The general is wise and mighty

Sure enough, when everyone was packing up and preparing to leave in the afternoon, Xiang Zhuang was called away by his husband. Before leaving, he waved at An Sheng with a big smile, but when he came back, he was crying. An Sheng asked him what was wrong.

"We have become protons."

"Proton?" An Sheng was puzzled.

"It's just that I can't leave here until my brother comes." Xiang Zhuang curled his lips and wanted to cry.

"Ah?" An Sheng packed up his things, "What about now?"

"Master said he came to watch us, what should we do? I still want to learn swordsmanship." Xiang Zhuang's heart is to learn swordsmanship.

"Why don't you sneak out?" An Sheng took out the letter again and sat on the mat.

Xiang Zhuang also sat down on his butt: "Forget it, if you make my husband even more angry, my brother will not have a good life."

An Sheng nodded, Mr. is usually very amiable, but looking at the scene in the morning, I don't know why he is so serious to Xiang Ji alone.

An Sheng and Xiang Zhuang waited for half an hour, and finally saw Xiang Ji's figure.

Xiang Ji waited at Mr. Sun's place for a long time without seeing anyone, and after thinking about what happened in the morning, he ran here anyway, but was caught by Mr. Sun right away.

"Xiang Ji, come here!" The gentleman was not angry.

An Sheng instantly remembered his homeroom teacher, but Xiang Ji didn't look afraid at all, and raised his head slightly: "What's the matter, sir?"

"Of course there is something." The gentleman's rank is obviously higher than that of Xiang Ji, and he stood up, ready to preemptively strike with his height, "I won't talk about the previous one. Why don't you come to study these few days?"

"Learning to write is just for memorizing names, what's the use?" Xiang Ji was not timid at all.

"If you don't learn it, and you can't even write your name, what use are you for?" The gentleman's tone became more serious.

"I can write." Xiang Ji casually took the water cup from which Mr. Zhang drank tea, dipped his finger in the water and wrote his name on the table, "I can understand a lot of words, as long as I have enough."

The husband was furious and shook his finger pointing at Xiang Ji: "Okay, okay, okay! Then you don't come here anymore!"

"I've never entered the door." Xiang Yu explained the facts, An Sheng pulled the corner of his clothes and looked over.

An Sheng whispered: "Stop talking."

Xiang Ji turned his head away: "Is there anything else, sir, we'll go first if there's nothing else, we have something to do at home."

"Let's go, all go!" The gentleman sat down heavily, waving his hands out, as if to chase people away.

The sky had gradually darkened, and the three of them quickened their pace, none of them wanted to spend the night on the road, and they finally arrived home before it got dark, but Xiang Liang was already there.

Seeing that the three children came back so late, the parents must ask.

"Why so late today?"

An Sheng was not ready to speak, so he quietly took a step back and hid behind Xiang Ji.Xiang Zhuang didn't dare to speak, so he sneaked a glance at Xiang Ji.

"Xiao'an and Xiaozhuang were left behind by Mr. Xiang Ji." Xiang Ji was very calm, avoiding the main conflict.

"Oh?" Xiang Liang raised his eyebrows, "Xiao Zhuang, I still believe that Xiao An was also kept by the husband?"

An Sheng lowered his head and nodded silently, thinking that being left behind meant being left behind, but it wasn't my problem either.

"What's going on?" Xiang Liang still asked this question.

An Sheng didn't want to be a small reporter, his mind was spinning rapidly thinking about excuses, and then he heard Xiang Ji say it himself.

"Because I didn't go to Mr.'s class."

There was silence in the room, and it took Xiang Liang a while to speak: "Then what did you do?"

"Practice the sword."

"Hmph, practicing sword... okay, show me how to practice." Dou Guang was so dim that Xiang Liang's expression was not clear.

Xiang Ji went to the yard to pick up a long branch, stood still, and waited for Xiang Liang to come out. Xiang Zhuang also pulled An Sheng to stand by the door.

After Xiang Ji used the moves he had learned before, after a long time, Xiang Liang shook his head: "I'm not good at learning."

An Sheng stuck out his tongue, making a harsh comment.

Xiang Ji was not annoyed: "I didn't practice for almost a quarter in the middle, and I regained it for seven days."

"A good swordsman will never forget his skills in ten years." Xiang Ji's face was hidden in the shadow, and his voice was neither happy nor angry.

"If you have practiced swordsmanship, you can only deal with one person. If you are facing thousands of troops, it is useless. It is not worth learning." Xiang Ji broke the branches into several pieces and threw them into the firewood pile.

"Then why do you still want to go?" Xiang Liang chuckled.

"Because studying is more useless than practicing swords."

An Sheng rolled his eyes - that's because you can read.

"You don't think these are worth learning?" Xiang Liang asked.

"Yes." Xiang Ji replied without giving in at all, "I want to learn how to deal with thousands of people."

Xiang Liang was silent, and laughed out loud after a while, and the voice became louder and louder. Xiang Zhuang pulled An Sheng and leaned into his ear and said, "Uncle must be mad because of my brother, or else he's crazy." ?”

"Hush..." An Sheng compared his right index finger to his mouth, "Maybe he's really happy, look."

"The ability to deal with thousands of people?" Xiang Liang took a step forward, his figure was clearly outlined by the bean light in the room. Although there was no light in the front half, An Sheng could feel his frighteningly bright eyes, "Teach you the art of war !"

"Okay!" Xiang Ji's eyes were also bright, and his double pupils were dazzling, even if the light was dim, his charm could not be blocked in the slightest.

"Study again tomorrow?" Xiang Liang walked into the room, followed by Xiang Ji.

"Start today."

"Now?"

"Correct!"

An Sheng patted Xiang Zhuang's shoulder: "I'm happy if you see it. Go to sleep. They don't know how long it will take."

An Sheng has stayed here for a while, and has developed a good habit of going to bed early and getting up early, so when Xiang Ji climbed into bed, he had already fallen asleep.

"I woke you up..." Xiang Ji's voice couldn't be heard clearly, "Go to sleep..."

An Sheng murmured in a daze, turned over and fell asleep again.

"What?" Xiang Zhuang dropped his chopsticks on the ground, "Brother, are you not going?! Then what should I do?"

"Isn't there still Xiao An?" Xiang Liang's eldest nephew replied.

"Yeah, there's me too." With food in his mouth, An Sheng nodded hastily.

"No, he can listen to me but I can't..." Xiang Zhuang was really about to cry, "Brother, don't leave me alone..."

"You don't have to go—" Xiang Ji smirked.

"Huh? Really?"

"Well, go to Sister Hu's family and bring the puppy back." Xiang Ji's eyes were full of smiles.

"Ah...forget it." Xiang Zhuangbai was overjoyed, and went to wash the dishes in despair.

"Then you don't go to Mr. Sun's place to practice sword?" An Sheng asked Xiang Ji when he had time.

"I couldn't talk about it before, and I didn't think I would go to Liyang again, but since I went, I practiced for another week, and I went back to talk to Mr. Sun." Xiang Ji took An Sheng's bowl, "You Go prepare something, I'll wash it for you."

"Wow, thank you chicken." An Sheng smiled and patted Xiang Ji on the shoulder, then turned and went back to the room.

Xiang Ji smiled helplessly, why did he like to call himself this so much.

An Sheng and Xiang Zhuang waited at the husband's house for a long time, and the result was that the husband caught the wind and cold yesterday, and class was suspended today, and we will talk about it later.

Xiang Zhuang leaned into An Sheng's ear with a smile: "Could it be that we got mad at you yesterday?"

An Sheng pushed him aside: "Get lost, don't get involved in your business."

After going out, Xiang Zhuang looked serious: "An Sheng, I think we both need to talk to Mr. Sun."

"Okay, that's what you said." An Sheng agreed, and the two arrived at Mr. Sun's house.

After listening to the two of them, Sun Mao sighed: "Xiao Ji's child is quite spiritual... that's all."

Xiang Zhuang took the opportunity to say: "Mr. Sun, I am also quite spiritual, not necessarily worse than my brother, you can teach me too."

Sun Mao took the sword that Xiang Yu had used and gave it to Xiang Zhuang, asking him to try it.

An Sheng originally wanted to laugh at him for not even being able to dance with a sword, but as soon as Xiang Zhuang took the sword, he was very flexible and danced vigorously. Although some movements were not standard, it was enough to surprise the two people present.

Sun Mao was greatly surprised: "Are you willing to learn sword?"

"Yes." Xiang Zhuang nodded again and again, "Of course I am willing. Will you teach me, sir?"

"Okay." Sun Mao clapped his hands and smiled, "I'll practice it for you."

Xiang Zhuang excitedly ran to the side to watch it, while An Sheng was idly playing with the bamboo leaves. It is pretty to look at, but it always feels like it has no practical value.

An Sheng still prefers to use a knife, and the Emei stab is also good, but I don't know if there is one now.

After lunch, An Sheng guessed that it was time for the school to leave, so he called Xiang Zhuang to go home. Xiang Zhuang touched his sword reluctantly, and told Mr. Sun that he would definitely come over when he had time.

While sleeping at night, An Sheng secretly told Xiang Ji about Xiang Zhuang's sword learning, Xiang Ji nodded: "He should learn better than me, he likes it, I just don't want to go to school."

"Then you don't let him learn it." An Sheng kicked Xiang Ji.

Xiang Ji directly clamped An Sheng's calf with his legs: "Don't you think it's interesting to tease him like that?"

The corner of An Sheng's mouth twitched: "..."

"Hey, let me go." An Sheng tried to pull his leg out, but it was useless for a long time.

"You stretched it out yourself." Xiang Yu quickly reached out and grabbed An Sheng's hand that was attacking him. He held it with one hand, and put his other hand around An Sheng's shoulder to hug him. "Hurry up and go to sleep."

An Sheng struggled for a long time without escaping from the clutches, feeling drowsy, and fell asleep in this position.

In the middle of the night, Xiang Yu hugged An Sheng even tighter, and the two of them moved their heads together.An Sheng didn't wake up, but rubbed his head on Xiang Ji's forehead twice, and fell asleep.

Not long after, Xiang Liang also found out about Xiang Zhuang secretly going to learn swords, and shook his head helplessly: "Oh, just go, why don't you tell me."

"...Don't dare." Xiang Zhuang muttered.

"There's no reason to dare." Xiang Liang squeezed Xiang Zhuang's arm, "Just practice it—then, Xiao An, you are the only one who can learn to read, okay?"

"Uh, no." An Sheng replied dryly.

Xiang Liang obviously didn't think of the answer: "Why... no."

"They're all so small." An Sheng complained, "There was Xiang Zhuang who was older than me, and he was more psychologically balanced. If he didn't go, I wouldn't want to be ridiculed among a group of little peas..."

"Then what are you going to do?" Xiang Liang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Well, can I learn the art of war with Xiaoji?" An Sheng rolled his eyes and landed on Xiang Yu.

"Oh, that's fine." Xiang Liang sighed, "Xiao Ji will go tomorrow and ask Mr. if he can return some of the rice."

"Okay." Xiang Ji smiled, it seems that the skill of skipping classes is still very contagious.

The husband was so angry that he was almost bedridden. He could accept that Xiang Ji and Xiang Zhuang brothers would not come, but he couldn't figure out why An Sheng, a good student, didn't want to come. He was about to doubt the value of his own existence, so he waved his hand Let Xiang Yu take all the rice that was handed over.

Time flies, three years fly by

Xiang Ji has grown taller than Xiang Liang, Xiang Zhuang's swordsmanship is already better than Mr. Sun's, An Sheng's art of war has been studied so well that he can memorize it, and he has his own hut.

Xiang Ji and An Sheng lay on the hillside, enjoying the spring breeze on their backs.

"How do you know Sun Mao?" An Sheng counted the clouds in the sky.

"One day I ran out to play, wandered around and went to the backyard. I was a little hungry at noon, so I climbed the wall to see if there was anyone in the yard. I saw Mr. Sun practicing sword." Xiang Ji's voice changed into a deep and magnetic voice, "Even After going for a few days, I accidentally fell down again and then I got to know each other.”

"So he taught you?" An Sheng didn't believe it.

"I played tricks on him a few times." Xiang Ji sat up and looked down at An Sheng.

An Sheng hasn't been tanned at all in the past three years, his skin is still fair, and his ordinary facial features look good together.

An Sheng was dissatisfied with being interrupted while counting, and squinted at Xiang Ji, "Why?"

"I'm curious how you memorized the book of war without knowing all the words." Xiang Ji lay down again.

"I can read!" An Sheng emphasized loudly, "It's just not the characters you know. Our characters should be simpler and easier to remember, not crooked like this."

"Really?" Xiang Ji said flatly.

An Sheng immediately rushed to the deep contempt and suspicion, and quickly stood up to pull Xiang Ji: "Go, if you don't believe me, I will write it for you."

An Sheng listened to Xiang Liang's recitation, carved several military books on the bamboo slips in simplified characters, coated them with black charcoal, and hid them behind his house, so he dug them out and showed them to Xiang Ji.

"Here, I didn't lie to you." An Sheng was proud.

Xiang Ji frowned and read it again, but there was no word he knew: "Which article is this?"

An Sheng pointed to the reading and read it to him, and the complacent expression on his face became more and more obvious.

Xiang Ji nodded: "It's really much simpler, you can teach me this."

"Oh?" An Sheng touched Xiang Ji's forehead, "You don't have a fever, do you want to learn this? It's not necessary."

"Maybe it will be used in the future." Xiang Ji insisted inexplicably.

An Sheng had no choice but to agree, but he didn't expect that it would really come in handy in the future.

The two turned to the gate of the courtyard, but saw a bustling crowd, An Sheng was confused: "What happened?"

Xiang Ji frowned, and pulled An Sheng to squeeze into the courtyard, only to see Xiang Liang being taken away by some soldiers.

When Xiang Liang saw Xiang Ji, he yelled at him, "Go to Qi County to find the warden." Then he was taken away.

An Sheng felt as if he was on his body again, only to realize that everyone around him was looking at him and pointing, shivering, and leaned closer to Xiang Ji.

Xiang Yu put his arm around An Sheng's shoulder, patted it twice, and moved his eyes from Xiang Liang who was far away to An Sheng.

"There is me."