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"mother!"

"mother!"

Seeing Luo family waiting at the door, Luo Xin and his brothers ran towards their mother. Luo family looked at their faces with relief, and they hugged their two sons tightly and said:

"Fast into the house to ease and ease, mom is waiting for your dad here."

"Let's wait with your mother!" Luo Qing stood up straight, and Luo Xin nodded vigorously.

Seeing his two sons being sensible, Luo looked relieved. He knew that his two sons were stubborn and would not go back to the house and let her wait alone at the door. He hugged his two sons again and said:

"Okay, let's wait together."

After waiting for less than a quarter of an hour, he saw Luo Ping's figure.

"Dad!"

The two Luo Xin and his brothers broke free from their mother's arms and ran towards their father. Luo Qing's sharp eyes saw Luo Ping hit a rabbit, and he jumped happily and said:

"Brother, Daddy has hit the rabbit!"

Luo Xin was also envious of the fact that since he came to the Ming Dynasty, he had never eaten meat except for winning a chicken. He thought that Shu Xiu had made money, so he might as well stew the rabbit and eat it. He raised his head and said with a cute look:

"Dad, let's stew this rabbit today?"

"Hmm?" At this time, the family had already walked into the house. Luo Ping looked at Luo Xin strangely and said, "You are not studying anymore?"

"Go into the house and say!"

Luo Xin grabbed his father's hand into the room with both hands. Looking at the two brothers' excited expressions, Luo Ping and his wife were even more puzzled. Luo Xin waved to the elder brother and said:

"Brother!"

Luo Qing looked like I understood. He first took out twenty-eight-cent copper coins from his arms and put them on the table. Luo Ping and his wife looked at him and realized that this was the one who sold prey. Then they opened their eyes wide and watched in surprise as Luo Qing took out one or two silver ingots from his arms and put it on the table. Then Luo Ping's face became gloomy. However, thinking of Luo Xin's magic last time, he finally managed to resist his temperament and asked in a deep voice:

“Where does this come from?”

Luo Qing, who had already had experience, was not afraid this time, so he told the story with a gesture. Luo Ping and his wife were stunned. When did his son become so powerful?

"Xin'er, do you really know how to draw?" Luo asked in disbelief.

"Yes!" Luo Xin nodded.

"You...draw it for my mother!"

Luo hurried out of the inner room, but there was a little charcoal at home, so he brought it with him from the family. He usually burned wood and was reluctant to burn charcoal. No, Luo walked in with a small charcoal rod.

"Give!"

Luo Xin took the small charcoal rod, squatted on the ground and rubbed it. After grinding the charcoal rod, he stood up and said:

"Mom, do you have paper at home?"

Luo Ping and his wife looked embarrassed, but Luo Ping reacted quickly and pointed at the wall and said, "Draw the wall."

The house was newly painted, but the walls were fairly white. Luo Xin walked to the wall, turned his head and asked, "Who are you painting?"

"Tell me!"

Before Luo Ping and his wife could speak, Luo Qing said in a hurry and stood in the center of the ground to practice martial arts. Luo Xin looked at Luo Qing seriously, then turned around and drew it quickly on the wall. As the points, lines and surfaces formed, the light surface, dark surface, and the light and dark boundary line appeared, Luo Qing and his wife not only had their eyes wide open, but their mouths wide open.

When Luo Xin finished painting, Luo Ping was still staring at the portrait on the wall blankly, muttering to himself:

"Blessed by our ancestors, my family is about to have Wenquxing..."

Luo's eyes were red with joy, and tears fell from her eyes. However, Luo Qing had already run to the wall, looked up, down, left, and right...

Luo Xin heard his father's murmur and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. If you draw a sketch, you will be Wenquxing? Wenqu is not that simple! He sighed in his heart, then regained his spirit and put on a cute look again.

"Dad, can you stew the rabbit this time, right?"

"stew!"

Luo Ping was extremely straightforward, jumped off the kang and went outside to pack up the rabbits. Luo even walked to Luo Xin, hugged Luo Xin in his arms, and kept calling:

"Xin'er, Xin'er..."

A pot of rabbit meat was eaten up and even the soup was drunk. Luo Xin and Luo Qing touched their stomachs and shook them into their house with a happy smile.

The next morning, my father went out again, but this time my father did not take a bow or gun. He did not go towards the mountains, but towards the county town.

"Mom, where are you going?"

A trace of worry appeared in Luo's eyes, and he touched Luo Xin's head and said, "Your father will know when you come back tonight."

"Brother Xin, go catch the tits!" Zhang Tiezhu ran from a distance with a large dustpan. The child did not hold grudges and forgot that he had slap Luo Xin was hit by. Luo Xin waved his hand and said:

"I won't go, you go, catch more."

"Look!" Zhang Tiezhu stepped on his calf and ran towards the village head excitedly.

"This silly boy!"

Luo Xin shook his head with a smile, and then returned to the yard with his mother and elder brother. When his mother entered the house and was busy with housework, Luo Qing picked up the big gun leaning against the wall. Luo Xin paused, and then walked to the wall and picked up a big gun:

"Brother, I'll call you the sword technique today."

Luo Qing's eyes lit up and then dimmed: "My brother, we don't have a knife."

"First use a gun to make a knife, wait for my father to come back, and let him make two of us knives."

"Okay!" Luo Qing became energetic again.

"Brother, you're ready!"

Luo Xin began to use a gun as a knife, demonstrating the thirty-six styles of the swords one by one, and accompanied by reciting the sword techniques. Luo Qing is indeed a martial arts genius, and his understanding of martial arts is indeed more than Luo Xin. Luo Xin only demonstrated it once, and Luo Qing learned 80% of the time. In one morning, Luo Qing learned the thirty-six styles of the swords, and it will be a problem of training in the future.

Luo Qing didn't know how tired he ran to the yard to practice cutting the knife in the afternoon. Luo Xin hugged on the kang and looked out the window. There was paper sticking on the window, and the transparency was very poor. He couldn't see outside at all. He could only hear the elder brother's shouting in the yard. I thought my father would be able to come back at dusk, and I didn't know what to do in the county town, so I took out the Analects of Confucius, which was sent by Butler Lu, and started reading.

After seeing this, Luo Xin's spirit gathered. There were also some papers pasted in the book, with fly-headed small regular script written on it, with two types of writing styles. Luo Xin thought about it. This should be the experience of Butler Lu and the Lu family's master on the Analects. This was collected by Luo Xin, a person who loves history and ancient Chinese, was undoubtedly new information, which was very attractive to him, so he began to read it carefully.

Before I knew it, the light in the room dimmed and the font on the book could not be seen clearly. I listened with my ears, and I heard the sound of chopping the material outside. I thought it was my elder brother who was chopping the material. I looked out the window. Although I couldn't see the scenery outside clearly, I could see that the light was dimming, and it was dusk.

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