Daming Super Daddy

"I'm going, why is it getting dark?" After shaking his drowsy head, Zhu Song got up from his gums, "Yingxiang, what time is it?"

The little girl ran in from the outside, and said to Zhu Song with low eyebrows, "Your Highness, it's already past time, and the kitchen is already preparing lunch." "There is no need to prepare lunch, I will go out to eat later! "Zhu Song rubbed his head and said, "By the way, what about the things I asked you to prepare?"

"It's ready, this servant will go get it for you now!" Xiao Yingxiang nodded obediently, then turned her waist slightly and went to the outer hall of the wing.

After a few breaths, the little girl came in with three bamboo hats, one big, two small, and three small poles only half a foot long.

Zhu Song took the small pole and gently pulled it out... Swish, a large section was pulled out from the half-foot-long small pole. It turned out to be a pull-out fishing rod, and the material seemed to be wood.

He squeezed the fishing rod in his hand.Zhu Song nodded, and said: "Well, to be able to achieve this quality, Lao Miaotou's craftsmanship is still good! Yingxiang, you will go to Bai Changli later and ask him to reward Lao Miaotou with ten taels of silver. Wang said."

After saying this, Zhu Song covered the big bamboo hat over his head, grabbed three pull-out fishing rods and left the wing room.

Who knew that as soon as he walked outside, when he opened the courtyard door, he saw two small figures jumping over, Zhu Song jumped back in fright, and said, "Who is it?"

"Uncle Song (Uncle Song), it's us, Zhang Xuan and Hui Xun!"

Zhang Xuan, Zhu Huixun?

Zhu Song fixed his eyes and saw that it was really these two brats: "You two brats, instead of playing in your own yard, come to my place to do something."

Zhu Huixun blinked his big eyes and said, "Uncle Song, didn't you just say that you wanted to take us to a good place? It's already noon now, should we go?"

"Go, who can't go? I said, why are you two in a hurry?" Zhu Song stared at him and said, "You two, one is almost five years old, and the other is three and a half years old, why are you so silly?" Frizzy? Don't you know how to be patient?"

Nima, as the saying goes, three and four years old are annoying, how can children not be noisy?

Hearing Zhu Song's reprimand for no reason, Zhu Huixun and Zhu Zhanji looked at each other with grievances on their faces.

Zhu Song can see that he doesn't want children to cry, and besides, he was taken aback just now, didn't he vent his anger?

The anger has gone out, there is no need to argue with the child anymore, Zhu Song waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, don't put on such an aggrieved look, here, take these two things!"

After receiving the pull-out fishing rod and the small bamboo hat that Zhu Song handed over, the two little guys saw Zhu Song's attire.

But seeing this prince, he is wearing coarse clothes and a big bamboo hat on his head, his appearance is very strange.

Zhu Huixun asked, "Uncle Song, where are you taking us?"

"Didn't I tell you before to take you to a good place?" Zhu Song said.

"Then your outfit..." Zhu Zhanji asked curiously.

"Take you to the tooth-beating festival together!" Zhu Song grinned, "By the way, you two also go to change clothes, that place is not suitable for such gorgeous clothes."

"Oh!" The two little guys pulled their heads together in response, turned around and ran to their own yard.

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After the two little guys changed their clothes, Zhu Song ordered a few palace guards to protect them from a distance, while he took the two little guys, a fishing rod and a small box, and went straight out of the palace.

A group of people walked all the way west, passed the Confucius Temple, left the city from Xishuiguan, then walked all the way along the Qinhuai River, and finally came to a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters and few people.

The clear river flows quietly, occasionally the hot summer wind blows gently, the emerald green leaves make a "squeaky" sound, the cicadas sing loudly, and the shadows are clear and light, it is really a good place to go!

Zhu Song took the two little guys and stood on the grass by the river, stretched fiercely, and took a deep breath: "Phew... the air in the Ming Dynasty was good after all. In the smog days of later generations, the per capita 30 years less life!"

This place was discovered by Zhu Song when he was visiting Nanjing City two days ago. There are too many things to deal with these days, Zhu Song just wanted to relax today, so as not to be overly tense and cause a chain reaction in the body.

Chapter 14 Bumpman beats little monsters

"Uncle Song, what did you say?"

Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Huixun were like two little followers, following Zhu Song's side. Hearing him whispering there, they thought they were talking to them.

"Oh, nothing!" Zhu Song waved his hand and said, "Xiaoxuan, Huixun, I discovered this place by chance two days ago. It's quiet, few people come here, and the trees are full of shade and the air is fresh. It's the best place for fishing. .”

"Fishing?" Zhu Huixun scratched the back of his head and said softly, "Uncle Song, didn't you tell me that you wanted to take me to eat delicious food? What's the matter with this fishing, and I'm still hungry Where's the belly!"

Having said that, Zhu Huixun rubbed his stomach with a bitter face.

"Stinky boy, haven't you heard of doing it yourself and having enough food and clothing?"

Zhu Song rewarded Zhu Huixun with a small chestnut, and a few new words popped out of his mouth: "Be patient for a while, when we catch fish, we will have something to eat, and it is pure wild, pollution-free. No pollution, how nice!"

"Oh!"

Zhu Huixun replied with a bitter face, but he threw the fishing rod aside. What kind of fish does he catch as a child?

Zhu Song ignored him, picked up the fishing rod, hung some bait on the hook, and threw it directly into the river, then inserted the other end of the fishing rod into the soil, and after confirming that it was fixed, he began to teach Zhu Zhanji how to Use a fishing rod.

Zhu Zhanji is much more sensible than Zhu Huixun. Under Zhu Song's teaching, the fishing rod, which should be difficult for children, managed to throw the fishing line into the Qinhuai River.

Seeing this, the little guy immediately had a bright smile on his face.

The rest of the time is more torturous, Zhu Song is okay to say, after all, Bajiquan in his previous life not only included external exercises, but also internal exercises and meditation.

Years of internal training have long worn out Zhu Song's patience.

But the two little guys can't bear it, just because they are hungry, they can't go to other places to play, as long as they leave Zhu Song's sight range, there will be guards in plain clothes to catch them back , making the two little guys very depressed.

Looking at the extremely aggrieved faces of the two little guys, Zhu Song was amused at the same time, but also felt very headache.

There are too few entertainment methods in the Ming Dynasty, not to mention high-tech electronic products such as mobile phones and tablets. There is not even a bicycle or a Rubik's Cube. The two little guys are only three or four years old, so they are not easy to coax when.

Scratching his head a little irritably, Zhu Song's eyes suddenly lit up, he waved to the two little guys, and said, "Xiao Xuan, Hui Xun, you two, come here, do you want to hear a story?"

The two little guys came to Zhu Song's side slowly, they were stunned for a moment when they heard Zhu Song's words, but then they regained their spirits, and the two nodded frantically.

Zhu Song nodded, with a weird smile on his lips, and said, "Okay, then I'll tell you two a story about Bumpman beating up a little monster!"

"Ao Tuman?" Zhu Huixun asked innocently: "Uncle Song, is this Ao Tuman a person's name? The name is so strange? And Xiao Kuaishou, is there such a weird name in this world? "

Zhu Song frowned, and said flickeringly: "You two should know that there have been legends of first-class immortals and gods in our Ming Dynasty since ancient times. The volume will be ten times larger, or even a hundred times larger..."

Zhu Song's story had just begun, and was interrupted by Zhu Zhanji, and he said:

"Uncle Song, I remember Master once said to me, 'You don't talk about strange powers and gods'. There are no gods, gods, monsters and beasts in this world, that is to say, there are no bumps and little monsters!"

Zhu Song raised his brows, thinking what did this kid learn, even if he wasn't a materialist, he wouldn't be so serious about a fairy tale, right?

In the future, the teacher who taught this child to read and write must be fired. Doesn't this teach the child to be a scarecrow who can only nod and shake his head, "it's the same"?

Complaining in his heart, Zhu Song rubbed his face and said to the two little guys:

"'It's better to have no books than to believe in all books'. The things in this book are not necessarily true, so you can't believe everything the master says. Besides, these are just ghosts and ghosts. They are used as chatter after dinner to win a smile. That’s all, there’s no need to be so penny-pinching.”

Zhu Huixun and Zhu Zhanji nodded half-understood, sitting on the grass in front of Zhu Song, staring at the two pairs of big eyes, listening to Zhu Song tell the secrets that Bumpman and the little monster had to tell.