Chapter 102 Mother Han, who regrets not teaching her children to practice martial arts
Chapter 102
Prefect Wang Wei personally visited the house and learned that Yang Qian was going back to Daze Village for a few days before returning to Xingyang.
Six good detectives were immediately appointed to escort Yang Qian back and forth.
I wanted to decline politely, but then I thought that Deng Xian and several of his men were still on the run.
For the sake of his own safety, Yang Qian accepted Wang Wei's kindness.
Returning to the Yang Mansion in Daze Village, I explained it carefully to my mother, who had received the letter from her father and was in a very complicated mood.
At the school, he personally taught the children of Daze Village for two days. After arranging everything, Yang Qian decided to set off.
In the early morning, Yang Qian had just gotten up and was washing up when he saw his mother, Mrs. Han, leading her maidservant and walking into the room holding a large wooden box.
"Mother, what are you..."
Mother Han ignored Yang Qian, but waited for the maid to put down the wooden box, and then gestured to the maid and Zhili.
"You all go out first and close the door."
Yang Qian threw the towel back into the copper basin and looked at the wooden box with some confusion.
"Mom, do you have anything to tell the child?"
Then he saw his mother taking out a key from her arms and motioning for Yang Qian to come closer.
"This is a self-defense treasure left behind by your grandfather..."
"!!!!!" Yang Qian took a breath of cold air, a self-defense treasure?...
No, no, no, don’t think wrongly, this is historical time and space.
This is not the time and space of Xianxia, there is no golden armor talisman to use, and there are no golden bell cover secrets to practice.
"Mom, what on earth is it?" Yang Qian rubbed his hands together impatiently.
Seeing her son's shocked expression, mother Han opened the lock on the wooden box and opened the lid with satisfaction.
"Serial armor..."
Yang Qian then saw a shiny silver chain armor placed inside.
Each hoop is of equal thickness, and the ring diameter will not exceed the thickness of a pencil.
Such a well-made chain armor can really be regarded as a self-defense treasure.
Yang Qian's face was filled with shock when he saw his mother, Mrs. Han, lifting out the shining silver chain armor. "It's actually chain armor..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is called serial armor..." Mother Han shook her head helplessly.
"This serial armor uses more than 3,600 rings and weighs twelve kilograms.
This armor is flexible and close to the body without hindering movement. It is best at preventing arrows and sharp weapons from being chopped."
Seeing that Yang Qian was still in a daze, Han shouted angrily.
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you take off your coat and try it on?"
Yang Qian quickly took off his coat and put on his inner coat. With the help of his mother, Han, he pulled it off over his head.
This is a piece of chain mail with three-inch sleeves that hangs down about the waist and hips. After putting it on.
Yang Qian moved for a while, but it didn't hinder his body movement at all.
Yang Qian looked at this piece of clothing, even though he was about 1.7 meters tall, he actually didn't feel too baggy after putting it on.
"Eh? Mom, why do you think it fits so well, doesn't it?"
"What's wrong? Let me see, you kid, what are you talking nonsense about?"
"I have met my uncle. Haven't you always said that my uncle looks like my grandfather?
With my uncle's physique, this chain armor might be too thin to tie up his thighs, hiss... why are you pinching me, mother?"
Mother stared at Yang Qian angrily and funny.
"You brat, when did you become so arrogant? Have you ever harmed your uncle like this?"
"Don't talk nonsense, as long as it fits well, your mother can feel more at ease when you go out wearing it."
Yang Qian said honestly, and let his mother, Han, put his coat back on for him and tie his belt.
Han nodded with satisfaction. "Sure enough, in this way, there won't be any difference at all."
Then Han turned around and opened the door. "Ping'er, go and bring the sandalwood knife box from the bedroom."
Zhili stood there and looked at Yang Qian, but he didn't see anything different about the young master.
It's just that the young master waved his hands, raised his arms, moved his feet, and jumped up and down from time to time. Hehehe, he was silly. What's wrong with this?
"Zhili, come in, I have something to tell you..." Seeing Zhili's appearance, Han couldn't help but be polite.
"Yes, I wonder what your lady's instructions are?" Zhili replied honestly.
Han looked at Zhili and asked with a pleasant expression.
"You are quite talented in practicing archery. How have you been practicing with that short bow these days?"
"Madam, if you use a short bow, you can hit the red heart within forty steps. If you go beyond forty steps, you..."
Looking at Zhili who seemed a little ashamed, Yang Qian smiled.
"Mother, Zhili is now at home or out every day.
He will practice archery diligently, and even children admire his perseverance."
Han nodded, turned around, took off the hard bow left by Qin Shubao from the wall and picked it up in his hand.
"Well, within forty steps there are no missed arrows, which seems to be quite an improvement. Unfortunately, you are still too thin.
I'm afraid it will take some time to draw the hard bow left by General Qin."
"This time you are going to Yangzhou with the young master. You usually practice archery with a short bow, so you also bring this hard bow with you to use it to strengthen your arms.
This bow is a fine thing, but it will be bad if it is left unused for a long time."
Zhili nodded, took the hard bow from Han's hand and said with a high-spirited expression.
"Yes, madam, don't worry, I will definitely listen to your instructions and work hard.
Use this hard bow as soon as possible to protect the young master."
At this time, the maid brought a four-foot-long box. From it, Han took out a long blade with a gold handle and a shark skin sheath.
When the sword was half out of its sheath, a cold light was seen emanating from it, and ice flower-like lines were faintly visible on the blade.
Before Yang Qian could see clearly, Han put the long sword into its sheath and tied it to Yang Qian's waist with his own hands.
"Come, let me take a good look..."
Yang Qian is now nearly 1.75 meters tall, standing on the handle of a knife, wearing a wide robe and long sleeves.
Coupled with that handsome face and high-spirited spirit, Ping'er beside the mother couldn't help but praise her softly.
"Madam, the young master is so graceful and handsome, he looks just like the old master..."
"Hmm..." Han said with satisfaction, looking up and down at Yang Qian.
"It's a pity that I'm a little young and delicate. In two or three years, I'm afraid it will be almost the same..."
Han stepped forward, straightened the position of Yang Qian's sword, and whispered.
"This trip to Yangzhou is a long one. How about you bring a few more guards with you?"
"Mother, the child is going south to Yangzhou this time, and is going with several Zheng brothers from Xingyang.
Because we are in a hurry, we need to travel lightly and follow people easily. Having too many followers is not good."
Outside the gate of Yang Mansion, Han looked into the distance and watched Yang Qian riding his horse away, but the worry on his face did not express his feelings.
"Madam, you don't have to worry too much, the land south of the Yangtze River has been peaceful for a long time.
Tens of thousands of Imperial Guards will follow His Majesty in Yangzhou, so there will be no trouble along the way."
"Besides, madam, you have given your precious armor and sword to the young master, so you will be able to protect him safely."
Mr. Han sighed softly: "In the past, I always felt that Da Lang was weak, he admired poetry, and disliked martial arts.
Therefore, I have no intention of letting him practice martial arts..."
"Now that the chick is out of the cage, I feel that if I had forced him in the past, I might have been able to give him more ability to protect himself."
Uncle Song, the housekeeper, looked at this gentle and virtuous lady and thought of the heroic appearance of the lady in the past, well...