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Chapter 22 The Great Joy of Life

Becoming a father is one of the great joys in life.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as when a long-lost husband walks in and discovers that his wife has adopted someone else's child.

This is not joy, only surprise.

Today's Wu Ya'er is like the latter.

The wife, who was married in the name but not in reality, gave birth to more than a dozen children, and the children all grew up talking, laughing, and running.

Why did you become a father?

"There are many orphans living in Guangzhou Prefecture, and the young lady has taken in some of them." Jiang Ming was accompanied by Jiang Ming, his honest and honest face full of excitement, conveying the good news to everyone, "Originally, they were kept in the mansion to raise them.

Just do what you can

, Unexpectedly, the children are extremely capable. They went to the military camp to practice martial arts hard, and they have achieved success in a short period of time. This time they all went to Anton with the reinforcements. Mrs. Wu was very fond of them, so

Thirteen people were selected and adopted as adopted sons and daughters."

He took out a thick scroll, and two followers behind him took it and slowly unfolded a long painting.

"Captain, please take a look." Jiang Ming extended his hand to invite and introduced the story on the painting, "This is a picture of a lady from the state of Chu feeling sad when she saw an orphan working."

Everyone followed what he pointed at in a daze. The first picture on the long painting depicts a section of the city wall, with civilians working, children standing barefoot, and a woman leaning over to check their feet. She turned her back to everyone and saw only

Graceful figure.

Mrs. Wu saw that the orphans were pitiful, so she took them back to the house. The next picture turned into a courtyard. In the winter courtyard, children were scattered, some were arranging flowers and trees, some were wiping tables and chairs, and a woman sat

Behind the gauze curtain, he lowered his head and held a book in his hand. Behind him were children standing in front of him, holding whisks, teacups and fragrant fruits.

Then when we arrived at the military camp, the short children in large military uniforms were practicing standing or walking in formation. Some stood upright with gritted teeth, while others sat on the ground holding their heads and crying. The atmosphere was panicked and tense.

Next, it shows the children growing up, riding horses, wielding swords, or drawing bows and shooting arrows...

"Dad, this is me."

"Dad, look, look, I am like this."

"Dad, my riding skills are better now."

The children kneeling on the ground also rushed over and crowded around Wu Ya'er, pointing to the people in the painting and introducing themselves without any restraint. This was not the first time they met, but a father and son reunited after a long absence.

There were sounds in Wu Ya'er's ears, and his arms were in a mess in front of his eyes. He felt that the already complicated paintings were even more complicated, so he looked directly at the last one.

The last picture shows two women sitting on the porch at the door, a group of children kneeling in the yard and worshiping. There are many people standing around, including servants, soldiers, generals and officials, all smiling, talking and stroking their hands.

Wu Ya'er's eyes fell on the woman sitting in the front. The mother was wearing a spring dress, leaning on the table, with melons, fruits, tea and wine piled at her feet. If she looked carefully, there were chessboards and flower cards. Although they were paintings, they revealed

There are traces of daily use. A smile breaks out on the mother's face, and she raises her hand to signal the children to get up.

Mrs. Wu was sitting behind her, her face obscured by the green vines hanging from the eaves of the corridor. All she could see was her clothes that were as light as clouds, looming like a fairy.

"Governor, Mrs. Wu has a son with Young Madam Sun Wu. Guangzhou Prefecture congratulates her for three days." Jiang Ming seemed to be still immersed in the scene at that time, raising his hand to wipe his excited tears, "Young Madam wanted to keep them by her side.

But thinking that the Governor was alone, she and his wife were comforted by each other, so she sent the children to the Governor's knees to fulfill their filial piety."

The children surrounding Wu Ya'er shouted in confusion: "Dad, the children are filial to their father." "Dad, the children will follow you to train to kill the enemy." "We help dad to kill the enemy."

The other generals, who were crowded around and had already been dumbfounded, were called back to their senses. Dad, the children's ears were touching, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Weird things happen every year, and there are especially many this year...

In the blink of an eye, Wu Ya'er had a wife and a son.

Not just one, everyone's eyes flashed and they counted, thirteen...

Well, is it filial piety to follow your father and kill the enemy? A general looked at the picture and then at the children surrounding Wu Ya'er. He finally found something unreasonable and stood up and shouted: "Wait a minute, wait a minute."

Everyone looked at him.

"Young madam, you are interested." The general thought about his words, "It is good that thirteen children will serve the governor with filial piety and help, practice martial arts and serve in the army, but I see that there are only nine people in this painting who serve in the military."

His eyes fell on the children surrounding Wu Ya'er. Although they only glanced at each other for a few short moments, the general characters of the children had already been differentiated. Among them was a boy who was thin and quiet, standing with the three girls.

Nothing against the rules.

These four people appear in the painting and never wield swords or guns.

"You don't want to practice martial arts, right? There are girls too." The general looked embarrassed, "We are all fighting now, and the governor is also fighting everywhere. It is inconvenient for you to follow me around."

Others also reacted and said, "Yes, it's too dangerous." "I can't take care of you during the march." "It's better to stay with the young lady."

Jiang Ming laughed: "These four children are not ordinary. Although they are thin, three girls cannot hold a knife or a gun, but they are very powerful."

What's so great about bragging? deceiving? coaxing? Everyone looked at the four people. The thin child was still quiet. Because everyone was watching him, he lowered his head in shock. The three girls were actually calm and generous.

"Dad, the little bowl is amazing."

"Dad, Xiaowan is a doctor. He can heal injured soldiers."

"Thank you, the small bowl can put the broken arms and legs back together."

"Dad, Ah Miao, Ah You, Ah Qiao are learning from Xiao Wan, and they are really good."

The other children once again surrounded Wu Ya'er and chatted with each other.

No one could hear what they were saying. There was only a sound of daddy, daddy, daddy... I had a headache.

"Captain, these children are very good. They are not afraid of hardship and are determined to make a career." Jiang Ming said solemnly, "The young lady believes that they will do better by following the governor, so she entrusted them to the governor."

Say a courtesy.

The children also took a step back and knelt down again.

"Dad, please stay with us."

"We will never disappoint our father and mother."

Wu Ya'er looked at the children kneeling on the ground, what else could he say? Could he return the gift from his wife?

Wu Ya'er smiled: "Okay, get up and stay."

The children jumped up and surrounded Wu Ya'er, some hugged his arms, some hugged his legs, laughing and shouting.

"Thank you, daddy."

"Daddy is so kind."

"Father is as good as mother."

Jiang Ming smiled and watched this scene with tears in his eyes. He sighed to the general beside him: "It's so enjoyable, so enjoyable." He then asked, "Do you have a painter here? I'll draw this scene and take it back to show my wife and young lady.

."

What is a painter? Can he fight? Can he eat? The general put his hand on his forehead. What are these people doing here?

...

.......

"Some of these children have changed their surnames to Wu, and some still retain their original surnames." Jiang Ming stood in the hall and introduced Wu Ya'er in detail again, handing over the list of these children.

Wu Ya'er flipped through it and saw that there were portraits, place of origin, birth date, etc. inside.

"Young Madam specially prepared this for the Governor." Jiang Ming said with a smile.

Wu Ya'er smiled and put down the album: "She is interested."

Jiang Mingdao: "Then I will go back first?"

Wu Ya'er said: "You wait a moment, I will write a letter to her."

Jiang Ming responded with a smile and stepped out. The other people in the room immediately swarmed around him, talking all over the place.

"Crow, what is this?"

"Why are you sending a bunch of half-grown children?"

"Why are you still allowed to take care of the child?"

Wu Ya'er patted the picture album and said, "This is not asking me to take care of the children. This is asking the children to come and take my place."

Substitute? What does it mean? Everyone is confused, how can these children replace Wu Ya'er? Just kidding.

Wu Ya'er said: "Because they are my adopted sons."

A general curled his lips: "What happened to the adopted son? How can the adopted son replace you..."

Wu Ya'er interrupted him, held his hands together, and smiled slightly: "What if I die?"

Official positions and military power were originally not something that a son could inherit from his father, but in today's troubled times everything is a different matter, not to mention that there are ready-made examples.

Li Fengan of Jiannan Road died, and his son, a boy of only ten years old, inherited his father's business and became the Jiedushi of Jiannan Road appointed by the emperor.

If Wu Ya'er died, he would have no biological children, but he would have an adopted son.

These adopted sons are still fighting in the army with him, so there is nothing wrong with his adopted sons inheriting his troops.

Everyone in the hall was stunned and stunned.

This, this, this...how did you come up with this? They couldn't say anything for a moment.

Wang Li, who came from outside the house and was sitting on the floor, finally spoke.

"I admire you." He murmured.


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