At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Si Yuandao waved the two of them away with disgust, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't let it go, pick up the arrows, and I will teach you the art of archery again."

"Okay, my lord, you really came down to earth that day to save the lost lambs like us." Mei Xingyun put away the bow and went to pick up the arrow.

"What kind of good lamb can get lost? Why don't we roast it and drink it tonight." Zhen Youqian raised the corners of his lips and spoke sarcastically.

On one side, he held a piece of armband and wanted to help Xie Yuheng roll up his sleeves.

Mr. Zhen did this kind of work of serving people without any psychological burden and even enjoyed it.

Zhen Youqian, who was born into a family of merchants for generations, has a plan in mind.

Being able to have a good relationship with the Xie family certainly has more advantages than disadvantages. Looking at Jiangling City's prosperity in recent years, the Zhen and Xu families have also followed suit.

Who knows...

"Let me do it."

The sun shone on Xie Mingli's face, which was gentle but not a trace of warmth.

Zhen Youqian was slightly stunned, but obediently handed the collar to Xie Mingli's hand.

Gee, today is also a day to envy others for having older brothers.

Depressed in his heart, Zhen Youqian went to find Mei Xingyun again to express his displeasure. Even if his grandma didn't have a brother, this piece of shit had stolen her home.

"You haven't eaten yet. You are so slow to pick up food. Is it worthy of your fat body?"

Xie Yuheng and Xie Mingli looked at each other and smiled. Mr. Xie spread out his arms, passed the loops through his sleeves, and finally tied them behind his neck.

When it comes to archery, it is better to wear arm guards.

However, since this is a temporary teaching, everyone's arm size is different. It's not as simple as a loop shirt, just cut any long and thin strips of cloth.

Si Yuandao took out his old friend from the exquisite wooden box held by Chang He, and caressed the bow with his weathered hands.

His eyes were as gentle as water, as if he were looking at his lover.

The little lambs were already standing in a row. You looked at me and I looked at you, confused.

Xie Yuheng's fingers gently hooked the bowstring, and he guessed that this bow was probably a gift from his late master's wife.

I heard Chang He mention that the master's wife was an orphan brought home by her husband, and even her name was given by him.

More than once, she heard her husband utter the word "Mianmian" after drinking...

Chu Tianchen really deserves to die, and a trace of anger flashed across Xie Yuheng's eyes.

Si Yuandao came back to his senses from the memory of his deceased wife. Looking at the row of energetic young men, the desolation in his heart inevitably dissipated a little.

"For archery, first of all, stand up straight, with your feet parallel, hold the bow in your right hand and place it on the right front of your body." Si Yuandao held the bow and arrow and demonstrated the posture of holding the bow.

The little lambs behind him followed suit.

Rong Shi leaned under the big tree with his hands and arms and looked at Xie Zhushu holding a bow in his left hand.

Suddenly I felt a pain in my eyes, and I silently looked away. Well, my master is more eye-catching.

The master is nearly six feet tall and is considered tall among children of his age.

The eldest son asked the kitchen to buy fresh milk every day, and he would warm the milk for the master to drink in the morning and evening. Could it be related to this?

I wonder if this secret recipe for raising children can be used in the military?

In this way, the Daliang soldiers did not need to fear the powerful Huns.

"The bow must be drawn in one breath, with the string between the nose and mouth, the hand under the chin, and the eyes not leaving the target."

After Si Yuandao finished the demonstration, he checked and adjusted the bow-raising postures of the lambs one by one, and gave one-two instructions from time to time.

Si Yuandao squatted down, his eyes level with Xie Yuheng's bow and arrow.

"Don't move your head, raise it a little more." The big hand held the small hand and slightly adjusted the position of the bow.

"Hey, okay, that's it."

Si Yuandao stroked his goatee and smiled proudly. It was rare for his master to be useful.

Humming a few songs, the little old man walked briskly to guide the next lost lamb.

The corners of Xie Yuheng's lips raised slightly. He hadn't used a bow for a long time, so he was indeed a bit unwieldy.

The clouds are changing, the target is tilted, and the teenagers in the backyard have begun practicing archery on their own.

Si Yuandao sat on the stone bench under the tree, sipping tea leisurely and giving guidance from time to time.

Suddenly, Chang He hurried to Si Yuandao from outside the hospital, leaned down and whispered a few words.

Si Yuandao's expression suddenly changed and he said, "You guys practice first and teach each other what you don't understand."

Then the master and servant left in a hurry.

Hearing the sound, Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the arrows that missed the target again.

Without looking back, he threw the bow directly to Rong Shi, who caught it steadily.

The sun was already high at this time, and even though it was the end of August, it was still a bit scorching.

Xie Yuheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves and walked towards the stone table under the tree.

Rong Shi followed behind, looking at the somewhat 'lonely' figure, hesitantly said: "How about I teach master archery."

Xie Yuheng paused and said no. He walked straight to the tree and lay down on the bamboo chair, raising his hand to pour himself a cup of tea.

Rong Shi had never seen his master look like this, with a broken jar.

Even if the master has no talent in music and art, he still becomes more and more courageous with every frustration, and the more he plays, the harder he sounds. The main thing is to persevere.

I can't help but be a little worried. Among the six arts of a gentleman, the master has abandoned music.

If the archery skills are no longer good... He went to Shangjing the other day for a hunting or archery banquet.

I'm afraid that it's inevitable that the wealthy young men from the Zhongding Family will talk about it in private, and the more rude and rude ones may even say it to their faces.

No, I have to ask Mr. Si to give him some advice later. If it doesn't work, he will risk it all. If the following prisoners go to the madam, they can't let the master mess up.

With his mind spinning a thousand times, Rong Shi pursed his lips tightly and silently fanned his master.

Xie Yuheng held the grapes and put them in his mouth, leisurely watching the teenagers shoot arrows.

"Zhen Youqian, let's have a competition. The loser will call the other person brother Yi Xun."

Mei Xingyun has been taught by famous teachers, and now her confidence is overwhelming.

"No need to compete, I'm your brother too." Zhen Youqian rolled his eyes and continued to take arrows from the arrow basket.

Mei Xingyun inserted her fingers into her hair, dissipating heat. After some thought, he said, "Then I'll add a piece and a half of fine tung smoke gray ink, and that'll be fine."

"Go, go, go."

The one who spoke was not Zhen Youqian, but Xu Lu, "Hehe, I'm coming too. I'll add fifty taels of silver, so you don't need to call me brother."

Tung smoke gray ink is made from the smoke produced when oil lamps burn. It can be said to be one ounce of gold and one ounce of ink.

And there is no market for it, so you have to make a reservation with the craftsman in advance, and it will be delivered in three to five years. The superior ones are even more unthinkable, and can be used as family heirlooms in ordinary people's homes.

Zhen Youqian glanced sideways at Mei Xingyun. Could it be that the confidence he had given him when he was joking with him earlier made him think that everyone was just like him.

Looking at the tung oil smoke and ink, he responded: "Okay, if you want to call me brother in advance, you should grant your wish."

Mei Xingyun raised his eyebrows proudly, as expected, his mother was right, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward!

Previously, he had given in to Zhen Youqian, so that he would not lose to Qian Chuanzi, whose eyes were not as good as his own.