Jincheng flower hour

The carriage arrived in Zhuli, and it was almost dusk.Zhuang Yang rode the wind all the way, looking at the green mountains, grass, green flowers and red flowers, feeling happy.From the county, I saw many farmlands, and people gathered into villages, quiet and peaceful.Even the dusk in Zhuli is extremely beautiful, with sparkling Yishui and sunset glow sprinkled on the neat farmland, quiet like a place outside the world.

"Brother!"

On the other side of the river, two children shouted and ran from the wooden bridge.They chased after the wagon like a flock of chicks chasing a plate of bran.

Every time Zhuang Yang entered the county, he would buy many daily necessities, and he did not forget to bring some food for his younger siblings.Sometimes it is fried lotus root, sometimes it is sugar cake, and sometimes it is a small toy.

"Yi Sou, stop the carriage."

Zhuang Yang couldn't bear the two silly children running after the carriage, out of breath.

The carriage stopped, and Zhuang Lan and A Ping came after them, rushing forward.

"Wow, what a beautiful bow and arrow!"

With sharp eyes, Zhuang Lan saw the bow and arrow on the carriage at a glance.

"My brother bought it for me."

A Ping wanted to take it back from Zhuang Lan, but Zhuang Lan said, "There is one more, don't take my bow."

Zhuang Yang said with a smile: "Alan, that is Aping's bow, return it."

"Brother, this bow is small, and the big one on the cart is for Aping."

"It's too big, I can't pull it off."

A Ping picked up the big bow on the car and said it aggrieved.

"Come on, pay it all back, and I'll distribute it. Alan, go and call the dog too."

Looking up, I saw Quanzi standing on the wooden bridge looking out.He is not a dealer's child, seeing Zhuang Yang returning with a full load, he just watched from afar.

Quanzi was quickly called to the car, and he looked confused.

Zhuang Yang took out a pair of big bows and handed them to Quan Zi, but Quan Zi was dazed and didn't reach out to take it. Zhuang Yang said: "You are very good at archery, and the wooden bow you use is rough, so you need a good bow."

Quan Zi still didn't take the bow, he shook his head and said, "This bow costs a lot of money."

It was too expensive, he couldn't afford it, and he didn't dare to accept it.Quanzi looked shocked, why such a good bow was suddenly presented to him.

"Take it as your reward for teaching Ah Ping how to bow and arrow, and you will have to teach him well in the future."

Zhuang Yang laughed, and handed the bow and arrow and the quiver to Quanzi's arms, and Quanzi stretched out his hand to take it. He looked up at Zhuang Yang, hesitant to speak.Zhuang Yang patted him on the shoulder and nodded.

"Ping, come here."

A Ping immediately stood in front of Zhuang Yang.

"Among the six arts, there is archery. This is a skill to protect yourself and your home. You have to study hard."

"Yes, brother."

A Ping took the bow and bowed cautiously.

Seeing that the two bows were separated, Alan stood aside with his head bowed and said nothing.

"Alan, come here."

"Brother."

Zhuang Yang took out his pen and ink from the car and said: "I know you don't like reading, from now on you can write for an hour a day before you can play."

"Hmph, brother is biased."

Alan took the pen and ink and puffed up his cheeks.

"So, you don't want to eat preserved fruit?"

Zhuang Yang conjured up an extra pack of food, Alan shouted in surprise, and took the preserved fruit from Zhuang Yang's hand.

Seeing Zhuang Lan cheerfully sharing preserved fruit with Ah Ping, and the pen and ink being placed on the ground by her, Zhuang Yang shook his head helplessly.

Finally, the carriage moved slowly again, heading for the farmer's yard.

Gouzi is holding a bow and arrow, sitting on the wooden bridge with a quiver on his back. He strokes the bow as gently as caressing a baby. He has never used or seen such a good bow.The wood of the bow arm is hard and thick, with good hand feeling. The whole body is painted with colored paint, and the bow tip is pasted with buffalo horn slices, which is durable and beautiful.This set of bows and arrows, whether it is the bow, the quiver, or the arrows, is very exquisitely made.Quanzi couldn't put it down, and was very grateful to Zhuang Yang.Apart from gratitude, there was also trouble. He didn't know why Zhuang Yang treated him so well.

Is there a picture?

However, he is a minor, penniless, and a poor farmer, and he doesn't have what Zhuang Yang needs.

But do you want to practice bow and arrow by yourself, and when you grow up, protect their bankers?

Quanzi couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it.

"Brother Dog, here you go."

Zhuang Lan handed Quanzi something, Quanzi took it in a daze, and put a handful of preserved plums in Quanzi's palm.Quanzi put the plum in his mouth, it was sour and sweet, delicious.

"Brother Dog, we're going back."

A Ping leads Zhuang Lan, and Zhuang Lan is waving.

Quanzi nodded, watching the two neighbors leave, he realized that it was getting dark.

Quanzi took the bow and arrow home, and Mother Liu asked him where he got the bow and arrow, and Quanzi told the truth.Mother Liu was silent for a long time, and then said: "Then you teach him how to bow and arrow well, and you must do your best to do what you promise to others." Gouzi replied: "Okay."

Mother Liu doesn't know bows and arrows, but she just thinks that this pair of bows and arrows is luxurious and must be of great value, presumably the dog is appreciated by Zhuang Erlang.However, Mother Liu felt uneasy for some reason.Inuzi is good at shooting and is well-known in Fengli, but the world is chaotic, with such talent, I am afraid that when he grows up, he will not be able to escape the fate of fighting on the battlefield.

The young dog, unaware of his mother's worries, rested on the couch with a bow and arrow in his arms.He has never been given such a good gift since he was a child, and he is so lovable.

In Quanzi's dream, Zhuang Yang was wearing a white robe and standing on the wooden porch on the second floor of his house.The bright red camellia set off Zhuang Yang's smiling face. He looked gently at the dogs in the yard, and pointed to the morning glow in the sky with his fingers.Quanzi's gaze did not follow Zhuang Yang's fingers, but looked obsessively at Zhuang Yang on the wooden porch.

For some reason, looking at him filled my heart with joy.

A target was erected in the dealer's yard, next to the camellia.

Since then, Quanzi has come to teach Aping bow shooting every afternoon.He was about the same age as Aping, and looked much heavier than Aping, like an adult.

"Hands on bow riser, arms straight, up, like me."

Quanzi demonstrates the movement of holding the bow, his posture is heroic and handsome.

A Ping imitated him and adjusted his posture.

There were already servants watching in the yard, Ahe was chopping vegetables by the well, looked up and praised: "This kid looks like a general, so majestic."

Zhuang Yang sat in the corridor, watching quietly, with bamboo shoots beside him.As soon as the bamboo shoots saw Zhuang Yang, they would run to his side. In order to prevent the bamboo shoots from scratching their clothes, Zhuang Yang put his hands on the bamboo shoots' heads to pat the hair.The bamboo shoot lay comfortably on the ground, motionless.Zhuang Yang could see that Quanzi was serious about teaching, and that Aping was also interested in studying, so that was enough.A Ping is a little older, so he needs to go out for a study tour. The world is not peaceful, so it is good to have a skill in self-defense.Regardless of whether it is a merchant or an aristocratic family, the children of any family need to learn how to shoot.

"Fire arrows."

Under the command of Quanzi, Aping shot the wooden arrow, and the wooden arrow hit the target, although it was still far away from the bull's-eye.

"Haha, I hit it!"

A Ping cheered, it was the first time he hit the target.Under the target, there are several wooden arrows lying in a mess.

"I want to learn too."

Zhuang Lan ran out of the house with ink stains on her face.

"You go to write."

"No, I'm done."

The two children clung to their bows.

"Alan, come here."

Zhuang Yang called Zhuang Lan to his side, and Zhuang Lan had to go obediently.Seeing that her face was covered in ink, Zhuang Yang couldn't help laughing, and asked her: "Why did you write the words on your face?" Zhuang Lan wanted to wipe her face with her sleeve, but Zhuang Yang stopped her, and asked her: "Is it written? Sleeping?" Got it?" Zhuang Yang wiped Zhuang Lan's face with a handkerchief, but Zhuang Lan shyly muttered, "No, no."

She just dozed off for a while, and accidentally crushed the leaves covered with words.

Poor people practice calligraphy and use tree poles to write on the sand. Zhuang Yang felt that although it was not easy to write, it was difficult to write correctly, so he asked Zhuang Lan to practice calligraphy on the leaves.The leaves are all plantain leaves, which are large enough to write many words on.

Zhuang Yang put away his handkerchief, looked up and saw Quan Zi staring at him blankly, he said to Quan Zi with a smile: "If you are tired from practicing, come here to rest and have a bowl of bean soup."

Quan Zi hurriedly turned his face away and shook his head.

"Brother Dog, can I do this?"

A Ping set up a bow-drawing posture for Quanzi to see. At some point, he looked at Quanzi with respect.

"Don't move your arms, keep your eyes on the target."

Quanzi corrected Aping's actions.

"Okay, shoot the arrow."

Ah Ping shot out steadily and hit the target again.

"Brother Dog, can you teach me too?"

Ah Li came over with a bow and arrow on his back and a quiver in his hand.Although he has a pair of bows and arrows, he is very young when it comes to bows and arrows.

"come over."

"it is good!"

Ah Li moved closer to A Ping heartily, he drew his bow indiscriminately, and raised the bow and arrow above his head.In the past, Ah Li was not only bad at studying, he was also not interested in archery, he was also a child at heart, so when he saw Ah Ping studying, he followed him to learn.

"The arm is lowered and straightened, and it is held on the bow handle, not the bow tip."

Quanzi corrected A Li's mistake, he thought to himself, if he asked Uncle Wang to teach A Li, A Li would be beaten.Even if you don't know how to shoot a bow, you should have seen how other people hold a bow.

This afternoon, Quan Zi kept teaching A Ping and A Li, and later Lian Zhuang Lan joined in.Zhuang Lan was the most reckless, she got the bow, and before Gouzi corrected her posture, she shot an arrow at an old tree outside the courtyard gate, and with a "swish", it flew across a stone path at the gate.It was Gouzi who climbed up the tree and took down the arrow.

Bow shooting requires patience and meditation, Zhuang Lan's temper is too impatient.

Hearing the excitement in the courtyard, Zhuang's mother rarely came out of the courtyard to watch from the sidelines.Zhuang Yang walked over to accompany Zhuang's mother, Zhuang's mother said: "Bows and arrows have no eyes, let the children be careful." Zhuang's mother didn't see Zhuang Lan's arrow just now, otherwise Zhuang Lan would be scolded again. "Don't worry, mother, I'll watch from here." Zhuang's mother doesn't like weapons, every time she sees an arrow flying and hits the target with a snap, her arm will flick, as if frightened. "Mum, if you are afraid, don't look at it." Zhuang's mother said with a smile: "Ping'er was timid before, and I don't know when he became so brave."

A Ping in the yard shot the last arrow in his quiver, strode towards the target, and went to collect the arrow.I don't know when, Ah Ping became more cheerful, and there were many changes in him, and Zhuang's mother could see it naturally.

"This child is not an ordinary person." Mother Zhuang pointed at the dog.

The children in the yard yelled "Brother Dog", one after another.

Zhuang Yang nodded, he had already noticed it.There is a special quality in Quanzi, which is not found in children of the same age, but Zhuang Yang can't tell what this special quality is.