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

Wangshu directly rejected the dancer that Qin Xiuyuan arranged for him to accompany him.

"Dancing is in people's hearts. Mingxi can practice anytime and anywhere she wants." Wangshu once taught a pair of sisters because he liked singing and dancing, but people's hearts are fickle, and they gradually liked other songs and dances. What a waste of time!

"Then how about letting Xie Xin and Li Jiuan teach Qin Yunxiao together?"

It's not like he does one and she rejects one.

Not really, give him some face, "It's a good idea. You can even teach Xiao San some lessons when you have time!"

The mistress of the third and fourth wives does not seek favors!

"It's up to you!" Qin Xiuyuan said that God had given the woman a great responsibility. "No, beat him if he deserves it. Beat Xiao Si too!"

Grit your teeth, otherwise when you grow up you will have thick skin and be hard to beat.

"Let Lan Die take Xiao Si for a spin."

There is no room for idlers in the mansion.

"You can look for famous teachers along the way and see if there are any that can be used."

"Okay." Qin Xiuyuan remembered a hermit in Jingzhou who was unwilling to pledge allegiance to him. "He had talent and learning, but his thinking was stubborn."

"Maybe he's dead. If things don't go well in the east, they will. Look for something else."

The hermit wasn't dead; Qin Xiuyuan had sent people to look for him two years ago. But the woman was right; he couldn't be used, so he was dead.

"it is good."

When the father and daughter left, Qin Yunxiao hugged Mingxi and cried bitterly. He asked his sister to write a letter, asked for ten gifts, and asked to go to him next time...

Mingxi agreed to all of their requests, like a tolerant and caring older sister.

Qin Xiuyuan held the two little ones in his arms, kissing them left and right, and was reluctant to let go. The little ones were pinched on the face by his stubble from time to time, and they turned their heads away.

A group of people stood at the gate, watching with great interest.

"You even brought an artist? How thoughtful."

Wang noticed a face in the army with some colorful clothes. Wangshu nodded, "It's from the shop. Leave some paintings on the way. When you come back, look at the pictures and tell the story."

As soon as the two little ones were brought over, they both turned their heads and stretched out their hands to be held high by their father. Qin Xiuyuan put his sword on his hand and said solemnly to Wang, "Mother, take care of yourself and wait for your son to come back."

Wang nodded, "Don't worry, Yuan'er. I'll be waiting for you at home with Wangshu."

Wangshu's tears fell, and she refused to look up at her, leaving him only a side profile of her with her hair in golden hairpins. Qin Xiuyuan squeezed her hand, quickly kissed her on the top of her head, turned around and mounted the horse with a dragon-like stride, and threw a sentence to Qin Yunxiao, "Yunxiao, be obedient!"

With a flick of the whip, the horses' hooves clattered down the straight road. A large group of people quickly followed. When Wangshu looked up, all he could see were the receding figures, shadows looming in the distance. The familiar suit of armor, seen through his tearful eyes, hadn't turned back.

Two months later.

"It rained all night again!"

Xiaoqing shook the snow off her shoulders and stepped into the room, feeling as warm as spring when the cold winter came. "Madam, the snow outside is very thick. Auspicious snow means a good harvest."

A long skirt dragging on the ground slowly passed by. Wangshu was wearing a crocheted peony blanket over her white pajamas. One was plain and the other was bright. Her thick black hair was spread out softly, making her particularly eye-catching.

"In the middle of winter, there are more charcoal sellers who are 'poorly clothed, worried about the low price of charcoal and wishing for colder weather.'"

The abundance in a good year means a good harvest in the coming year.

As the year draws to a close, the snow falls night after night. How many people cannot get through this?

Xiaoqing poured hot milk tea and said, "Senior Sister Qin Yi led the soldiers to repair the shed and distribute firewood to boil water. What the heavens cannot take away, nature cannot take away. What cannot be saved, that is fate."

Sticking out her tongue, she said, "Big Sister has been really busy this year!"

General Zheng did the work that required sitting down.

All the hard work outside fell on the eldest sister. Whenever I asked about her, she was either clearing snow or repairing the roof.

A few years ago, there was a rumor that the senior sister and the centurion broke off their engagement. It seems that now she is devoted to hard labor, and there has been another rumor.

There is the elegant version of a female general who is dedicated to serving the people and braves the wind and snow, and the pitiful version of a divorced woman who has no one to warm her bed and no one wants her, so she can only do hard labor.

The latter was so malicious that the senior sister tracked him down, dragged him out of his home and threw him on the street. He turned out to be a street thug who had accomplished nothing all day...

Quiet!

"Make two more pots of mutton soup and give some to the guards and the soldiers who cleared the snow this afternoon."

Wangshu sipped his hot milk tea in small sips while flipping through his eldest brother's big calligraphy book from last month. He finally managed to straighten his attitude a little and was willing to calm down and write slowly. It was not easy.

"The guards have food and drink. The snow-clearing soldiers won't go hungry either. Ever since our mansion has been sending food and drink to the passing snow-clearing soldiers, the wealthy families in the city have followed suit and are even sending cotton-padded clothes!"

"As it should be. Those streets and alleys where people are so cold are definitely cold-resistant, so just leave it to yourself to clear the snow."

Xiaoqing particularly likes the mistress's character of repaying kindness with kindness and repaying grievances with grievances. "That's right! You can't just give up on someone you don't like!"

As soon as the word "ditch" was mentioned, Wangshu, who had a rich imagination, felt uncomfortable. He put down the cup and glanced silently at the maid who covered her mouth, realizing her mistake.

Snowball fights are an essential part of winter fun.

The mistresses and the concubines walked together hand in hand, and no one could stop them.

As soon as I was full, put down my dishes, wrapped myself in a thick cotton-padded jacket, and walked out of the hall, I stepped into the knee-deep snow that was crunching. The colder it was, the more excited I became, and I started rolling snowballs through my little gloves.

A thank you letter for coming early in the morning to enlighten students: ...

If you don't enter the tiger's lair, you won the tiger.

When I reached middle age, I had no choice but to join the schoolchildren in playing snowballs.

All for the generous monthly salary.

So Xie Xin wrapped himself up thickly from head to toe and helped to build a snowman. The two little guys kept pushing snow over and made small snowballs with their butts sticking out.

"Master, look at mine, it's bigger than my sister's!"

Xiao Si imitated others and patted the bricks firmly, then brought them over to add bricks and tiles, "Snow!"

After several field lessons in the snow, she finally mastered the pronunciation of "snow" amid her brother's joyful screams and her teacher's precise instruction.

What it means that every word a student learns is a moving chapter written by the teacher, this is it.

Xie Xin set a goal for himself to teach his student to read and write one character every two days.

Arouse students' interest based on real objects they encounter in real life so that they can calibrate their pronunciation. Then draw pictures of these real objects to help them recognize words and form associations.

He teaches during the day, his wife consolidates the knowledge at night, and they continue to review it over the next few days.

Ever since the Qinling miracle doctor shook his head at Xiao Si's ear disease, Wangshu didn't let himself indulge in any unrealistic fantasies. Before finding a more suitable teacher, he put new wine in old bottles and arranged for Xie Xin, who had suffered a blow from the fat man and became stronger, to take care of the baby again.

The two of them implemented this stupid method bit by bit.

There was no other way. No one she knew well could touch Xiao Si's mouth, and she also refused to touch the vibrating vocal cords of others when they spoke...

Don't give your old mother the chance to be lazy.

"It's really not easy for Master Xie!"

The maidservant standing by murmured.

After all, he is from a famous family. He played with the baby in the snow in the freezing cold weather just to get along with the little lady and was willing to learn to talk.

Xiaolu felt amused. She didn't know anything else, but Master Xie's two younger brothers both worked in the Chang'an government office.

Before the New Year, the mansion sent holiday gifts. In addition to the dozen or so close generals in the army, they also sent holiday gifts to three families that had connections with the previous dynasty. They sent people directly to deliver the valuable gifts to the mansion. The first was the prince who surrendered from Luoyang, the second was the third prince who first presented the blue butterfly and then supervised the construction of the palace, and the third was the family of Master Xie.