Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Qin Xiuyuan didn't sleep all night. It was New Year's Day, and things were changing so fast that people were caught off guard. The woman he had just coaxed was now angry and silent. His children were waiting for him to take them out to play, and he had to go to the military camp in the afternoon to discuss military matters. "Alas!"

He leaned against the door and sighed softly. The man who had always been full of vigor and spirit now felt unbearable fatigue in his waist and back. Wang's eyelids twitched, and she led him to sit down. "Well, well, well, my son Dayou'er. Wangshu is really amazing. When you were not at home, all the men who came with invitations, delivered invitations, and local officials passed through the courtyard and came to the study. After an hour or two, none of them came out unhappy. She wore different clothes and makeup every day, and she also asked Dabao and Xiaobao and those unshaven and dusty merchants to bring food. The child was very adorable and got a lot of food and toys, and listened to stories. Every day, he came out of the martial arts room, washed quickly, and came to guard the door and waited for it to be opened. Anyway, it was very harmonious."

...Hearing these words, Qin Xiuyuan's brows tightened and loosened. Is this how the women in the harem speak and act? There are sharp thorns in the cotton, ambiguous and suggestive.

"In this world, men generally hold power, money, and women. Otherwise, how can I say Shushu is better than men? Others are willing to do things for her, and when they negotiate business with her, they obey her ideas. Mother, don't play around with the backyard tricks here. No one knows Shushu better than me. If you continue to be so sarcastic in the future, don't come to the main room."

Qin Xiuyuan turned back to his room, thought for a moment and said, "You've been watching Cousin Wang Jing too much!"

Wang's face immediately turned pale, almost lifeless, "You...you...how did you know..."

Qin Xiuyuan turned around and said sympathetically, "I was just guessing. It seems I was right."

"Mother, don't slander others' innocence just because you've seen too much."

Wang was struck by lightning.

Hearing that the two children were eagerly waiting for another man to come and ask for a hug, Qin Xiuyuan proudly returned to the room with his beloved son and daughter in his arms, and called to the little woman who was facing the door, "Shushu, I've prepared a carriage. Let's take the children out for a stroll."

As soon as the brother and sister touched the ground, they scrambled to get on the bed, clutching strings of copper coins. "Mom, Xiaobao will buy you some pearl flowers." "Mom, Dabao will buy you some food!" One string of coins nearly hit Wangshu's eyes, another nearly stuffed into his mouth. Wangshu tilted his head and was about to refuse, but the men were already choosing clothes and accessories...

Through the drawn bed curtains, the brother and sister, confined to the bed, peeked through the densely packed holes. Dabao complained: "Dad is dressing Mom, why can't I watch!"

"Mom, you wear a red hat, just like Xiaobao, it looks good."

Listen to this comparison, it's terrible for men. What's the use of Dabao having so many parts? It lacks brains.

Qin Xiuyuan gave her a thick two-layer padded jacket and long skirt, a sable cloak tied tightly around her neck, high-top leather boots with two layers of thick fur, a white rabbit fur scarf, a red satin felt hat, and a windproof mask and gloves.

In the end, except for the eyes and nose, Wangshu was wrapped up tightly in layers. He was so hot that he was wrapped up like a ball. Not to mention that you couldn't tell his legs and waist, even the clothes in the mirror didn't make a sound, and you couldn't tell that he was a human!

Fortunately, the man looked up and down and was very satisfied. Without any delay, he picked up the child by the waist and ordered the child in the bed tent, "Let's go!"

The fat man, who had been impatient for a long time, flung the bed curtains with both hands and jumped down first. He turned back and helped his sister down. The brother and sister, dressed in red, each swung their own string of coins and arrogantly rushed out past their parents. The coins collided with the sound of nails. The fat man raised his hands high and shook them in circles, like summoning a divine beast, shouting loudly: "Grandpa Tang! Let's go! Aunt Chun, let's go!"

My daughter also learned to swing the string of money, and the cheerful little bells echoed, "Let's go, let's go!"

Along the way, he listened to the brother and sister chattering loudly, not fearing the cold, and swallowing so much wind. Wangshu couldn't bear to watch, and was carried into the carriage. "Take your son to the wilderness, his voice can make the snow mountain collapse. He is so small, and the steps he walks are as if he doesn't recognize his relatives!"

How could it be so exaggerated? Qin Xiuyuan was amused by her, "How can you talk like that on New Year's Day!" He closed the car curtain and looked back. Dabao was swaggering around with a string of money, his big face trembling, and he said loudly to everyone he met, "Let's go for a stroll!"

This kid is really crazy!

The daughter might be ashamed of her brother's overly exaggerated body language and was trotting towards him. He was in the position of a groom, so he stepped on the ground, leaned over and grabbed the little girl, who was calling "Daddy".

"Where are you taking us?" Through the door curtain, there were fully armed soldiers ready to go, about forty of them. What hope could we have if we went out with these people...

"Go around the main street to see what's going on, go to the Nanyang King's villa to discuss matters, and then walk around the military camp."

You can handle both career and family, Qin Xiuyuan! Wangshu waved his hand, and Chun Yang, who was outside the car, leaned towards the window and listened to the instructions: "Please ask two or three painters who can sketch people and scenery to come with us today and draw a few pictures for us."

"Okay, ma'am."

The carriages crunched through the newly fallen snow. Soldiers ran in unison through the streets. There were not many pedestrians. Most of the shops were open indoors on both sides of the street. From time to time, people carrying firewood and meat would call out from the roadside. The better-off ones had wooden carts and wore thick linen clothes that were patched but still tattered and black and dirty. They were covered with straw mats made of reed catkins and hay to protect themselves from the wind and snow...

A closer look revealed red, swollen, and cracked fingers, and the shoes on his feet were nothing more than shoes woven from thick reed fluff, and the rice stalks on the soles had probably been wet long ago.

"Firewood for sale!" "Firewood for sale!" Seeing the soldiers jogging by, they quickly picked up the firewood and moved away to the side.

The fat man, who had almost stuck his head out, turned around and said, "Mom, his hand is bleeding..."

"Yeah, it's frozen."

“…Mother, hasn’t he finished his business yet and made any money?”

"Yes."

"He's wearing branches?"

"Reed catkins, a very tall grass, like the kind you and your sister used to play with, the kind you plucked to tickle your itch."

When I see someone carrying bamboo baskets, I call out from afar, "Bamboo shoots, fresh bamboo shoots!"

"Mom, there are a lot of people selling bamboo shoots, I want to buy some too!"

The driver was his father. With a gesture, the team slowly stopped. The brother and sister were escorted out of the car by their father. Holding hands, they went over to take a look. There was a load of bamboo shoots covered in dirt. In front of them were two waiters from the restaurant. They were a soldier, and two with light-colored eyes, one large and two small. The businessman was quick-witted and immediately saluted: "Greetings, General Qin!"

"Dad, they know you!"

Servant: ...I really don't know him. But in this city, anyone who has eaten porridge and noodles for a few years longer than you knows your father! After the turmoil last night, your father is even more well-known.

Hey, I saw a few people wearing colorful clothes and staring at people. They are painters! Bringing painters with you when you go out? I don't understand. Is this a new style for the rich and powerful?