A five-year-old child was practicing archery, with a middle-aged man standing next to him, and around a dozen guards with swords.
Not far away, there was a panda, chewing bamboo and defecating at the same time.
"Teacher, can I have a rest?" the child asked.
The strong man smiled and said, "Go ahead."
The child immediately dropped his bow and arrow, jumped towards the panda, rubbed the panda's head and said, "Mouse, come and play with me."
"Crack!"
The panda was trying to break the bamboo in one bite, ignoring the children and concentrating on enjoying the food.
The child took out a handful of preserved fruits from his arms and said with a smile: "Look, mouse, what is this?"
The panda threw away the bamboo in an instant, hugging the child and acting coquettishly, with a pile of fresh poop standing on its tail.
After a while, the child's clothes were scratched by the panda, and there was a blood mark on the back of his hand. But the child endured the pain and laughed, having a great time playing with the panda, and even used preserved fruit as a reward to command the panda to do various things.
A funny act.
The child's name is Song Ce, or Wang Ce.
In comparison, the name of the panda is very unpleasant. Who knew that when Song Ling'er picked it up, it looked like a hairless mouse.
As for the middle-aged man, he is Wang Yuan's martial arts teacher Yuan Gang. He is already the number one general in Shuidong and the commander of Song Ling'er's bodyguard. He has 4,000 Miao soldiers and 800 Qing soldiers under his command. His eldest son Yuan Zhi also
That is, Yuan Da's elder brother, currently serving under Song Gongzi's account, commanding five hundred soldiers of the Song family.
"Master, Master!"
A servant of the Song family came running towards Yuan Gang and said, "General Yuan."
Yuan Gang was practicing his sword, put away his sword and asked: "What's the matter?"
The servant explained: "Today I will receive the imperial edict. The eunuch has already arrived. My wife asked the young master to go back and receive the edict."
Yuan Gang immediately waved to Wang Ce: "Ace, you're home."
"Oh," Wang Ce ran two steps, turned around and waved to the panda, "Rat, come back with me."
The panda suddenly ran like a pug behind Wang Ce. When going downhill, he stepped on the air with his front paws, curled up into a fleshy ball, and rolled down the mountain, making Wang Ce laugh.
Countless people had already gathered in Beiya, because they had been here three days ago and knew that the eunuch was coming to read out the imperial edict today.
Song Gongzi was also among them. The year before last, he blindly started multiple projects. Although they were all projects that benefited the people, they attracted collective resistance from the chieftains and the people. This man finally knew how powerful he was, and while easing family conflicts, he cultivated a good relationship with the people.
, and stopped most projects.
However, the school construction project has not stopped.
After the reform, the Song family was still in charge of nine small chieftains. Each chieftain had at least one social school under his jurisdiction. Mr. Song was promoting culture and education.
"Grandma!"
Wang Ce ran with his calves.
Song Ling'er smiled and waved: "Ace, come here quickly."
Wang Ce threw himself into his mother's arms, looking around with his big watery eyes: "There are so many people today, are we going to have a social drama at home?"
Song Ling'er smiled and said, "You have a share in receiving the imperial edict." Suddenly, she saw the holes in her son's clothes, "He was scratched by rats again. Go back to the house and change into a new one. Don't be disheveled when receiving the imperial edict."
As soon as Wang Ce changed his clothes, the eunuch arrived at Beiya and said with a smile on his face: "Song Ling'er, the daughter of Song Ran, the former Youxuan comfort envoy of Guizhou, and her son Wang Ce have accepted the order!"
Song Ling'er immediately pulled her son over, stood upright, and listened to the eunuch reading the imperial edict.
The general content is that the emperor granted Song Ling'er a marriage and granted Song Ling'er a third-grade imperial title. However, after taking back Song Ling'er's position as a royal guard and letting her get married, she must return to the capital to live in the capital and can no longer control the military power of the Shuidong Song family.
Wang Ce, who has just turned five years old, is a member of hundreds of Jinyiwei households and will start to receive his salary now. If he takes part in the imperial examination in the future, as long as he is a scholar, his position as Jinyiwei will be automatically cancelled.
The eunuch placed the imperial edict on the incense table. Song Ling'er took her son to kneel down, and the rest of the Song family also knelt down.
After the ceremony, the eunuch took the big red envelope, congratulated him for a while, and left Beiya with satisfaction.
Mr. Song smiled and bowed and said, "My sister, congratulations."
"Thank you, brother," Song Ling'er smiled happily and then sighed, "It's a pity that I won't be able to lead troops in the future. Living in the capital must be very boring."
Song Gongzi said: "A girl's family should support her husband and teach her children. It is a man's job to lead troops and fight."
Song Ling'er was too lazy to discuss this kind of topic with her cousin, and only said: "Brother, you are too arrogant. After I leave, you must be careful about Xiaoxiao. I will also hand over all the 4,800 elite soldiers in Yuan Gang's hands to you.
But don’t treat them badly.”
"Don't worry," Song Gongzi said, "General Yuan can fight. From now on, we will rely on him more in the Shuidong war. Alas, I don't know when Ruoxu will come back. I haven't seen him for many years and I miss him so much. Unexpectedly, he has already become a
The left minister of the Ministry of Rites."
Song Ling'er smiled and said: "Isn't my brother also the ambassador of Guizhou Youxuan?"
Song Gongzi said with shame: "I, as the ambassador of comfort, are in a mess, and there are still many things to learn and improve. I said that governing a big country is like cooking small delicacies. Now I have a deep understanding of it. Let alone governing a country, it is governance.
In the land of chieftains, there is no room for impatience. The wind and drizzle must be gentle and the things should be moistened silently."
Song Ling'er reminded: "Don't be too gentle. If you push too hard, they will object. If you give in too much, they will push even further."
Mr. Song nodded and said: "I understand. This is a matter of heat. If the heat is too low, it will not be cooked properly. If the heat is too high, it will fry the pot."
The two brothers and sisters chatted for a while and then went to prepare themselves.
Song Gongzi went to prepare a dowry for his cousin, and Song Ling'er also called Yuan Gang over, planning to hand over his elite soldiers in advance.
Although they are said to be elite soldiers, they are actually not out of work. They farm when they are busy and drill when they are free. But the advantage is that they are all young and strong, and they do not perform corvee service, so they have more time and energy for military training.
Moreover, these soldiers were allotted land, which was unclaimed land after the war, so they fought very bravely.
Song Ling'er explained the matter clearly, and Yuan Gang accepted the order and retreated.
Wang Ce lay on his mother's knees and asked, "Mom, is dad coming back?"
"Yeah, I'll be back soon." Song Ling'er smiled.
Wang Ce was immediately ecstatic and clapped his hands and said: "I can see my father, I can see my father. Huh, whoever dares to say that I don't have a father again, I will beat him to death with a stick!"
Song Ling'er suddenly frowned and asked with a frosty face: "Who said you don't have a father?"
Wang Ce said: "Those classmates in the clan school, Song Kuan, Song Zhen, and Song Pu, they always laughed at me, but I let the rats scare them, and Song Pu was scared to pee."
Upon hearing that they were all children, Song Ling'er finally suppressed her anger, put on a smile and asked, "Did A Ce study today?"
Wang Ce nodded and said, "Well, I memorized eight sentences of "The Thousand Character Essay" this morning."
Song Ling'er rubbed her son's head: "Hurry and recite it to grandma."
Wang Ce followed his teacher's example, shaking his head and reciting: "If you know your mistakes, you must correct them, and if you can, never forget them. Don't talk about the shortcomings of others, and rely on your own strengths. A messenger can be overturned, but the desire of a tool is hard to measure. Ink is sad and silk is dyed, and poems praise lambs."
Song Ling'er asked: "Do you know what it means?"
Wang Ce nodded and said: "Yes, sir, you have already said it. If you know you have made mistakes, you must correct them. If you learn useful skills, you must master them and never forget them. Don't talk about other people's shortcomings casually, and don't rely on your own strengths.
arrogant……"
"So smart," Song Ling'er was very happy and praised, "When my grandma was your age, she couldn't even recite the Three Character Classic. A Ce was already learning the Thousand Character Classic."
Wang Ce held his head high and said: "When I grow up, I want to take the top prize like my father!"
Song Ling'er laughed happily: "As long as Ace works hard, he will definitely be able to take the first prize. But he still has to insist on practicing martial arts. Your father is both civilized and martial arts, and you can't be a weak scholar."
Wang Ce said seriously: "Mom, I'm not weak. I can chase and beat up classmates who are older than me."
"Hahahaha," Song Ling'er laughed heartily. After laughing, she warned, "Don't fight with your classmates casually."
Wang Ce said: "I will not lose. Even if I lose, I will let the mice tickle them. I will definitely scare them into tears!"
Song Ling'er said: "Rates are beasts. They don't know their severity and will scratch people to death."
"Oh, then I won't let the mice scare them." Wang Ce listened carefully.
"So good!"
Song Ling'er picked up her son and said, "Let's go, grandma will take you to ride a horse."
Wang Ce was overjoyed: "Okay, I can ride a horse again."
Of course, a five-year-old child couldn't ride a horse alone. He was always held in Song Ling'er's arms.
The mother and son were riding horses in the bamboo forest, followed by more than a dozen guards, and a panda was running and having fun.