The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

The women blushed and whispered, "The Marquis is so handsome."

Wan Lianxing smiled and waved to everyone, "Want to do the laundry?"

"My lord, we have to thank you for praying for rain for us people. Look at this river water, it's so clear and cool, it's great for washing clothes." As she said this, the woman scooped up a handful of water and showed it to Wan Lianxing.

Wan Lianxing, who was usually eloquent, always became inarticulate and slow in his speech when he met these villagers. He said, "...then you wash slowly, wash slowly."

Wan Lianxing and Cheng Feng walked along the river bank and finally found a deserted and quiet river. Wan Lianxing said, "Can't we just plant rice in the river? This river looks pretty deep."

Cheng Feng looked at the rushing river and said with a smile: "I have seen rice in Bianjing. The water needs to be diverted from the river to the fields to become paddy fields. But I still need to ask someone who knows how to do it."

Wan Lianxing asked, "Is there a good chance of growing rice?"

Cheng Feng said: "As long as we guard this canal and the water does not dry up, we will be able to grow rice."

Wan Lianxing looked at the river as if he saw hope. He raised his hand and touched Cheng Feng's head, "Feng'er knows how to solve my problems."

Cheng Feng smiled awkwardly, "Uncle, I'm already 24."

Wan Lianxing said: "I know, you are exactly ten years younger than me."

Cheng Feng lowered his voice and said, "Then can you not touch my head in front of outsiders?"

Wan Lianxing looked at the people following him, turned around and said, "You little brat, there are no outsiders here, we are all family, don't mention that you are twenty-four, even if you are forty-two, you are still my nephew, I can touch your head anytime I want."

Wan Lianxing touched Cheng Feng's head again, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Bald heads are good to touch."

Cheng Feng was embarrassed and speechless, "Uncle, I'm not bald, I have hair, it's just short."

"Then your head is nice to touch, too."

Wan Lianxing really enjoys touching bald heads. There is no bald head in the mansion that he has not touched. Even the serious Huang Chenming has been touched by Wan Lianxing several times. What kind of hobby does this guy have?

Cheng Feng could feel the shadow behind Wan Lianxing laughing secretly, and suddenly a child's bell-like laughter was heard.

When everyone came to their senses, they saw clearly that there was a child running on the river. Cheng Feng was shocked when he saw it.

The child was none other than his son Cheng Youning. He was still on the water with his followers and fell into the water before he could run five steps. Cheng Feng was frightened when he saw it. The river was already full due to several heavy rains and it was said to be very deep. Before he jumped into the river, Cheng Youning floated out of the water, his little hands still paddling and his calves kicking hard.

Fortunately, Cheng Youning can swim and is as agile as a loach in the water.

Wan Lianxing said to the extra person beside him, "Why are you here to join in the fun?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

"Stop laughing, hold it back."

The attendant said, "Oh, I've had my eyes on this place for a long time. It's especially suitable for practicing martial arts."

He shouted to Cheng Youning who was swimming in the river: "If you don't walk back and forth on this river for fifty rounds today, don't even think about going back today."

"Oh, I see, Master."

Wan Lianxing raised his hand and hit the follower's head with his fan, "Are you trying to tire my great grandson to death?"

The attendant put his hands on his head and said, "My Lord, he can do it."

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Cheng Youning in the river. A person beside him saw something and said, "This kid must be a beginner."

The attendant said, "We have practiced this before."

Suiying didn't believe his follower's lies, "It's already flooded and you still say you've practiced before."

The river was flowing fast and Cheng Youning couldn't swim back to the shore for a long time.

A cold wind blew by, and Cheng Youning was grabbed by the collar by his followers and thrown onto the river bank.

Wan Lianxing was heartbroken after seeing this, and he shouted, "You treat my grandson like this? Can't you handle him with care?"

The attendant said, "If you can't bear to watch, just move on. We won't go back unless he completes his mission today."

Qiao Rong looked anxious and asked, "Young Master, are you drowned?"

Cheng Youning calmed himself down and said, "I'm not drowned. I can swim." Then he walked away on the water. Before he reached the center of the river, he fell into the water again.

The attendant brought the man back and threw him onto the river bank. Wan Lianxing was almost helpless. The only child of the Wan family was thrown onto the river bank by the attendant? Cheng Feng's face was even more frightened. However, everyone has to suffer a little when practicing martial arts. How can you practice martial arts without suffering?

Cheng Youning fell into the water again and again, and was carried out and thrown onto the river bank again and again. After repeating this for dozens of times, Cheng Youning finally successfully reached the opposite bank of the river, and then came back with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Suiying said enviously: "Young Master is indeed quite talented. It took me a long time to practice to cross such a wide river bank."

The attendant said sarcastically: "You are far from it."

Suiying was not convinced. What if he could protect Wan Lianxing? "Except for you, my Qinggong is pretty good in this mansion. I just don't have a good master, otherwise I can come and go freely."

The follower said: "Talent is not something that can be achieved through hard work and practice. You are the kind of hard-working person, but your talent is mediocre. No matter what kind of master you have, you will never become a great person."

This was too heartbreaking for Suiying. He was irritable and driven by the desire to win. He was skilled, and there were only a few who could beat him. How could he let his followers humiliate him like this? Not willing to be outdone, he challenged his followers: "You are the only one with high talent, and we are all mediocre? If you have the guts, come and compete with me in swordsmanship."

The attendant said, "I am different from you. I am as light as a swallow and rarely wield a spear or a club."

Suiying said: "If you are not good at swordsmanship, just say so. Don't be mean and belittle others when you are not good yourself."

The follower said: "I am not a fan of swordsmanship."

"..."

The two of them kept talking back and forth, and Wan Lianxing's head was about to be magnified by their quarrel. "Isn't it embarrassing? What's there to quarrel about? I'm here to listen to your verbal attacks?"

Suiying said, "My Lord, this pervert's words are too harsh to listen to."

The attendant said, "How can my words be as unpleasant as yours, Lord?"

Wan Lianxing got angry when he heard this, and he couldn't help but kick Suiying on the leg. The angle was a bit tricky, and the follower almost fell to his knees on one knee.

The attendant brushed the dust off his legs and said, "I can see that you are really well now, but you can't step so hard."

Wan Lianxing said, "Stop talking nonsense. If you want to quarrel, go to the other side of the river and don't bring me along with you."

Before Wan Lianxing finished speaking, the two men went to the other side of the river and drew their swords and started fighting.

Cheng Feng said: "Won't my uncle try to stop the fight?"

Wan Lianxing said: "Let them fight, they will stop fighting after a while, and it will be hard to tell who will win."