The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

The old bandit waved his hand: "Ah Chen, come on, help Uncle Song and Mao Mao grow vegetables."

Xie Chen responded, and was about to go forward to find Song Jiao.

Song Shiguan took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand to stop Xie Chen. Xie Chen bent over and walked past him with smooth movements, reaching Song Jiao's side.

He knelt down beside Song Jiao and said in a low voice: "I will do what I say. I told my grandpa that I don't want you to accompany me to study, but my grandpa insists on coming. I have no choice but to come with him. .”

Song Jiao lowered his head, counted three seeds, and put them into the pit.The little yellow dog covered the soil with its front paws.

Cooperate tacitly.

Originally, the explanation was over here, but Xie Chen saw that Song Jiao lowered his head and did not speak, and worried that his wise image of keeping his word would be discounted by him. After thinking about it, he explained one more sentence——

"real."

Song Jiao ignored him, took a step to the side, and continued to plant the seeds.The little yellow dog also took a step after him.

Xie Chen was a little angry, but looked closer at his face again: "Are you crying?"

Upon hearing this, Song Jiao raised his head and showed him his smooth face: "No!"

Nothing is fine.

Xie Chen pursed the corners of his lips, and asked in a low voice: "Are you really not going back? You promised to help me with my homework, so you wrote a few."

"I can't help it either." Song Jiao thought for a while, "Otherwise, just treat it as my debt, wait..."

"You and your grandfather might leave at some point, where can I find you then?"

"Then..." Song Jiao thought about it again, "I don't have a pen and paper here, you bring the pen and paper in a few days, and I'll give it to you after I finish writing..."

Song Jiao looked at the pen and paper that Xie Chen took out from nowhere.

He just waited for this sentence.

Xie Chen stuffed the pen and paper into his hand: "Hurry up and write, I'll get it in two days."

"... Oh." Song Jiao was speechless, "I'll help you do more homework, can you tell your grandpa not to come over?"

Xie Chen looked back.

The two grandpas are arguing, and it doesn't seem to be over so soon.

Xie Chen turned his head, and casually took a seed from Song Jiao's hand to eat: "My grandfather is a cow."

Song Jiao watched in shock as he ate his own seeds, quickly tied up his seed pockets and hid behind his back, not forgetting to say: "My grandpa is a nine-headed cow!"

Start comparing.

"My grandpa is a hundred cows!"

"My grandfather is ten..." Song Jiao looked down at his fingers, "Ten, a hundred cows!"

"My grandfather is the old head of the bandit village!"

"My grandfather is the Great Historian of Song Dynasty!"

"My grandpa can eat shit!"

Xie Chen, who had never lost to grandpa, stepped on the field ridge, with his hips crossed and his head raised, with extraordinary momentum, announcing to the whole world.

Song Jiao and his little yellow dog were stunned.

The old bandit and Song historian who were quarreling were also stunned by this sentence.

The old bandit tried to stop him: "Ah Chen, shut up!"

Of course, Xie Chen didn't hear it: "My grandfather said that when he was young, he kept horses in the stable, and the owner threw steamed buns on the horse manure for him to eat. If he dared to wash the steamed buns, he would eat them! My grandfather dared to eat them to death." Horse meat! My grandfather dares to eat grass, just like a horse eats grass!"

The old bandit's face was ashen, and he pressed his head with a palm: "I've made you shake out all the wealth of my family."

Song Jiao raised his head and looked at Grandpa Xie Chen with shocked eyes.

Grandpa Xie Shen is amazing.

With a straight face, Song Shiguan stepped forward and picked up Song Jiao, who was squatting on the ground and staring intently at the old bandit, and carried him back.

When passing by the old bandit, the old bandit reached out and grabbed his sleeve: "Hey, Mr. Song, think about it, the court doesn't care about you anymore, I'm here, you can do whatever you want."

He pushed Xie Chen forward: "It's okay to let my grandson accompany your grandson."

Xie Chen opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "Grandpa!"

The old bandit glared, shut up, who told you to sell grandpa first?

"Let him wait for your grandson to wash his face and feet every day, okay?"

Xie Chen was completely shocked: "Grandpa!"

Song Jiao's eyes lit up: "Grandpa Xie Shen, are you serious?"

The old bandit patted his chest: "Of course it's true. I'm his grandfather. If I decide, let him serve you and your puppy."

Song Historian looked down at Song Jiao, and Song Jiao changed his words in a low voice: "It's better not to."

Song Shiguan hugged Song Jiao, went back to the post house, and locked the door.

The two bandits, one old and one young, stood outside the door for a while, and finally left.

Before leaving, the old bandit put down a cruel sentence: "Three visits to the thatched cottage, this is the 'first visit', you wait for me, I will come to beg you tomorrow!"

Xie Chen said weakly: "Grandpa, I think Grandpa Song may not think you are very smart."

"...Stop talking, if grandpa is smart, grandpa won't have to beg him." The old bandit picked up Xie Chen, carried him on his shoulders, and took him home, "Grandpa will teach you a lesson today, called 'Da Jiangshan It's easy, but it's hard to defend the country'. How long has it been fighting, and only a few places have been fought, and the military affairs in the rear are a little bit powerless."

The old bandit smacked his lips and shook his head: "That "National Policy" is really well written. The dog emperor is blind and doesn't use him. It has been delivered to his door. I appointed him to take him back."

Xie Chen asked: "Then what if Grandpa Mao Mao refuses all the time?"

"Grandpa will teach you another lesson today, it's called 'A strong girl is afraid of a man'."

Perhaps because he realized that this kind of thing is not suitable for five-year-old children to learn, the old bandit changed his words in time before Xie Chen asked the question.

"Hey, Grandpa was wrong, what Grandpa said was 'Corporal Lixian'."

Xie Chen thought for a while with his fingers: "Grandpa, I think the five-character trick is more powerful."

"Of course." The old bandit coughed twice, "Grandpa saw that you and Maomao had a good time just now, and he will bring you here tomorrow, so you can help grandpa pester Maomao."

Xie Chen rolled his eyes: "Okay."

You can ask Song Jiao to help him with his homework every day!

Early the next morning, two bandits, one old and one young, appeared at the gate of the post house on time.

Xie Chenru wished to get the big characters full of writing from Song Jiao, and gave him new homework: "I will come back tomorrow."

Song Jiao drew a long voice: "Ah? Are you coming tomorrow?"

"Well, my grandpa said he will come every day from now on."

"Ah? Come every day?" Song Jiao returned the new homework to him, "I've already finished writing for you, so I won't help you anymore."

Xie Chen turned his head and glanced at the two grandpas.They no longer quarreled, his grandfather surrounded the Song historian and spoke loudly, and the Song historian took a hoe and concentrated on opening up wasteland, unmoved, only slightly frowning, showing that he was a little irritable.

Xie Chen turned around and said to Song Jiao: "Do you not want my grandpa to come over?"

Song Jiao nodded: "Yes."

"Then you help me with my homework, and I won't let my grandpa come over tomorrow."

"Then wait until tomorrow."

After Song Jiao finished speaking, she turned around and went to find her grandfather.

He has learned smart.

Xie Shenyou complained, and hugged him: "Grandpa, I'm entangled with Mao Mao!"

Mr. Xie, who was talking excitedly, looked back, good guy, Xie Chen hugged Song Jiao, and lay down on the ground. The two of them were rolling away, and the little yellow dog was chasing after them.

Mr. Xie immediately drew a clear line: "Mr. Song, this is by no means what I meant, my grandson is a bit stupid!"

Song Shiguan threw down his hoe angrily and chased him out.

On the third day, it rained at night. Earlier, two bandits held umbrellas and appeared at the gate of the post house again.

The two stood side by side, the rain fell beside them.

Master Xie said: "Ah Chen, you can't pester Maomao like that. You can find another way to do it well. Grandpa will reward you for not having to do homework today."

"Oh." Xie Chen nodded, took the umbrella in another hand, and shook his red left hand, "But Grandpa, I think, if Grandpa Song Jiao doesn't come out to grow vegetables on rainy days, you won't be able to see him."

"you're right."

——Old Master Xie squatting under the eaves, said so.

Song Shiguan reinforced the wooden door of the room overnight, pinned the source of the noise out of the door, and quietly taught Song Jiao to read at home.

It wasn't until the rain stopped that the door was opened. Song Jiao poked his head out from inside, took a look, and quickly retracted.

"Grandpa, they haven't left yet!"

Complaint tone.

But it was almost dinner time, and they couldn't stay in the room all the time.

The Song historian was extremely reluctant, so he got ready and opened the door: "Mamao, you stay in the room, and grandpa goes to the kitchen to cook."

Song Jiao hugged the little yellow dog, and nodded obediently: "Okay."

When Mr. Xie heard the sound of the door opening, he immediately stood up and waved his hand as if commanding thousands of troops: "Ah Chen, come on!"

Xie Chen stepped forward quickly, bypassed the official historian of Song Dynasty, and ran into the room like flying.

He took off his shoes and climbed onto the couch.Song Jiao was reviewing the article that Song Historian taught him in the morning, glanced at him, and preemptively said, "I won't help you with your homework, because your grandpa is here again today."

"I don't want you to write for me, I can write by myself." Xie Chen shook his left hand.

Song Jiao blinked: "Have you been slapped on the palm?"

Xie Chen put his red left hand behind his back: "No."

"I saw it." Song Jiao stretched out his hand towards him, "Bring it here and let me have a look, and I'll give you Hu Hu, Hu Hu will not hurt anymore."

Xie Chen paused for a while before passing his left hand over.Song Jiao poked his red palm with his finger, and Xie Chen poked his neck and said, "It's all because your handwriting is so ugly, it doesn't look like mine at all. Mr. Liu figured it out as soon as he tried it."

Song Jiao, who had just puffed out her cheeks and wanted to blow him off, held back her breath, raised her hand, and patted his palm hard.

"Ow!"

Song Jiao ran away after the beating, and Xie Chen hugged her waist before she even got on the bed, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Song Jiao struggled outward: "Grandpa..."

Xie Chenshi hugged him and refused to let go, rolling him on the ground two or three times.

When the two grandpas found them, the two had already rolled out of the room. The ground was muddy on a rainy day, and the two children were sitting in the mud, almost unable to recognize who was who.

Master Xie picked up one of the clay children: "Mr. Song, this should be Maomao."

The child in his arms opened his mouth: "Grandpa, it's me."

"Oh, so it's you." He put Xie Chen back on the ground.

After a month like this, the seeds Song Jiao buried in the post house sprouted, and they had grown very tall, and they could be harvested soon.

Mr. Xie came to the house almost every day, and visited the thatched cottage three times, for a total of thirty visits.

On this day, he took Xie Chen to the post house as usual.

Today is a fine weather, Mr. Xie thinks it is a good sign.

It is indeed a good thing that today's post house is not locked.

Master Xie pushed open the door: "Mr. Song!"

Xie Chen pushed open the other half of the door: "Maomao!"

The historian of the Song Dynasty was sitting in the middle of the posthouse lobby, on the grand teacher's chair missing a leg, with one hand on the table beside him and the other on his knee.

There were two things on the table beside him, one was bright yellow silk with dark patterns, and there was a jug of wine, paired with two jade cups, on which was a gift from the emperor.

He finally waited for the court's order, but he seemed...

Song Jiao was dug up early in the morning and received the order with his grandfather. After receiving the order, he knew that his grandfather seemed unhappy, so he didn't dare to disturb him, so he hugged the puppy and sat beside his grandfather, quietly.