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

"That's right. The General's Mansion is powerful and influential. Even a little bit that slips through their fingers is enough for this family to eat and drink for a lifetime."

"Why should we let it slip to them?"

"General Qin Yi doesn't even dare to show his face. I'm afraid he's doing something sinful..."

"You never know. A woman living in a military camp, eating, drinking, and living with a bunch of grown men every day, who knows... maybe this family really has a grievance!"

"What do you mean by that? After a few days of peace, you forget those days when you were worse than pigs and dogs... You're slandering soldiers. You think your life is too long!"

"I don't know. Anyway, our Fang family would never marry a girl from the military camp... Alas, she's not even a girl. I don't know how many men she's been with..."

"Look at those high-ranking generals. Which one of them married a female soldier from the barracks? They are clearly well-informed..."

Qin Qi clenched his fists when he heard this, and he wanted to draw his sword and rush over to chop the melons and tofu. However, he suppressed his anger and quietly entered the mansion through the side door. When he saw Tang Bo, he quickly bowed and asked, "Master, those people outside the mansion are getting more and more outrageous. Why don't you drive them away?"

Tang Bo was chasing the mistresses who were running around at a distance, and he said calmly, "Why rush? If they can kneel, let them kneel. It won't be too late to deal with them after Madam gives the order."

Those who hold their children and cry miserably, those who act like hooligans and don't care about anything, those who kowtow and bang their heads against the wall and leave bloody handprints, can do whatever they want.

Qin Qi was anxious and quickly repeated the last few words he had just heard. "These words are extremely inappropriate for female soldiers! If we continue to let them go, I'm afraid that misinformation will spread and rumors will continue."

"How ridiculous!" Tang Bo finally straightened his face and called a few guards over. "Keep an eye on those people who are just watching the fun and spreading rumors. When I get the lady, I'll make sure they have a good time!"

"And send someone to tell Qin Yi to come here quickly. What's the point of hiding everywhere?"

Wangshu pushed away the soft pillow he was holding, covered his face with his hands, and was half awake and half asleep when someone else entered the room. After he woke up, he was fed a full meal of gossip.

Ask her what to do, and she'll just leave it alone. Maybe these people are at work, the kind who can get a lot of money by kneeling.

In the past, I had to wait for money to come my way, and I'll have to wait for it all my life. Otherwise, I'll just keep looking up at the sky and waiting for pie to fall from the sky. If there are kind passersby, I might as well take them home and have a meal with them.

Wangshu believed that raising children was no longer a concern. Women could be sent to nunneries to work in the fields and grind mills; they were accepted regardless of age. Men could help with the father-in-law package and join the army, where many worked. They wouldn't have to worry about raising children. As for the children, they could just take them to orphanages to be cared for.

After much thought, I still think this will solve the problem once and for all.

Xiaoqing is as her name suggests, her face is a little blue, and she can't give birth anymore, so there is no need to worry about not being able to raise her.

When Qin Yi arrived, the guards had already dragged her ex-husband, whose leg was broken yesterday, out of the house. The family gathered together and waited for "the general's satisfactory plan."

Taking advantage of the gathering, Xiaoqing announced directly, "There is always a way out. In this day and age, things will work themselves out. Now, thanks to the great contributions of all the soldiers, ordinary people can live in peace and will not starve to death."

Then Qingpiaopiao explained the plan for disposing of the men, women, and dolls in batches, adding, "Everyone is happy. Everyone has a good ending and can survive."

The head of the family became a father-in-law and went to the army to collect night-blooming jasmine. The women all worked in a nunnery where men were not allowed to enter, and the children were sent to an orphanage... A good family was torn apart.

How everyone is happy.

A group of people were wailing on the ground, and the onlookers were talking about it. Xiaoqing ignored them, covered her eyes, and ordered the people behind her to prepare the tools for her father-in-law's meal. There were many dogs in the house, and some of them were not suitable for playing too much or had bad behavior. From time to time, they had to play hide-and-seek with two eggs. The tools were fully prepared, the knife was shiny, and the light in the sun was flowing, flashing with the glorious years of battle.

I’m afraid that I’m really going to give my father-in-law a big gift package on the spot!

The crowd was instantly in an uproar. The man with the broken leg was being escorted away, tears streaming down his face, urine and feces flying everywhere, as he knelt and begged for mercy. The old, weak, women and children who had been crying out for justice for a long time endured the scolding and endured the scorching sun, without changing their words. At this moment, the male owner was in a desperate state, about to lose his life, and finally felt like his spine had been pulled out. He rolled over and crawled, saying that he was wrong...

"Tell me! Who ordered you to do this?"

Xiaoqing stepped on the man's face with one foot. The man who was originally quite well-behaved now looked like a beggar on the street, dragging one leg and kowtowing desperately. Thinking about how she had called this man "Master Brother-in-law" for several years, she felt so disgusted that she wanted to vomit!

Hoo! Someone else is instigating this? The onlookers, separated by a layer of guards, stretched their ears...

After exploring the horse trail behind Zhongshan Temple several times, Qin Xiuyuan hurriedly ate his meal and told his wife to arrange for his children to go out for a walk in the afternoon.

When Wangshu said this, he was flipping through the calligraphy practice booklet from last month that Xie Xin had handed over. There were three pages for each day, bound into a book, one for each student, and there were also question books for each subject.

It is different from the daily corrections by the teacher and the monthly corrections by Wangshu. When you open the exercise books of the previous two months and compare them, you will find that the dots and strokes are dragged around and sloppy, and the characters seem to be related. Those who are perfunctory in their work are still perfunctory, while those who are making serious progress are writing with care in every stroke.

"Ah."

After receiving a word that was neither light nor heavy, Qin Xiuyuan, who was polishing his armor, was extremely dissatisfied. He stared at her for a moment and said, "We agreed not to bury yourself in it again."

Whenever something happens to my children, I feel depressed all day long.

A large hand came over and closed the ink-stained booklet. Wangshu didn't even bother to look at it. "He's eleven years old, and this is what I've been taught!"

It’s hard not to be discouraged after just one look.

"Don't compare him to Mingxi, he's pretty good."

Qin Xiuyuan is open-minded and believes that there are probably not many people of his age who can write as well as his daughter.

Yesterday, he taught his little daughter how to write. The little girl copied a large character, both horizontally and vertically, and her brushstrokes were much steadier than his. The little girl twisted her hand like a tapeworm, breaking each character as she went.

"Xiao Si practices one word, and once he strikes, he's much better than Xiao San. I'm afraid Xiao San will have to endure a lot of caning and stewing in the future."

Hearing this, Wangshu let go and leaned against the window frame, not wanting to talk.

"Should I call my name now?"

Xiaosan and Xiaosi are three years old. According to folk sayings, babies under three years old are prone to die. They also say that a child can look old at the age of three, which means that the baby can grow up safely.

“What’s the next name?

When naming the eldest and second child, I racked my brains and prepared many names with good meanings and nice sounds. Now it's the turn of the third and fourth child. I racked my brains again and read through the Four Books and Five Classics. But when I look back, they are still not as good as the ones I gave a few years ago.

For example, he named his son Ri Xin, which came from the Book of Rites. When he said it, Wangshu almost immediately refuted it, saying, "Gou Ri Xin, Riri Xin, and Ri Xin again." When this name is called out, people will not think of Gou Ri Xin and Riri Xin, but will only think of the gossip of those angry people in the market who cursed others and said, "I want to fuck the immortals with a board."

Words that are easily associated with Ishii swear words, especially verbs, must not be included in the name.

Wangshu is in charge of all aspects of the names given to men.