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

"According to the previous preparations, Qin Chengyou, Qin Jintang."

Chengyou, Chengtian’s blessing, Wangshu shook his head, his own position, “Chengyou change? I’m afraid that people will think too much when they grow up.”

She put her legs on the man sitting next to her and said, "You're running a horse, swimming, and now you want to run a horse again. You really have endless energy. Give me a massage."

She was feeling very sore.

Qin Xiuyuan chuckled twice and followed his advice. He knew where the pain was most severe and prescribed the right remedy. "What's the difference between overthinking it and not overthinking it? Won't they all be crowned kings in the future? They'll be worthy of the title."

He has only two sons, and the one who holds the power in the world is either the eldest or the third. Moreover, seeing the third son leading his men to charge through the dog hole, he knows that he is also a brave and warlike man, just like the eldest son who is obsessed with martial ethics.

In short, the daughter is superior in literary virtues, and the son is rich in martial virtues.

He now occupies the Central Plains and the South, and his territory is vast. In addition to the supreme position, his other children will also have large fiefdoms.

"I don't know when I can take over Yongzhou, Chuanzhou and Yaozhou." The women in these states love Yongzhou, and he loves Yaozhou.

Qin Xiuyuan gently hit the man's waist, feeling quite frustrated. "This is just another small fight!"

He provoked the enemy every time and ran away every time he touched the tiger's whiskers, which made the brothers who had been preparing for battle and ready for war at all times and eager to achieve greater achievements very angry.

No matter how many generals volunteered to take the initiative to attack, he always suppressed them and always used defense as offense.

This time when I came back, I had no interest in spending time with my two pairs of children, and this was the reason. It’s really infuriating!

Wangshu was speechless. He was clearly talking about naming, but he was nagging about the war again. He raised his head and bumped his neck, taking the blame in a sarcastic tone, "General, blame me for having so few children! Blame me for having them so late!"

The ending note is full of singing.

Qin Xiuyuan paused, letting out all his grievances. He drew out his voice and said, "As for you, you gave birth late and had too few children."

Closer still, Zhuzhu and Chunyang, who married a decade later, each have three sons. Chunyang, even at her advanced age, is pregnant with her second child. Not to mention their cousin, who moved out and no longer sees them. The couple only reunites for a month a year, and they keep having one child a year until their relationship breaks down. The soldiers have had more rest days these past few years, and their wives' bellies are constantly bulging. Families with multiple wives can give birth to multiple children a year, leaving the yard filled with siblings of similar ages.

Even the old soldier guarding the city gate who was the same age as him had a wife at home, but she already had four sons and three daughters. The eldest son and daughter were both married. The woman on this side was still pregnant, and the daughter on the other side had become a mother. The population in the family was constantly increasing.

There are quite a few female soldiers who have become pregnant in recent years.

Qin Xiuyuan was naturally delighted to hear all this. Decades of natural and man-made disasters had wiped out 40% to 50% of the Central Plains' population. The more babies born now, the better. He was filled with enthusiasm. "If this continues, in another 15 years, we'll have enough farmland and a strong army! By then, the Liao Dynasty and the other great clans will be no problem!"

As he spoke, his blue eyes lit up and he clenched his fists. "Bang!" He hit the desk with the pens, inkstone, and paper, shaking them twice.

Wangshu stroked the man's excited chest and pulled his fist back to his waist, "The general is lazy again..."

Even if the man painted a picture of a peaceful and prosperous world, she still remembered the pain in her waist the most. The ambitious general shook his head and pinched her twice when she interrupted him, "You're the only one who ruined the fun!"

"How dare I spoil the fun? You are the greatest general in the world. Hurry up and give your baby a good name. Stop going off topic. It's my fault for giving me a name, and the general looks down on me."

Qin Xiuyuan really looked down on names as monotonous and boring as Qin Bai and Qin Ran. "Then how about Jingchuan or Jintang?"

Jingchuan, Jingping the Four Seas and Eight Directions? This Jing inevitably reminded Wangshu of the Jingnan Campaign. He then shook his head and said, "Change it. Jing is not a good word."

Jing means standing at attention, with a calm expression, to pacify the mountains and rivers.

"Why not? Peace and prosperity will prevail in the world."

This really stumped Wangshu. She reached out and hugged the man's neck, "Jing! That's too sharp. When I get angry and call that name, I feel like I can't control my anger."

Qin Xiuyuan was about to get to the bottom of the matter, but then he followed the woman's angry tone and shouted, saying that she was indeed a bit too much like a shrew. He was afraid that the mistress's little heart could not withstand the roar of her own mother.

"Then Baichuan? The ambition of pine and cypress is to embrace the four seas."

"this is not bad."

Qin Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief, mainly because few people in his heart could understand what he was saying. Wangshu laughed at him and gasped, "Look, you think I have too few children? I think I have too many, and naming them is going to be difficult for you!"

The man put up a defensive wall and retorted, "You have fewer children than others, but that's because the number isn't as large. But I don't dislike you. You can't accuse me of something and punish me."

“…”This cunning old fox!

Wangshu turned over and coaxed him hypocritically, "No way~ I'm sad, thinking of making it up to my brother in the next life, and trying my best to have ten or eight children~"

"Hahaha!" Qin Xiuyuan straightened up and rubbed the woman's belly with a pointed look. "The old soldier's wife guarding the city gate is five years younger than you. She gave birth to a son and two daughters for the man in front. Then she married this old soldier and gave birth to four sons and three daughters. She's pregnant with another one every year..." He nodded at the woman with a pout. "You can't compare to her in two lifetimes combined."

"You are so fertile, brother, what should we do~~"

"You give birth to yours, and others give birth to theirs. What's there to compare?" Qin Xiuyuan straightened his braids, which had become a little messy from dawdling, and said very rationally, "Didn't you say that having too many children makes your waist thicker? So, you won't wear corsets in your next life?"

After a woman has given birth twice, she often worries about the fat around her waist.

Wangshu now stayed silent and didn't talk to anyone, and his mood inexplicably improved.

It has been like this these past few days. I feel inexplicably irritable, as if there are sticky and clinging clouds in the sky, making me feel annoyed everywhere. I have to find a way to cause trouble, and then after a little physical and mental effort with the man, I can finally see the moon through the clouds.

"Well, speak up, are you really going to give me that many children in the next life?"

Wangshu shook his head and spread out the eldest son's arithmetic book. "Wait until your family has an heir to the throne. Forget about fighting for the throne yourself. You have to fight, give birth, and teach. You will be exhausted for the rest of your life."

"Hahaha! Fine, fine, I'm not that lucky. Let's not bother with the hard work of building an empire. Just giving birth to a son and a daughter will be enough to inherit our family's dozens of acres of land, a few shops, a martial arts school, and a few horses. How do you say that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the red cross on his son's math score and sighed, "I have to give the shop to my daughter. My son is so bad at math! He will fail sooner or later!"

"Hahaha!"

Now it was Wangshu's turn to laugh.