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

The worse the student's arithmetic is, the more his parents have to accept the result. One of them reads the questions while the other writes them down, and soon they compile a small collection of wrong questions.

"Zheng Da said his son had learned a lot, but he didn't understand anything at all!"

Qin Xiuyuan blew on the writing and picked up new paper. Seeing that the fat man's arithmetic was not as good as his ten-year-old daughter's, he said something that made Xiongying cry, "None of our generals' sons can read! We conquered the country, how can these brats do it!!"

I just copied two collections of wrong questions, and look how discouraged he sounded when he said this.

"Listen, I've been complaining about how gloomy I am these past few days. I'm constantly worrying about these four mischievous men. Even the Jade Emperor would have to shake his head." Wangshu concluded, "Your daughter's academic questions would force me to look up ancient texts in the dead of night!"

As she spoke, she sounded aggrieved, scratching her head and pulling her hair. "Last time, she asked me about the mystery of the two versions of 'A long stone path up the cold mountain, there is a house in the depths of the white clouds' and 'A long stone path up the cold mountain, there is a house where the white clouds are born'. Oh my god, how could I have known there were two versions!"

She was lucky enough to be able to pronounce this famous teacher's famous line smoothly. The fat man was a rough man, but his reading had opened his mind to some degree. She had worn out her words, and her daughter was a genius, which made her feel even more miserable. "From time to time, she would throw out those unheard-of poems and eccentric stories. I really want to tie a female version of the thank-you letter to my side just in case your daughter opened her mouth and made a big move!"

You can't delay my daughter's success and undermine her confidence!

Qin Xiuyuan rubbed the small wrinkles between the woman's eyebrows, "Mingxi is indeed well-informed and has a strong memory, and can discuss and express it."

Unconsciously, he sighed again. His father was truly worried about something else. "I don't think any of the boys her age are any good. I'm afraid her future husband will be too inferior, and won't be able to share much in poetry, song, dance, and music with her. What should I do then?"

What? Wangshu disagreed, "She's only a few years old, what are you doing?" Wangshu was not worried, "Gather the best talents in the world and pick them. If one is not enough, pick two! Pick until there are enough."

The tone was as if she was choosing a husband from among all the men in the world. Qin Xiuyuan was suddenly startled and almost thought he had tinnitus. He rubbed his ears and his eyes turned greener. "Nonsense! Don't ruin my daughter's reputation."

Wangshu shrugged. The old-fashioned man might not be able to accept this track for the time being, but don't be afraid, my daughter. Your mother has paved a bright road for you in advance. "Princesses have always been able to indulge themselves. Don't forget that Mingxi will at least be a powerful and talented princess in the future. Why, as a father, you are still so old-fashioned? Wouldn't it be great if she had a few handsome men and more caring people to accompany her... We worked so hard to build our empire, and Fatty Xu can marry a few wives, but Mingxi can't marry a few husbands? You are really biased!"

She clenched the brush tightly in her hand, her face a little green, her teeth tightening and loosening, "No! What will the scholars in the world say about her! Mingxi is well-read, don't let her lead her astray!"

"The Liao Dynasty and the big clans practiced levirate marriages, where the son inherits the father's inheritance. This also happened in Yaocheng. It's absurd for a family to be in the same bed again. And cousins ​​are not allowed either. Close blood ties breed idiocy. As for the rest, having more husbands is just like having more wives and concubines. Whoever is capable can have them all."

Wangshu punched him, muffling his hasty retorts. "Especially Xiao Si, she needs someone close to her. What if she has several close friends? As a father, can you really choose just one for her?"

Seize the weak point instantly.

Ever since Xiao Si grew up, whenever she wouldn't let anyone touch her ears, or when she leaned in close to listen to the slightest sound, the couple had only one thought in their minds: they wished they could pluck all the stars in the sky and hold them in front of the little one to soothe all her sensitive emotions...

It is still unclear what she likes now. If she is really like that woman, who likes young, strong and fresh men and women, then one is definitely not enough. If I am not good at both literature and martial arts, I am still capable. Maybe the woman is dreaming of having a husband now!

Just like the aunt of Princess Changping, she had seven or eight young, good-looking and strong concubines in her mansion!

Qin Xiuyuan had a headache. Even planning tactics and charging into battle were not such a big headache for him. But when he thought about his children, he couldn't remember anything at all.

"Shushu, let's talk about it later. When they grow up, they might be like us, living happily together forever."

After all, he and his wife have been perfect role models throughout their lives. I hope they can learn from them and not take any extreme paths...

Now it was Wangshu's turn to rub the "Chuan" character between his eyebrows. "Come on, anyway, don't set it in advance."

The couple both sighed, and Xiaoqing knocked on the door anxiously, "General, Madam, the young master got his neck stuck while climbing a tree!"

When Wangshu was half-running and half-hostaged in the man's arms and arrived at Ginkgo Garden, they saw the man wearing open-crotch pants with his back to them, his head stuck in a triangular tree root, his buttocks twisted all over the place, and he was screaming and wiping his face with one hand. It was really terrible!

The triangular roots of that ancient ginkgo tree are at least one meter high. This kid must have stepped on the marble and tiptoed to get his head in!

This was good. He tried to push his head out several times, crying out in pain, shouting "Daddy, Mommy!"

Little Si, who was standing nearby, was so scared that he started crying too, his mouth wide open, holding onto his brother's half-dangling legs, and yelling, "Sweep, sweep!"

I haven't learned the word "brother" yet. I don't know from whom I learned it, but I call my brother "shaoye". As for the pronunciation, Wangshu doesn't want to complain.

Seeing his parents coming, Xiao San tilted his head and cried miserably, "Daddy! Mommy! I can't get out...ah..."

"I can't get out, wuwuwu..."

This old ginkgo tree is the mistress's favorite. It is the tree that takes on the responsibility of allowing the mistress to enjoy the leaves in late autumn. The triangular root is exactly where the tree has two forks. If you cut off any one of the forks, the tree will be like half broken. Xiaolu doesn't dare to make a decision. She hugs the young master's body to make him feel more comfortable, and waits for the mistress to come and make the decision.

"General, Madam, it was my fault that I failed to take good care of the young master. I accidentally let him climb onto the flower bed, and that's why the mistake happened."

Normally, the young master was quite agile when it came to digging holes and catching dogs, and no one tried to stop him. It was all about being active and healthy at this age. But today, he was just being playful and thought he could just get his head in and out like usual. I don't know how the young master managed to squeeze in, but now he's stuck!

Qin Xiuyuan strode forward and used force to pry open the triangular tree root. Coincidentally, the ginkgo tree had thick roots that had been pried open for a long time, so it was beyond human power to pry it open. Xiao San watched his father exert force and quickly gathered his strength to press his head down. Before he had even moved halfway, he burst into tears, "I can't get out... I can't get out..."