbies.

The man's hobbies are different from ordinary people, he likes to fiddle with all kinds of strange things.

This thing requires the work of water grinding, and people who are not careful will not be able to bear this annoyance.

And you have to master the heat.

This kind of inner training, and the careful study of the differences, make the man enjoy it very much.

His son inherited his father's business and went out with the army, with the intention of making meritorious contributions, but he failed and returned.

Although life and death are inevitable on the battlefield.

I picked up a life and came back, and my neighbors sighed that their lives were big.

But others can think like this, but they can't.

I made too many mistakes that I shouldn't have made.

Think it carefully and draw conclusions.

Or he was anxious, committed a taboo on the battlefield, and attracted danger.

Regrets?

It's a pity.

But next time, I won't let myself regret it.

After a great deal of effort, the dry Ai that had just been a little hot in the man's hand recovered as before, and only a little scorched black remained.

The man turned his head again.

The woman in the middle saw her man's behavior through the window, and she was angry and funny, and she didn't scold.

"Anyway, it's your son, and it's your son who is hungry, so you can play hard."

The words that have not changed for thousands of years come out of the woman's mouth, making the man cry and laugh.

"Yes, yes, it's just our son."

While speaking, a spark appeared again, and the man blew skillfully, and a fire gradually appeared.

Put it in the brazier, ignite the rest of the dry wormwood, hunch over to protect it, and carefully send it to the stove.

"Can Zhu be at home?"

Outside the courtyard, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Zhu Neng heard an unfamiliar voice, and asked loudly as he walked to open the door.

The woman was puzzled.

In normal times, her husband's bitter brothers often come to the door to eat, and she is used to it, and she has no complaints.

But now, my husband's brothers are still fighting in the desert.

It was also thanks to his brothers who desperately dragged her husband back and saved her husband's life.

No matter how much she ate, the woman was willing to cook it.

"Knock knock."

There was only a knock on the door.

"Hey, dumb."

The man opened the courtyard door, and only two people were seen in front of him, an adult and a teenager.

"Who are you?"

Seeing that although the other party was dressed ordinarily, the boy was not like a teenager, and the adult was not like an adult, the man asked vigilantly.

"May I ask if it's Zhu Neng? We are Zhu Gaochi. ”

……

The man was dumbfounded.

He hadn't seen the sons of King Yan, and he didn't know the names of the sons, but the characters in front of him were easy to guess.

The surname is Zhu.

is in Beiping City again, although he is dressed ordinarily, the person behind the young man is obviously the attitude of the entourage around the nobleman, and the confident tone of the young man is obviously not an ordinary person.

The second son's age is wrong, and the third son's age is even more impossible, only the eldest son is in line.

"Big ...... The eldest son? ”

Zhu Neng, who has always been calm, is incoherent and tentative.

Zhu Gaochi was full of smiles.

Those generals, what Fu Youde and the like, don't say that he can't climb others, even if he can! How can he?

It's the person in front of you who can get it in your pocket.

Real talent.

A few years later, he was promoted by Zhu Di to deputy Qianhu.

Then it was to fight for the throne, just four years, to fight in the south and in the north, and become the future pillar of the Ming Dynasty, the governor of the capital, and the prince of the country.

Zhu Di personally identified.

His merits rank second among the heroes of the Jing Dynasty.

Now.

It's just an ordinary hundred.

Of course, the living conditions of 100 households are higher than those of the common people.

But who are you?

The son of the head of the Yanwang Mansion.

In front of himself, the other party is still a person in his father's army, like the gap between heaven and earth.

"Let's come to visit the wounded warriors, you fought with our father, and you were injured in the line of duty, we can't treat you badly and make the warriors feel cold."

Behind Zhu Gaochi.

Zhang Quan was holding a delicate food box in his hand, and looked at the man in front of him curiously, nothing out of the ordinary.

There are many fierce men in the army who can fight and kill.

"Small...... Small ......"

Zhu Neng was at a loss.

The emotions in his heart are complicated, no matter how calm he usually is, now he has lost his sense of proportion.