Chapter 152 The old father who loves like a mountain
Chapter 152
Yang Ning picked up the tea cup with a sigh on his face. The tea cup that had been drunk before was filled with tea soup by Han in a timely manner.
Suck...ha...the image of the leisurely veteran cadre appeared on the paper, which made Yang Qian feel a strong sense of joy.
Yang Qian felt happy, but his old father Yang Ning felt helpless inside.
"I didn't expect that my son would do so many things in such a short period of time. It is really beyond my father's expectations."
"First I invented the art of engraving and printing, and then I presented a Double Ninth Festival gift to His Majesty."
"A poem called "Poetry for Harmony" is even more...even more eye-catching."
"I thought that my son would be able to calm down for a while, but I didn't expect that once this barrel-type waterwheel came out, it would be another achievement that had to be dedicated to the court."
Yang Qian already showed signs of being disheartened when he saw his father's handsome face.
He touched his nose in embarrassment and explained, "Actually, the kid doesn't want to do this either..."
"But who would have thought that this year we would have so much more land in our house, but Xingyang County would suffer from successive disasters, making it difficult for the people to live."
Yang Ning nodded heavily.
"Yes...if we can't replenish the autumn seeds, I'm afraid it won't be until next spring.
Xingyang doesn’t know how many people will leave their homes and become homeless as a result.”
"And my son's barrel-type waterwheel will definitely be able to greatly alleviate the water problems of Xingyang counties. This is a good thing that benefits the country and the people."
What followed was a slightly awkward silence.
Mrs. Han took a look at her smart and sensible son and her dazzlingly handsome husband.
I also feel like I have a headache. Others are complaining that their children are not smart enough or capable enough.
But at home, we have a headache because our son is so smart and knowledgeable.
This would be a great thing if you were showing it off to your best friends, but if you keep it at home, it's really a bit...
Suck...ha...after another rhythmic sound of drinking tea, Yang Ning's expression gradually returned to calmness.
His gentle and jade-like gaze with deep fatherly love fell on Yang Qian.
"My father finally understood the meaning of a word."
"I wonder which word my father understands?" Yang Qian was a little confused and didn't quite understand why his father said this.
"Father's love is like a mountain." Yang Ning took a long breath and spit out these four words.
Yang Qian: "???" Yang Qian was completely confused. Can a father's love like a mountain have any profound meaning?
Mrs. Han also looked in confusion at her husband, who couldn't get enough of her.
"What do you mean by this, husband?"
Yang Ning smiled kindly. "My son is astonishingly talented. He is an unparalleled talent. However, if the trees stand out in the forest, the wind will destroy them."
"As a father, you should love your children, be responsible, and move forward with a heavy load.
As a father, you can never watch your children have to endure wind and rain at such a young age."
"Although a father is not a big shot, he can protect his children from wind and rain, so he will naturally do his best."
"Therefore, as a father, even if you are burdened with the weight of mountains, you must still bear it on your shoulders."
"Father..." Yang Qian's eyes felt warm unknowingly as he listened to this less formal and less mainstream explanation.
"Da Lang, your mother and I have nothing but full appreciation for your intelligence and knowledge."
"What you do is all for the country and the people. As a parent, I can only be happy. Is there any reason not to be happy?"
"I'm just a father. In order to continue to protect you, I can only shamelessly inherit my son's achievements. It's really..."
"What my father said is inappropriate. It's the children who made the decision without permission, causing the father to go against his will..."
"Okay, okay, look at how polite you two are, it makes me feel sour both physically and mentally."
Han's words made it difficult for Yang Qian to continue talking, and his father Yang Ning also smiled casually.
He regained his calm and carefree spontaneity.
"My wife is right. Da Lang, my father knows that you are very independent. Back then, your grandfather once gave me this sentence.
Today, as a father, I also give this gift to you. It is enough to do things that are worthy of heaven and earth and worthy of your heart..."
Yang Qian looked solemn and bowed deeply to his father who was as gentle as jade but also had inner persistence.
"Children, please obey your father's orders."
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The snow that night was not heavy, and in the early morning of the next day, the remnants of last night's snow could only be seen in the corners.
After breakfast, the whole family should have been sitting together happily talking about homely things.
But the problem is, Xiumu's father and mother at home are always flirting with each other ambiguously.
Yang Qian, his biological son with a huge appetite, was stuffed with a full stomach of dog food.
In order to avoid this kind of situation that was harmful to children and their physical and mental health, Yang Qian simply took Yang Wugou to the market for a stroll.
The new city of Dongdu was completed. At the beginning of the construction, tens of thousands of wealthy businessmen from all over the world were moved there.
Subsequently, he successively ordered all the prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River to "separate the families in the imperial examinations into houses in the eastern capital, named the capital capital, with more than 6,000 families."
Counties in Hebei "sent craftsmen to accompany the capital, more than 3,000 families" (Du Bao's "Miscellaneous Notes on Daye").
At that time, wealthy businessmen gathered in Luoyang, the sky was like a cloud, all businesses were prospering, and it was very lively.
There are three large markets in Dongdu, which are divided into North Market, East Market and South Market. Yang Ning's mansion is only two blocks away from East Market.
Moreover, within the Eastern Capital, there was a constant flow of people coming and going, making it difficult for carriages and horses to move. Naturally, Yang Qian had no choice but to lead Yang Wugou there on foot.
When we got not far from Dongshi, the crowds became increasingly dense.
Yang Qiansheng was afraid that Yang Wugu would be hit by someone, so he simply picked up his soft and cute sister and continued moving forward.
A handsome and elegant young man with a precious sword on his waist and a white jade hair crown on his head.
In his arms, he held a cute and cute little lady with skin as thick as snow, eyes as dark as a pair of stars, and as bright as stars.
This combination really attracts the attention of passers-by, and many passers-by can't help but glance sideways and point out.
About a hundred steps away from the East Market, a girl in a red dress "accidentally" dropped the fragrant handkerchief in her hand, which happened to land three steps in front of Yang Qian.
A pair of hot eyes fell on Yang Qian's handsome and handsome face.
Yo yo yo, someone wants to tease me, little brother?
Yang Qian glanced at it, holy shit... those acnes on his youthful and beautiful face made his hair tremble.
With Yang Wugou in his arms, he took a long stride, jumped over Xiangpa, quickened his pace and ran past.
Young and beautiful girl with acne: "..."
Zhili: "..."
Fortunately, after all, it is in broad daylight, and such brave women are rare.
At most, he just looked at Yang Qian with burning eyes.
Yang Qian went on calmly and bought an exquisitely made little candy man for little Wugou in his arms.
When he saw Xiao Wujia eating the candy, he narrowed his eyes happily. Yang Qian also had a bright smile on his face. At this moment, he suddenly felt a tightness in his waist.
"???" Damn it, who dares to untie my belt in broad daylight?!
ps: Thank you to book friend Gongzi Wuzang for your support. I will continue to ask for collections and recommendations. When the weather is clear, I will continue to work hard and work hard to write good stories.