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

Those bold and cool clothes, those touching expressions, no other men were allowed to see them at all! The little woman's words were meaningful. He stopped being impatient and reflected on it again and again, but he couldn't figure out the specific clues. He just said sincerely, "Shushu, there won't be a next time for that."

He would never allow a man to enter the inner room to take care of her daily life, but he knew very well that a woman was not someone who would obey her father or husband. She was someone who did not go to temples or worship ghosts and gods. She would be soft-hearted and not hard-hearted. If she touched her bottom line, she would immediately turn hostile regardless of whether there was affection or not...

He turned against her, and when he thought of the time in Jingzhou, his scalp tingled. A woman's heart was more fickle than a battlefield. The lesson he learned that month was unforgettable. She gave him everything and followed him thousands of miles away. He only forced her a little and stepped on her bottom line a little, but she instantly decided to overturn everything and start over again.

What courage.

Just like now, he had no aristocratic family to support him, and his own family had no roots, but she dared to offer Liang Chennan a shocking "contract": wherever his army was under his control, the three businesses would be established...

With constant financial support and no powerful constraints, and with clear division of power and responsibility, he thrived at the front and his family gradually became wealthy.

This is courage, the courage to gamble.

So he didn't dare to force people to say harsh words easily.

Things never happen three times, but he has admitted his mistakes countless times.

He kept on humbly and relentlessly, which annoyed Wangshu to death. He was so restless and fussy listening to his humming. "Ah! Shut up."

With one hand pressing on her abdomen and the other hand covering her face with a handkerchief, you could tell that her face was as pale as snow. Qin Xiuyuan changed from talking to using his hands, gently massaging the person. He had practiced hand skills for many years, and the tense person gradually relaxed and leaned on him, and this incident was finally over.

He breathed a sigh of relief quietly. Seeing her pain and suffering, he thought of Xiaoqing, a young girl who had been sold into a brothel to do odd jobs. It took her years to escape, and she'd seen all sorts of people. He felt a little dissatisfied. "Xiaoqing must have seen the pain of life, and yet there's been no solution all these years?"

"In troubled times, women are as cheap as merchandise. Families are constantly selling their daughters. How could a brothel owner care about a woman's illness? Even if one dies, another batch comes."

What's more, this is a congenital disease and is difficult to cure with human power.

The father couldn't bear to hear his daughter's name and the word "selling" together, and frowned, "You are unfit to be a parent!"

No matter how difficult the times are, isn't it better to sell the sons first? Boys are tough, strong and can endure hard work, so they have a greater chance of survival. Daughters are naturally weak and are easily bullied if they are not kept. What's more, selling them to those dirty places is clearly sending them into the fire pit with their own hands.

Wangshu was a little surprised to hear such an idea.

"...People weigh the pros and cons differently. If it were me, living in poverty, I wouldn't have conceived children. I should have a certain amount of money before considering marriage and having children. Even birds in the wild know to build a nest to shelter their eggs from the wind and rain, and we are human beings!"

If you are poor, just bear it and don’t commit sins.

You are right, those who sell their daughters for money will not have a good end!

Wangshu ate very slowly because his throat was still sore. Dabao, who was playing sandbags in the yard, would occasionally howl for "Daddy" and "Mom" to show his presence. She advised the man, "Go and have a look."

The voice was low, "Then you finish it." A bowl of wontons.

As Xiaoqing expected, the lady let go of the man as soon as he turned around.

At noon, in the main hall, a family of five sat in the foreground, neatly dressed. The man on the right was the most respected, with his son and daughter cradled on his knees. Wang and Wangshu sat on either side, the five of them like static sculptures.

The three painters are in the lower position, walking left and right and painting on their own.

After a round of tea break, Wangshu leaned against the back of the chair in a slightly casual posture, while the four people next to him were still sitting upright. The general's skin was as white as frost, his face was like a rough jade, but he still had a tall and masculine air. If you look directly at him and observe him face to face, the general's aura is majestic, like a sword cut out from the fierce wind and frost, but in the overall painting, his eyes appear gentle, and his whole body radiates a kind light. The rough jade is slightly tilted, giving a feeling of "excessively beautiful and gentle".

Moreover, the light-colored eyes of the four people were painted with lapis lazuli, like different colors of hair, which looked a bit like the light blue focusing eyes of vampires in later generations. Qin Xiuyuan was amazing, with the fair skin and beautiful appearance of a female vampire. Holding two babies, she looked very motherly.

Wangshu was hard to describe. It was just that the ancients had never seen much of the world. Except for Qin Xiuyuan, whose aura had changed, the other three were amazed, especially the fat man. After a lot of effort and patience, the more he looked at the fat baby in the red coat and white buns, the happier he became, "Dad, this is me!"

He had been overweight since he was born, and no one could have misjudged his size. He took up most of the space in his father's arms, making his sister next to him look particularly petite and thin.

Wang's features are generous and bright, making them perfect for painting. Wangshu's smaller face is difficult to portray, and instead, the figure sitting a bit crooked, like a sickly person, is left sitting there. Naturally, she felt uncomfortable, but thinking of the transgender people beside her who couldn't keep their gender, she realized that happiness comes from contrast, and that contrast brought her joy.

Compared with yesterday's line cartoon, today's static painting has color outlines. The two dolls are clicking here and there with joy. The younger sister looks at the pretty dad in the painting and then at the handsome dad sitting beside him, frowning, as if she is confused by a problem.

The fat man ran over, sat on his father's knees, and scratched his father's face. He touched his eyes and rubbed his nose, then turned sideways to stare at a few paintings. The pictures were gorgeously colored. In the center, a man in a crimson stand-up collar robe with an auspicious jade ring at his waist and a jade ring on his hand, hugging him and his sister, looked a little strange no matter how he looked at him. He felt very awkward: "Daddy... Daddy?"

As if he was afraid that his biological father couldn't withstand his powerful and domineering call, he turned halfway and imitated his sister, lowering his voice a little, and said "Daddy" in a slightly sticky and soft voice, just like he usually called his mother...

It's effeminate and weird.

"Yeah." The man said calmly, ordering the painting to be put away.

Several painters took the silver from Chun Yang, feeling a little nervous: If the general is not satisfied, we can try harder and start over.

Chun Yang declined politely. His wife was very satisfied. The general did not express dissatisfaction. He just looked a little worried because of the increase in the number of troops under his command.

Before dinner, the brother and sister hurriedly took out the bamboo pieces of the general puzzle, and faced the majestic general's portrait piece by piece, creating two armored "dads" from head to toe.

Hiding in the room and looking at himself in the mirror, the man who frequently reflected his image in the water finally regained some of his majesty. However, he no longer refused to wear crimson clothes. Instead, he put on a gray bamboo-collared suit and pulled Wangshu to untie the thin braids on both sides of his hair.

"Don't let it fall apart. I like to see it." He had small dreadlocks on both sides, which he usually tied into a bun when he went out. At home, she liked to pull his braids from time to time to satisfy her desire. They were braided tightly and would not let them fall apart.

Then let the painter paint him a head full of pigtails? Qin Xiuyuan was depressed and took matters into his own hands to make ends meet.

"The artist's skills are not good enough. Why are you pulling the braids? What child cries every day? This artist is not good enough. Just change the artist next time. Don't rush to take the blame for someone else's mistakes."