Guo Jing, Guo Mo and Zhebie just chatted together until the sun was about to set, and Li Ping came back.
Looking at Li Ping from a distance, Guo Mo felt very uncomfortable.
In terms of age, Li Ping is only twenty-three or fourteen years old now. In future generations, this would have been a completely arrogant age.
But the Li Ping in front of her looked like a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing a unique Mongolian felt scarf. From the lower edge of the felt scarf, strands of white hair were faintly exposed.
When Zhebie saw Li Ping return, he hurried forward and told Li Ping in detail what happened today, and repeatedly expressed his gratitude and apology.
Hearing Guo Jing's strong chivalry, Li Ping stroked Guo Jing's head and said: "Good boy, this is how you should be a human being."
However, when she heard Guo Mo's series of performances today, Li Ping was very surprised. She looked at Guo Mo standing in front of her and couldn't believe it was him.
Guo Mo has been taciturn since he was young, timid and weak. It was also because Guo Mo had a high fever last night. He rushed to the market at dawn to sell some sheepskins in exchange for some money, and bought some antipyretics for Guo Mo.
return.
Although Guo Mo is not Li Ping's biological child, Li Ping has always treated Guo Mo as her own child. Since Guo Mo was weak since he was a child, Li Ping pays far more attention and care to Guo Mo than
Guo Jing.
Listening to Zhebie's narration about Guo Mo's performance today, to be honest, Li Ping couldn't believe it at all. Is this still the son he has raised for six years and has been with day and night?
Seeing Li Ping's surprise, Guo Mo certainly knew what was going on.
"Mother---" Guo Mo rushed over, hugged Li Ping's legs, and truly called her mother. Not only did he occupy the body of his son, but he also showed his sincere respect for this great mother.
Looking at the injuries on Guo Jing's head and Guo Mo's arms, Li Ping burst into tears.
Seeing this, Zhebie hurried over and said: "These two little kids were injured today entirely because of me. There are two ingots of gold here. You can buy some medicine for the kids or to replenish their bodies."
Li Ping stopped crying and said goodbye to Zhe: "It is what they should do to save people and help people in need. I dare not accept money from guests."
Immediately, Zhebie proposed that he would accept the two children as his disciples and teach them riding, archery and martial arts when the time was right.
Li Ping hesitated. After all, her family was all Han, and Zhebie was Mongolian. Although she did not have such a strong distinction between Han and Yi, her ancestors of the Guo family were also well-known Han heroes. If her two sons were to worship one
A Mongolian general as a division...
Li Ping looked back at Guo Jing and Guo Mo, and then thought about her husband who died tragically. If he had been herding horses and sheep on the grassland like now, how could the child avenge his family? It would be better to worship Zhebie as his teacher.
If you learn martial arts and join the army, you will have a bright future.
After much thought, Li Ping finally agreed to Zhebie's proposal to accept a disciple, and Zhebie was very happy.
Of course Guo Mo didn't have any objections. He came to the world of Condor Shooting inexplicably. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary college graduate who studied Chinese. He probably read more novels than studied textbooks.
Although he has no ambitions now, he knows that in troubled times, if he does not have martial arts to defend himself, his life may be in danger at any time.
What's more, which man doesn't have a martial arts dream in his heart? This is the Condor Shooting!
Guo Mo pulled Guo Jing and came to Zhebie. He kowtowed three times respectfully, officially accepting Zhebie as his master and confirming his master-disciple status.
Zhebie also immediately gave two ingots of gold to each of them. This time the two of them had no reason to refuse. "It is a gift from an elder." This was regarded as a meeting gift from the master to his apprentice.
Zhebie left, agreeing to wait until Guo Jing and Guo Mo grow up for two years before teaching them riding and shooting skills. He also promised to visit his two apprentices from time to time when he had time.
Zhebie, however, wanted to serve in Temujin's army and joined the army of Temujin's third son, Okuotai, and was temporarily made captain of ten men.
Of course, with Zhebei's skills, it won't take long for him to be promoted due to his military exploits. The last thing a soldier is afraid of is war. Temujin's army is fighting on all sides, and gold will shine wherever it goes.
It was getting dark. Inside the yurt, mutton wax was lit and dimly lit. The mother and son were eating dinner and chatting.
In normal times, it is mainly Li Ping who talks and asks the children what happened in the day. In order to make a living, Li Ping has to go out to work every day and cannot stay at home for too long during the day.
But today, it was Li Ping and Guo Mo who were talking: "Mo'er, you performed very well today, but why haven't I seen you speak like this before?"
Guo Mo knew that he had to give his mother a suitable explanation.
He knew that he was not Li Ping's biological child, but Li Ping didn't know that he knew it. Therefore, at any time, Li Ping was his biological mother, and the dead Guo Xiaotian was his biological father, unless Li Ping made it clear to him.
But, will Li Ping do it? There seems to be no need to make it clear.
"Mom, didn't my child have a fever last night? He was so dizzy that he kept dreaming. He dreamed that he was in a place called a school. There were many children about my age, listening to my teacher's lectures."
"It was only one night, but it seemed like a long, long time. I studied a lot of books, and my husband also taught a lot, a lot of principles and knowledge. However, when I woke up, I found that I was still at home, and I don't know why I had it in my mind.
A lot of information, I understood a lot of truths, and I became more talkative.”
As Guo Mo spoke, he secretly looked at Li Ping's face.
This is an era that believes in gods and ghosts. There are many stories about immortals entrusting them with dreams and teaching skills in dreams, but they are not so easy to come across.
Looking at her son in front of her, talking freely and in high spirits, although Li Ping still found it difficult to accept it for a while, after all, this was the son she had been with day and night for six years.
But the current look is better than the taciturn and sickly look before, right?
There was no talking all night, and the days went by normally.
Li Ping went out early in the morning and continued to do things that seemed to be endless.
Guo Mo felt it and found that he didn't feel any discomfort, so he didn't want to stay in the tent anymore. After all, he was no longer the original Guo Mo, and he also wanted to see what the desert where he lived was like.
However, judging from the meals last night and this morning, it seemed that her appetite had increased, which made Guo Jing unable to eat enough. Li Ping promised to cook more meals next time.
After breakfast, Guo Mo and Guo Jing drove the sheep out. It was said to be a flock of sheep, but in fact there were only ten sheep in total, and one of them, which was taller and looked like a sheep, was actually ridden by Guo Jing.