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

The eldest brother, who was sensible and doting on his sister, quickly revealed his true colors as he went upstairs. He bent down to put Xiao Si down, spread his long arms and legs on the low couch, and pointed at the small items in the guard's hand, "Look, mother, Xiao Si wants to buy them even if he cries!"

The little one, who had been holding the baby all the way and could not get off the ground, landed on the ground without even looking at the little toys. He ran to his mother and sat on her knees, hugging her tightly. The baby was strong but not sensible. Wangshu held her loosely with his arms, moved his back backward, and lowered his head to let the warm little fat baby wash his face.

Xiao Si raised his chubby face to cooperate. After wiping, he lay in his mother's arms, with his ear against the beating of his heart, and lay there quietly.

"Yun Xiao, where do you want to eat?"

The big boy, who was lying dead with his legs crossed, leaped over in one swift step, his head pressed against his mother's, his eyes sparkling, and his voice excited, "Military camp!"

After saying that, he waited for people to nod, eager to try.

This is not about going to the military camp to have a meal, it is clearly about wanting to go to the military camp.

Another big stove! These three stayed at home and kept each other warm.

Wangshu reached out and touched the circle of small hairs around his mouth. He was only twelve years old, and he had started to grow a small mustache in the past two months. It was fluffy and light in color, and if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to notice the small green shadow.

"Mother~"

Qin Yunxiao urged his mother, "Good mother~"

"Wait until your father comes back, then go with him."

The son longed to go to the military camp and stay with his "brothers", but his younger brothers and sisters at home were too young and his teacher was too clingy, so he couldn't stay.

The eldest son became depressed, and this sentence happened again!

"Dad didn't say a date! He's been staying at my grandparents' house and won't bring his sister home!"

Counting on his fingers, "half a year!"

I wished it was me who stayed with my father, "Next time I'll go for half a year too!"

If Qin Xiuyuan were here, he would definitely throw a bunch of documents at his eldest son and give him a good beating. Several borders within the country were under threat from enemy forces, and their heavy troops were ready to move. The coastal and riverine areas were already weak in military strength, but in recent years, they had been living in harmony with the people, and all industries were thriving.

The canal transportation in the south of the river is a mixed bag, and some local people rely on the mountains and water for their livelihood, and take crooked paths. In recent years, the three families of Liangnan and Chen have moved their focus northward, and some local pirates have formed gangs and relied on the terrain advantage and the cover of nearby villagers to appear and disappear at will. The pirates along the coast are even more likely to stir up trouble.

Jiangnan was a heavily taxed region, and governance was paramount. Between the paperwork and the meetings, Wangshu would brave the sword and stab the enemy. Every time Wangshu read and replied to letters, his father would constantly recount his many busy affairs, and his eldest son would always ask when he would return...

I was secretly worried that the first thing my father would do when he came back was to cook some pork stewed with rattan sticks.

"You'll have plenty of opportunities in the future. Now, go home and have dinner."

The owner who preferred begging on the street to going home was not happy. Qin Yunxiao cried out and settled for the next best thing, "Mom, let's go to the restaurant!"

He swung his arms around his mother's shoulders, but luckily the force didn't sink him. Even so, Wangshu tugged at his mother's ears as she swayed left and right, steadying her: "Okay, you take care of Xiao Si."

For the rest of the time, apart from going to the military camp, Wangshu let his eldest son do what he wanted. They had meals in the restaurant, went to the moat to watch the ice-breaking fishing, and proudly carried his sister to the inner city gate to discuss the country.

When it was almost dark, Wangshu, holding his waist and unable to walk, finally managed to pull the cow back home.

For the next ten days, he didn't leave the house.

Intelligence reports came back like snowflakes: Ji Shou was heading south, the ice was breaking up in Huainan, Qin Wu's army was advancing eastward in the west, and in the northeast, it was discovered that the Liao Dynasty had sent many reconnaissance troops south. At first, Zheng Da came to the door three times a day, and the army had not yet moved the food and fodder, so he came to the door to request advance approval of the army's money and food.

The real purpose is not the wine, but to let the young master, who has just grown up and is restricted from going out, get exposed to various intelligence.

Since he had this intention, Wangshu saw that Qin Yunxiao, who was listening, was quite patient and always enthusiastic. Later, when he was not feeling well, he simply stayed in bed and asked Qin Yunxiao to receive him and relay the stories to him before returning to the "bedside".

Qin Yunxiao's sense of smell had become increasingly acute over the past couple of years. He could now and then detect the faint scent of blood when near his mother. After Wangshu's weak "scientific popularization" twice, on these special days, this young, rough boy of twelve or thirteen, rarely showed a hint of heartache...

"Madam, the young master has been very sensible these days!"

He would take the initiative to lead his younger brothers and sisters who were about to bother him to the backyard to look for ants, and take them to turn the soil and sow seeds. Even if it was some boring game that only kids played, like crawling through dog holes and climbing small trees, he would still stand guard and protect them, even though he had a sour face and looked down on them.

In the main room, Wangshu, dressed in a plain, loose nightgown, leaned lazily on a beauty chair. He smelled the brown sugar ginger milk tea that came towards him and frowned, "No."

The reason why his son is so sensible now is that he got scared the day before yesterday. The mother and son were listening carefully to Zheng Da talking about disaster relief in Huainan in the study room just now. Suddenly, he had severe abdominal pain and his lower abdomen was cramping. Wangshu couldn't hold it back at the time, and he fell to his knees with cold sweat.

Not to mention Qin Yunxiao, Zheng Da even thought someone had poisoned him and broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

Due to a misunderstanding, Wangshu was bedridden. Zheng Da took the opportunity to teach the eldest young master, who had always been a rough-minded person, how to shoulder the responsibilities on his shoulders when the master was away and the mistress was sick from overwork.

In Zheng Da's opinion, the young master is gifted in martial arts, and although he is not as good as his sister in literature, no one is perfect and his flaws do not outweigh his merits. He will surely make rapid progress after going through hardships in the future. From time to time, he whispers in the young master's ear, making people aware of his thoughts and ideas.

Because Wangshu collapsed to his knees on the spot, Zheng Da seized the opportunity to influence him subtly, and the effect was better than any previous attempts at persuasion.

Wangshu had no choice but to eat and drink more under his son's "caring and concerned" gaze. When he smelled the ginger and brown sugar flavor, he shook his head.

Horrible taste, even with milk.

"Master Chun has a good eye and personally supervised the cooking. Madam, please drink it."

After taking the mistress's pulse, the genius doctor from Qinling specifically instructed the servants who were taking care of her to give her more food and drink, as dietary supplements would be more effective.

These days everyone has been working hard to feed the fish.

"The baby is so young, and this is all I have to do. Why should she leave him to look after the baby?"

Chun Yang gave birth to a son at an advanced age to an older man. The little son was sickly and frail, crying day and night, causing his parents a lot of trouble.

Wangshu thought about it and reached out to take the bowl. "Next time, tell her not to worry about me and just take good care of the baby."

The self-torture tactic works.

Xiao Qing smiled and said, "The baby is being looked after by two maids and the young master's wet nurse."

The image of the unhappy child I saw a while ago, crying so hard that veins were swollen and difficult to feed, came to mind, and I couldn't help but feel distressed. "The miracle doctor said that men over fifty and women over forty are not suitable for having children, and most of the children they do have are weak. Steward Tang and Chief Steward Chun are blaming themselves very much. But some ignorant people just blame Chief Steward Chun alone."

This miracle doctor is quite skilled. Wangshu put down his bowl and said, "Old Tang and Chunyang both suffered a lot when they were young. It was not easy for Chunyang to get pregnant and give birth. The baby is not in good health, and the father bears most of the responsibility."

Wangshu himself is an example. If her body is not strong enough, she will not be able to get pregnant. If she could get pregnant, the fetus would be born safely and have strong muscles and bones like the father.

Mingxi, who was born in a weak fetus, still has strong vitality.