When he was patrolling that night, Zhao Xueli carried his bow and arrows on his back, which made Shi Ping and the other boys envious.
"I just brought it to show you," Zhao Xueli said. "There are only a few bows. Whoever has mastered them will hold them first."
With these words, Shi Ping's blood boiled.
Shi Ping said: "Uncle, can you show me first?"
Zhao Xueli then took off the bow and handed it to Shi Ping.
Although you can't see clearly at night, you can tell it's different by touching it with your hands. Shi Ping said: "In the past, someone in the village picked up a broken bow on the battlefield, repaired it when he went back and showed it off, and we were not even allowed to touch it.
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"That bow doesn't feel as good as this bow."
Zhao Xueli shook his head: "Ours can't be compared with the ones used in the army. The ones in the army are very powerful. Their arrow clusters are all made of iron and can shoot through the armor on the body."
"It's not necessarily impossible," Shi Ping said. "Didn't you say that? The people in the village use it to shoot wolves."
These words make people feel comfortable. However, Zhao Xueli will not lose his gratitude to the Wang family because of this.
It turns out that when people are happy, they are really stupid and have nothing in their mind.
Several people talked, and when Niu Daochang brought someone to replace him, Zhao Xueli gave the bow he was carrying to Niu Daochang. He did not go back directly, but went to the houses next to the East Village.
"Even if I couldn't leave at that time, I should have looked for you more carefully."
Huaiqing continued: "Don't feel embarrassed. We are ordered to stay in the village, and we are idle when we are idle. Archery seems easy, but it is still difficult to be accurate. If someone can give us some guidance, we will get started faster."
It was not easy to find suitable wood in the mountains at this time. What they had accumulated before was gone after selling it a few times. Shi Ping and Feng Laosan were still worried about this matter.
Zhao Xueli's eyes lit up. If they didn't want this, the Wang family would just give it to them...
Zhao Xueli nodded: "It was Cha Shuo who said it, so it shouldn't be wrong."
Shi Jiu said: "Why is it different?"
Zhao Luoyang said: "The little mute is different from everyone else."
"Mr. Zhao," Huaiqing bowed and said, "The girl told me before, I guess you can come tonight too."
Huaiqing said: "Let's just say it. Tomorrow morning at Yin time, I will be here waiting for Mr. Zhao. You can follow us and take a look first."
Zhao Xueli said: "I just heard Sister Luo say that I know you have been here all the time. How can I be so embarrassed... It's such a cold weather to keep you outside for a long time."
Zhao Xueli thought for a while and said: "Then let them bring it. After burning it, count the wood discount and make the charcoal cheaper. Don't worry about making money at this time. Human life is important. The charcoal kiln cannot be stopped. Just burn as much as you can.
How many."
As soon as they reached the house, Huaiqing greeted him. Although it was the first time for the two of them to talk, Huaiqing had been in Fengxia Village for a long time, so he naturally knew Zhao Xueli.
Zhao Luoyang didn't know why, but he felt that Shi Jiu's words were a bit strange, and the tone of his words... seemed to be that he knew what the little mute had done.
Zhao Xueli was even happier.
Huaiqing said: "Not only archery, we can also teach boxing and kicking. We go to the forest not far away every day to practice. Anyone in the village who wants to practice boxing can just follow us."
A group of about seven or eight men followed them all the time. He and Feng Laosan set up a stall not far from the government office. They would always see officers walking around, so those people did not dare to attack them.
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Shi Ping looked at the bow carefully again before returning it to Zhao Xueli: "If we have this thing on us when we sell charcoal, we won't be afraid of those people."
Can you not be considerate? There are too many things that Mrs. Yang is thinking about. She finally understands what it means that stupid people have stupid blessings.
Zhao Xueli responded: "Mom is still thoughtful."
But that night, the little mute really ran back.
Zhao Xueli said: "You guys should be smart and take a good look at the wood. There is nothing wrong with it." Compare this to yourselves. In the cold winter months, the house is ventilated and there is no charcoal fire. How difficult will it be? They don't care about themselves, and they can't give up. Give others things, but they can do such a thing.
Zhao Xueli was a little unfamiliar with this title, so he said to Huaiqing: "You're welcome."
Zhao Xueli smiled and nodded: "Yes, we also want to prepare some, just in case we need them."
Shi Jiu suddenly remembered that once on the way home, he met someone getting married. The man was so excited that he fell when he got off his horse.
"The little mute shouldn't leave," Shi Jiu said after a while. "He should find ways to stay in the village. Even if he returns home, he should find ways to escape."
"Well," Zhao Luoyang responded, "there's no comparison."
Zhao Luoyang and Shi Jiu said: "It seems that the little mute has some explanations in private. This is good. It is more secure to learn from the little mute than to learn from the villagers."
Shi Jiu said: "It's his fault."
Having said this, Shi Ping looked at Zhao Xueli: "There are also emigrants who asked us that they have some wood in their hands. If we don't have enough wood, can we bring theirs over? After burning it, we should sell the charcoal to them at that price. .”
The two of them went into the house to talk.
Zhao Luoyang said: "How old was the little mute then..."
The room was much warmer than outside, and there was boiled hot water. Huaiqing immediately brought a bowl to Zhao Xueli.
Huaiqing continued: "We brothers have been riding and shooting since primary school. If you have anything to ask about bows and arrows, just come and ask us. There is someone in the village who wants to learn. You can also tell me and I will find a place to teach." them."
"Don't say that," Huaiqing said, "We also provide nursing homes for our families. We are used to doing this. The girl even vacated the room for us to rest. We brothers are really grateful. Besides, we are here to protect the yamen. The government office and the young master mean that you help the government office so much and you can’t let anything go wrong in the village."
Zhao Xueli didn't expect the Wang family members to talk so cheerfully. On the way back to the Zhao family, he couldn't help but laugh.
After entering the house, he whispered this matter to Mrs. Yang.
The two talked for a while before Huaiqing asked: "I saw you holding a bow and arrow from a distance today. Did you get it from the village?"
Shi Jiu was delighted: "Do you think the little mute is better than Cha Shuo?"
"Little Mute and Cha Shuo... why do you ask that?" Zhao Luoyang said, "How can they be the same?"
Shi Ping said: "Although we don't have much charcoal, it may ruin their market. Several immigrants I met today said that they would not buy high-priced charcoal to use even if it is frozen."
"Don't the people in the village treat us like this? How about we earn this money?"
Old Mrs. Yang almost couldn't help but tell the story about the little mute. After thinking about it, she forgot about it. He was not the one running the family anyway, so she and her little granddaughter just had to know what happened.
Shi Ping nodded: "Uncle Feng and I think so too."
Sister Luo had talked about Huaiqing before, so he had to go and thank the Wang family.
Let the rest of you be confused for now!
Old Mrs. Yang said to Zhao Xueli: "Learn from others and don't cause too much trouble to them. It will be hard to repay the favor later. When you get up in the morning, I will prepare food and you can bring it to them together."
Shi Ping and Feng Laosan went out to sell charcoal. Although there was not much charcoal, they still attracted the attention of those who sold the charcoal at a high price. Every time they arrived in the city, those people stared at them with fierce eyes.
Zhao Xueli said: "It's really not troublesome?"
Shi Jiu felt so weak: "Can't anyone compare with the little mute?"
Mrs. Yang knew that the young master of the Wang family was a little mute. When her son said this, she was not surprised at all. The little mute liked to run with Sister Luo since he was a child, and now he has people guarding Fengxia Village. How can he be so different?
Is something wrong?
It made her feel dazed for a moment, as if she was talking to a little mute.
Zhao Xueli was too embarrassed to always ask people in the village, so it would be better to learn directly from Huaiqing.
I don't know if it was because he mentioned the little mute to Shi Jiu that Zhao Luoyang didn't sleep well that night. He dreamed about the scene when the little mute was picked up by his family.
People around me said that I was so happy that I was so happy.
Looking at my son's appearance, he seems to have received such a treasure. It's really...
Zhao Luoyang was startled by this question.
A smile appeared on Shi Ping's face: "Then I will promise them when I see you tomorrow."
That's it.
Zhao Luoyang suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. It took him a while to see the moonlight coming through the window.
After waiting for a while, she finally let her consciousness sink into the system and talk to Shi Jiu.
"Shijiu."
But what surprised her was that Shi Jiu didn't respond.