After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

Su Yunting, who successfully found a master, was like a happy little bird, flapping his wings and flying all the way back to the Yongchang Marquis Mansion.

"Mother, mother, elder brother, younger sister, where are you?"

Su Yunting ran all the way, shouting loudly all the way.

Gu Nanxi and Lumei are discussing how to celebrate the Spring Festival. Spring is here, so outing and camping are a must!

"What's going on? Why are you so happy?" Gu Nanxi asked Su Yunting.

The joy on his face almost turned into honey and flowed down.

Infected by his emotions, Gu Nanxi couldn't help but smile.

Su Yunting hugged Gu Nanxi.

In just a few months, his height has grown like a bamboo shoot, and now he is half a head taller than Gu Nanxi.

"Thank you, mother. You love me the most. I finally succeeded in becoming your disciple!"

Without waiting for Gu Nanxi to ask in detail, Su Yunting excitedly told the whole story of how he visited Zhuge Liang three times, how he pestered old man Geng, and how old man Geng finally agreed to accept him as a disciple and set three rules for him to abide by.

"Mother, you hid it too deeply! I didn't expect that Old Man Geng was one of the eight major sects. Why did you have to invent several sects instead of just writing about the Hanguang Sect? Is there a hidden story behind the demise of the Hanguang Sect?"

Gu Nanxi was shocked. How could such a coincidence exist in the world? !

I just broke up several martial arts novels and combined them together. I am not alluding to the current situation!

"Mother, I knew you were ambitious! You've been playing this game since the Baichuan Academy assessment! And through The Legend of the Lonely City, you're telling the story of a hero who cares about his country and his family! You want to unite the people of Jianghu and fight the enemy together, and you also want to inspire the chivalrous hearts of the people!"

"Since there is the Hanguang Sect in Youzhou, there must be other sects as well! When they see that their stories of fighting against the enemy are written in your book, they will surely be grateful and come to join you!"

"I only thought you were a war advocate, but I never expected that you actually wanted to retake the Sixteen States! My son is too narrow-minded."

"Mother, don't worry. Since you have such an ambition, your son will not let you down! When I succeed, I will lead the army to recapture the 16 states!"

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Su Yunting's mouth was like a machine gun, chattering non-stop, leaving Gu Nanxi no chance to interrupt.

As his analysis became more and more convincing, Lumei and the other maids in the yard were amazed.

"So that's how it is. You are worthy of being called Madam."

"Who can match such great talent and strategy?"

"Who says daughters are inferior to boys? Just look at our lady. I think there are few men in this world who can compare to our master."

Amidst the praises, Gu Nanxi became more and more silent.

The predicament of the Great Zhou Dynasty is extremely similar to that of a certain dynasty in my world. If my actions have caused them to misunderstand and develop a desire to regain control, I cannot help but take the blame!

Silence is the default.

Gu Nanxi's attitude gave everyone a signal that their guesses were correct.

This also made Su Yunting's determination to become a disciple and learn skills more determined. The next morning, he got up early.

"Master, Master, I'm here."

Su Yunting stood at the gate of the courtyard with great interest, stuck his head out and shouted inside.

Old man Geng, wearing a pair of straw sandals, opened the gate and handed Su Yunting a hoe.

"Huh? Master, we don't have class today?" Su Yunting was about to hand the hoe to the servant beside him, but was stopped by Old Man Geng.

"Carry it yourself! It's such a short distance, do you need someone to help you carry it?"

Su Yunting obediently carried the hoe by himself. It was not heavy, but the flesh on Su Yunting's shoulders was tender. After a while, he felt his left shoulder was a little red, swollen and painful.

"I will teach you the first lesson today."

Su Yunting pricked up his ears and listened.

"Hoe the land! Farming like this depends on the weather. Fertile soil is prone to weeds. So we have to hoe the land to prevent the weeds from competing with the rice seedlings for nutrients."

Su Yunting rubbed his ears, looked at the endless rice fields in front of him, and couldn't help asking, "Master, did you teach me wrongly? I'm not here to learn how to farm."

"Farming is what I'm best at. Do you want to learn it or not?" Old man Geng's tone was indifferent, as if to say, if you want to learn, then learn it, if you don't want to learn, then get lost.

Su Yunting recalled that Yun Gucheng had also gone through all kinds of difficulties before he could learn martial arts.

"Ah, I understand. This is your test for me! Don't worry, Master. I will not be afraid of hardship or fatigue!" Su Yunting stuck out his butt, imitated Old Man Geng, and started digging grass in the field with a grunt.

His clumsy appearance soon became a sight in the village, and the villagers laughed and made bets on how long he could hold out.

"Master, the sun has come out. Why don't we go back and take a rest?" Su Yunting was sweating and panting.

Geng Laohao looked up and saw that the sun was still far from noon, so he continued without raising his head.

Su Yunting pursed his lips, but when he thought about the fact that Hanguang Sect had been passed down since the Zhou Dynasty, and that with such a long history, there must be many peerless martial arts, he began to calm down and continue weeding.

I have to say that the vitality of this weed is stronger than that of rice.

They grow in places where rice seedlings cannot grow. They also grab the rice seedlings where they grow well, which is really annoying.

Just when Su Yunting was working so hard that his back ached and he felt dizzy and was about to pass out, Old Man Geng finally said, "Take a break first."

Su Yunting's whole body went limp, and with the help of the servant, he held his lower back and limped to the shade of a big tree to enjoy the cool air.

Su Yunting originally thought that after this morning's work, he would have pulled out at least one acre of weeds! Unexpectedly, when he looked around, the small piece of land he had finished was so insignificant.

"When the sun is high in the sky, I am hoeing the field, and my sweat drips down to the ground. Who knows that every grain of rice on the table is the result of hard work? The life of a farmer is really not easy!"

As Su Yunting was reciting, he glanced at Old Man Geng for his reaction.

Old man Geng’s reaction was no reaction at all.

He held a large ceramic bowl and drank water in small sips, his breathing was steady, as if he didn't feel tired at all.

"Go on, we must give this piece of land out today!"

Su Yunting followed behind Old Man Geng lazily, enduring the pain and continuing to bend over and pull out weeds.

This lasted a whole day, and Su Yunting only stopped when the sun set in the west.

Old Mr. Geng didn't even offer him a meal and directly asked Su Yunting to go back home.

That night, Su Yunting's wails echoed throughout the sky above the Yongchang Marquis' Mansion.

"Be gentle! Be gentle, it hurts so much!"

"Master, are you going tomorrow? Or would you like to take a day off?"

"A real man never complains! Go get me the medicinal oil that Miss Huang gave me last time when she beat me up! Apply it all over my body!"

No matter how vicious Su Yunting is, he was the one Lumei had watched grow up.

Seeing him in such a miserable state, Lu Mei couldn't help but feel distressed: "Master, why don't we go find that old man and talk to him to be gentler?"

Gu Nanxi looked towards Su Yunting's courtyard: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. This is the path he has chosen, so he must continue on."