Syndicate Growth Manual

"Are you tired, Anu?" He asked his son while rubbing.

"My heart is so tired. Xiaozhuan strokes are too complicated." Zhao Yuan rubbed his feet in frustration, and looked up at his father. "Father, what do you think if I can't learn to write?"

Zhao Chen couldn't help laughing: "What nonsense are you talking about! I've never heard of a child who can't learn to write, and calligraphy is only basic. You are afraid of this. What should I do when I read Lao Zhuang and the Five Classics in the future?"

What?Is there such a thing as Lao Zhuang Confucius in this era? !

Zhao Yuan suddenly felt dark in front of his eyes, and his future was hopeless.You must know that he is now in the prosperous era of aristocratic families. There is no such thing as an imperial examination system for selecting poor families. To be an official, you only need to compete with your father and ancestors.

"Reading is all for nothing, it's just to teach you how to read, and arithmetic is nothing more than nine numbers, measurement, and accounting. It's not too late to learn later." Zhao Chen thought for a while, "Teaching etiquette is enough for a father. Shoot until you get older, but now you need to lay some foundations." He turned to Huai Xi and asked, "Are you ready for the bows and arrows that I told you to prepare for Da Lang?"

Huai Xi hurriedly buckled her head: "It's ready." Then she took a small Tuomu ox horn bow from the lacquer cabinet in the corner of the small study room. The horns on the inside of the bow arm were trimmed with marble to prevent slipping. The paint color of the bow was shiny. , the bow string is round and even, and the short arrow attached to the side is also well-made. Although it is used for children's archery enlightenment, it is enough to be called a good pair of bows and arrows.

Zhao Chen took it over and inspected it, with a very satisfied expression on his face.The two little boys beside him, although they are not very old, are very safe in handling things, and their martial arts are also trained by themselves, and when Zhao Yuan grows older, they will be given to him directly, so they can be his companions.

"Zhao Yuan, this is the first bow my father gave you. Take it." He handed the bow to his son.

Zhao Yuan was already so excited when he saw the bow and arrow just now. At this time, he quickly took the small bow with both hands, and then saluted Zhao Chen to express his father, I love you!By the way, aren't some men excited when they see bows and arrows? !

He stroked his little bow affectionately with his chubby hands, then raised his eyebrows, and pulled hard with both hands—I pulled—and then pulled, why the hell can’t it be pulled away!Why can't it be pulled away!

Zhao Chen struggled a few times before swallowing his laughter. Seeing his son's chubby face was turning purple, he scolded: "You idiot, this bow is as small as half a stone. You've never practiced it before. Where can I find it?" Can you pull it away?"

Zhao Yuan asked unwillingly: "How much is half a stone? Isn't this for children?"

Zhao Chen picked up the small bow, stretched the string to the full with one finger, and said slowly: "One stone is four jun, which is 120 catties."

What--

Zhao Xiaoyuan's jaw is about to drop, are you kidding me?This kind of bow and arrow, which can be called a toy, still needs sixty catties of strength to draw it to the full?He couldn't help being short of breath, and asked his father listlessly: "Father, do you usually draw a big bow?"

Zhao Chen smiled slightly: "Two and a half stones off the horse, and two and a half stones on the horse."

Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded.One stone is one hundred and twenty, so two stones are two hundred and a few catties... What the hell does he have a strong man father?

A certain father couldn't help laughing when he saw his son's stupid look.The second boy Zhengyang Huaixi couldn't help lowering his head deeply, hiding his frightened face, Lang Jun usually showed no signs of emotion, and smiled so abruptly, it was scary...

Zhao Xiaoyuan became angry from embarrassment, and rushed towards a certain father with a cry. Because his legs and feet were too short, he finally stuck his face face down under the feet of a certain father.

"My son is very good." Zhao Chen smiled slightly, and stroked his son's hairy head.

Zhao Yuan hated him so much that he couldn't help but beat the ground.

For the next six months, Zhao Yuan, accompanied by Zhengyang Huaixi's two children, practiced unceasingly every day, but he finally drew the half-stone bow, but the arrows he shot were very inaccurate.He was heartbroken, and he wasn't depressed at all. Fan gave him some snacks to comfort him, but he was quite open to it: "I'm still young, and practicing qigong doesn't happen overnight, just take it slowly."

If anything has changed in the past six months, it is that Zhao Yuan has finally started to make friends.His father's left and right generals returned to Jiangcheng from the Xiguan station to report on their duties, and they came back with their wives and children.

General Zuo came from the Yuan family, and his family had one wife and four concubines, but he had only a pair of twins born by his wife, called Yuan Jue and Yuan Huang.The right general, Zhen Liao, has no wife, and only one concubine's room gave birth to a son, Zhen Cheng, who is now raised in his wife's room as a legitimate son.To put it simply, these two have not seen their boss for a long time, and directly contributed their sons to get closer to their boss.

Looking at the two boys in front of him, Zhao Yuan couldn't help sighing.In two lifetimes, this is the first time that there is a kind of rich second-generation chasing foot, well, even a follower.But to be precise, they are playmates, even if they are of noble status... Speaking of which, his father also needs to contact the two subordinates, so he has to treat these two children well.

"My father said that you will be my younger brothers from now on and live with me," he smiled and stepped forward, stretching out his fat paws to touch the little hands of Yuan Jue and Zhen Cheng, "it's strange to call names Why don't I just call you A Jue and A Cheng?"

Yuan Jue and Zhen Cheng looked at each other, and replied with a very sincere expression: "Just do what the elder brother said."

Zhao Yuan was very satisfied. It seemed that his two younger brothers were very knowledgeable and did not have the arrogance he imagined for the children of the rich and powerful.Alas, it is said that the backyard is a social place for women, isn't it the same here?Everyone is the only child in the family who will be the pillars of the future, and the relationship between each other also represents the relationship between the parents. For his father, he has to treat these two younger brothers well.

Zhao Yuan enthusiastically took the two of them to visit the entire Zhongjun Mansion. Fan had already ordered Liqiu and Chuncao to arrange the residences of Yuan Jue and Zhencheng, and it was in his simple garden. Choose the first-class xuanxi seats, tables, exquisite lacquerware, various antique ornaments, and even seasonal clothing, personal accessories and so on.Both Yuan Jue and Zhencheng only brought a young companion, and they had to make other arrangements. They also had a few boys and maidservants to serve them, which could be said to be appropriate in every way.

Yuan Jue is a straightforward person. He only felt that Zhao Yuan was enthusiastic and Zhen Cheng was very careful. After a quick glance, he was quite satisfied.Although they have been instructed by their father to follow Zhao Yuan's lead, they have grown up like gold and jade, and if they are inferior to others when they come here, that is absolutely unbearable!Fortunately, the general seems to be a reasonable person, so he can be regarded as a good backer.

For lunch, Zhao Yuan specially asked the kitchen to make sour bamboo shoots and old duck soup. The sour bamboo shoots were pickled by his wife on the stove, and now they have become a famous delicacy for banquets in the Zhongjun Mansion.After eating, he took his two little friends to his school yard, proudly showing off his little bow and arrow.

"Now I can draw the half-stone bow. It's really not easy." He touched his small Tuomu bow with his chubby hand with great emotion.

Yuan Jue really couldn't bear it anymore!

He strode forward, snatched the bow and arrow from Zhao Yuan, pulled his arms, loosened his fingers, and the small arrow flashed across the entire school field like lightning, and landed on the red heart of the target several feet away.

"..." Zhao Yuan.

The corner of Zhencheng's mouth twitched, he couldn't bear to see Zhao Dalang's expression.According to the current words, his mental state is: he is really a teammate like a pig!Aren't they still in the stage of gaining favor? !Is it really a man to slap the boss in the face like this! ! !

"I want my elder brother to know that I was able to draw a bow half a stone and a half ago, but I was taught by my father." Yuan Jue looked at Zhao Yuandao with a serious face, "Since my elder brother is our elder brother, I need to work harder." Practice harder!"

Woolen cloth!What about Nima!

Zhao Yuan waved his sleeves angrily, and walked away with short legs.

Yuan Jue: "..."

Zhencheng: "..."

Yuan Jue turned to his little friend in confusion, "Isn't he the son of the great general?"

Zhen Cheng immediately understood what he meant.

"Isn't that good?" He grinned.

Hey, be a little stupid, maybe their life will be easier.

Zhao Yuan was completely unaware that he had been underestimated.He was squatting in frustration on his arhat bed decorated with shells and jewels, introspective in a crouching position.

If he had any support in this unknown ancient time and space, it must be his father.Because he was raised by Zhao Chen as soon as he came through. Although he knew that he was not born by Zhao Chen, no one from his own birth came out to stimulate him in the past few years, and the people around him seemed to come later, not at all. Knowing the secrets of the mansion, he has long forgotten his adopted status... Now think about it, which man doesn't want his own son, if the adopted one is not good enough, wouldn't it be more unbearable?

Well now, two "children from other people's homes" came, and his father would definitely be disappointed with him.If Zhao Chen knew what Zhao Xiaoyuan was thinking, he would definitely want to thank Yuan Juezhencheng.It has been more than five years since his cub landed, and he was so delicate that Didi couldn't bear the hardships. Now he finally has a sense of crisis and is ready to work hard.

So in the afternoon Zhao Yuan went to the small study for an unprecedented time to practice calligraphy by himself.The two little friends searched all over the house but couldn't find him, so they went back to their rooms to take a nap. Unlike usual, he only practiced for half an hour, and practiced for more than an hour at a stretch, until he almost lost feeling in his fingers before stopping.When he looked up, he found that his father had returned at some time, leaning on a corner and looking at him.

"Finished?" Zhao Chen got up and sat down as if nothing had happened, and took a look at Zhao Yuan's chubby hand, "I told you not to practice for too long, look, your fingers are swollen."

Zhao Yuan curled his lips and stuffed his paws: "Father, rub it."

Is this kidding?Zhao Chen raised his eyebrows and carefully rubbed his son's fat little fingers with his hands without asking any further questions.

He frowned a little distressed: "How can you do things overnight? Don't practice for so long next time."

Zhao Yuan answered him in a very serious tone: "If you don't endure hardships, how can you learn to write? If you suffer hardships, you will be a master!"

Zhao Chen was almost frightened, it was not like his son would say such words at all.

He coughed a few times, and asked casually, "How about the companion that Father found for you?"

Let's not mention it, but as soon as those two people were mentioned, Zhao Yuan's face darkened, and he pouted happily: "As soon as I came, I drew a half-stone bow!"

Zhao Chen raised his eyebrows: "Is it Yuan Jue or Zhen Cheng?"

Zhao Yuan glanced at him: "What's the difference?"

"There's a big difference," Zhao Chen continued rubbing his son's fingers. "If it's Yuan Jue, it's fine. He has been very strong since he was a child, and he is well-known in Xiguan, and his temperament is relatively simple. But if it's Zhencheng, then You have to think of a way, that kid is young but has a lot of thoughtfulness, he must give you a bad reputation."

Zhao Yuan snorted, "It's Yuan Jue."

No wonder, it turned out that he was a natural born strongman, so he said that someone was so perverted that a kid who was too big had nothing to do with drawing a bow and practicing!

Zhao Chen smiled slightly: "Since it's Yuan Jue, father can't vent your anger on you. You have to find a way to win the game yourself." He looked down at the white and fat little hand in his palm, and squeezed it again. , "When my father finishes his work, I will teach you how to ride and shoot."

"Got it!" Zhao Yuan withdrew his paw in dissatisfaction, and looked suspiciously at his father's expression.Looking at it this way, there doesn't seem to be any disappointment or contempt. To be precise, why are you quite happy? !