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

On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qin Yunxiao injured his arm while practicing archery one day. He had to hang his arm and could not write or practice martial arts, so he wanted to pester his father to go out. Qin Xiuyuan went along with it and took him with him, going in and out of the military camp and participating in meetings and decision-making.

Tang Bo suddenly had some free time, and when he was patrolling the mansion every day, he would go around to see the little black guy in the open-crotch pants - he himself was not black, but there was no cloth on his buttocks, so it was covered with dust when he wiped it.

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"Madam, the Third Young Master is also a gifted man, and the Fourth Young Miss has strong arms and legs. We will both learn from each other then."

At this time, Wangshu sprinkled half a pound of yellow beans among the mung beans and let the three little tails pick them. The brother and sister understood what was going on and lay on the low table to pick the beans in an orderly manner.

The red beans and yellow beans had been soaked in bitter water early on. Xiao San was about to stuff them into her mouth when she cried so hard that her face was wrinkled. Wangshu leaned comfortably on the recliner and turned his head away, pretending not to see it. The little guy spit them out and continued to divide the beans with a bitter face. His head was almost buried in the bean basket. He was stupid and clumsy, but quite cute.

After hearing Tang Bo's words, Wangshu expressed his agreement, "Tang Bo, I'll hand it over to you next year."

With good teachers and friends, a family learning atmosphere, and a family that was ready to seize territory, Wangshu supported his children in practicing martial arts.

"Then Old Tang will just wait!"

"We can't be more relieved to have you teach them."

The Qin family's martial arts schools are now flourishing everywhere, recruiting disciples regardless of gender, so Old Tang is very sure that the lady will agree to let the fourth daughter learn martial arts, just like when Miss Mingxi was weak, but he guided her to practice dancing, to strengthen her body and have long-term success.

"It is an honor for Old Tang to be able to personally teach the young master and young lady."

Wangshu and Old Tang have known each other for twenty years. Time is merciless. Compared to the strong and tough Tang Bo in Yaocheng, he now has thinning hair, a hunched back, and one of his legs is lame. If Qin Xiuyuan had not told her that Tang Bo was not lame, Wangshu would not have been able to tell.

Therefore, even though Tang Bo looked a little old, Wangshu himself did not look down on him at all, and had no intention of promoting anyone else to be the manager of the mansion.

Wangshu could practice morning lessons with Qin Xiuyuan in equal measure. Wangshu sometimes suspected that the old man pulled out his sparse hair every day.

Thinking of this, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became. Wangshu had an idea, "Uncle Tang, can you teach Mingxi three or five self-defense techniques?"

Wangshu didn't like going out because it was always stinky outside, but her children were more eager to run outside than the other, and they were very wild. For the past two days, she had personally brought these two little devils with her, and had asked the guards to repair the dog hole in the corner of the courtyard gate. The children had dug a mess of it. Xiao San had a big bump on his head, but he still wanted to crawl through it and climb through the dog hole. There was nothing she could do!

Learn a few tricks to be prepared for any eventuality.

As soon as Old Tang heard this, he was sure to agree. As a person who was used to working on weekdays, he would never have the time to sit around in circles in the yard. His interest immediately perked up.

"Miss Mingxi is very agile and nimble, so two months of self-defense training is perfect for her!"

Two months. Wangshu planned to spend about ten days or half a month. Since the famous teacher insisted on teaching, he had to take a stance. "Okay. I'll talk to Lan Die."

This gap is also suitable for Lan Die to choreograph two group dances. These two little devils are assigned to be trees, to be the face-show boys, and to rack their brains to become the bosses who do not care about anything.

After the beans were distributed, Wangshu gave a wonderful performance as a surprising mother, encouraged and rewarded the children for a while, took a barefoot baby to drink water, and then went to the small sand classroom with slides and wooden horses.

Five children in a mess, with dust flying everywhere.

There are also three little tails, no need to say anything, they protect people and give in to others, so they deserve extra chicken legs tonight.

Wearing a veil and hiding in the upwind direction, Wangshu flipped through the thick account book with one hand, and wrote and calculated with a charcoal pencil. In her previous life, she was most afraid of going to a company where the husband was the boss and the wife was in charge of finance. She never expected this!

Now, thirty years later, Qin Xiuyuan is the big boss, and she herself has become the financial officer who is disliked by most of the "employees and subordinates". Even Qin Xiuyuan occasionally asked her not to be too strict and that it was no big deal if her subordinates made mistakes.

"Your calculations are amazing. When it comes time to hand in the accounts, they'll beg the boss for mercy."

Wangshu is a businessman who is very particular about every penny. "You can give a horse as a favor, but you can't give a needle as a bargain."

What's more, she never exploits her employees, and the benefits are generous. With a salary several times higher, shouldn't she work diligently?

So the small notebook at the top is filled with a lot of inconsistent accounts.

When Zheng Da came to pay his respects, his eyes flickered involuntarily. He hadn't checked half of the familiar account book, and the notebook was filled with more than two pages...

"Your boss isn't home!"

Wangshu relaxed, leaning back on the bamboo chair, and teasing the Chang'an boss.

Privately, the group that followed Qin Xiuyuan all called him "Big Brother," and in front of others, they called him "General." Wangshu was just a paid backup.

"Haha, Zheng Da specially asked Madam for advice today."

This year, Zheng Da imitated Ashina and grew a full beard. He was a man who ran back and forth on the city wall in the torture chamber, and was covered in dust and blood every day. With a big beard, he looked very unfashionable at first glance.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't help but wonder, a big beard, Ji Shou, and Zheng Da, and his chin disappeared as he looked at them. "Is it popular in the army to grow beards recently?"

Zheng Da agreed and stroked his beard. "With the changing customs, many men in the city consider beards to be beautiful."

He has a fair face and no beard, and it's understandable that he's as strong as the boss. If it were someone else, he would really lack stability.

"City men don't go to the battlefield, and you soldiers don't have time to care for your beards. If you do get injured on the battlefield, the military doctor will have to shave your hair while treating you, which will delay treatment." Wangshu spoke bluntly, staring at him. "To pursue a career in literature or business, you need experience and respect. To pursue a career in the military, strength is always respected. Each has its own characteristics."

Those who imitate others are just doing business, trying to sell tofu. Those who grow hair all over their faces in the army are just like wild people.

Zheng Da thought about what she said and realized it made perfect sense. "Madam is truly thoughtful. Apart from anything else, delaying treatment for an injured person can only waste time and potentially cost someone else's life."

"Zheng Da will set an example tomorrow and understand military orders."

"General Zheng is a wise man. Having a lot of hair doesn't mean you're smart. We all get our hair and skin from our parents. That's only at birth. Otherwise, everyone would be a monster with hair, nails, and two sets of teeth."

Zheng Da nodded repeatedly, "That makes sense, that makes sense. The drought is ongoing, and the city's water supply is struggling to maintain. I think a lot of water bills are spent on hair care."

He thought that he was just reluctant to waste water, and that was why his beard was so messy that his wife couldn't bear to look at it.

"The drought is so severe, the children in the city are probably infested with lice. Let your boss take Qin Yunxiao for a walk, and you generals should follow..." Wangshu pointed at the two people next to him, "How about I lend it to you?"

Xiaosan and Xiaosi are the same as the eldest brother, except that they have a small tuft of hair on the top of their heads, which is soft and droopy.

Zheng Da didn't dare, because this was the boss's lifeblood. The boss only dared to take one out every time and always held the other one with him.

"Madam, there's no need. The brothers have babies at home. Just take them out for a walk."

"Zheng Dalai came today, and there's something else."