Zhahe didn't say much more, and only reported to her the preparations of the savages in recent days. Hua Rong listened very carefully, especially about the reserves of winter supplies and the preparation of weapons. Zhahe was almost The last qualified general manager. At this time, she was really impressed by this Jurchen who was born as a low-level soldier. In addition to his kind qualities, he actually had such talents.
Zhahe was very embarrassed when he saw her praising him and rubbing her hands: "Brother, actually, I learned all this from you."
Hua Rong smiled sweetly: "How can I teach you this?" She suddenly remembered what she wanted to do and her husband's military formations. After thinking about it, she said: "Zhahe, I will still need your help in the future. "
Zhahe was overjoyed: "Brother, I'm afraid that one day you won't need my help anymore!"
"Zhahe, even if I don't need help, you are still my best friend!"
Zhahe was incoherent and didn't know what to say. He just kept rubbing his head. Lu Wenlong drank the fruit wine and blushed. Seeing that Zhahe's face was even redder than his own, he asked strangely: "Uncle Zhahe, are you drunk?"
"I haven't drank yet tonight. Ha... Wenlong, little brother, I'll get you some barbecue again." Zhahe turned around and left, his steps quick and light, full of joy, but he couldn't describe it.
Hua Rong looked at his back, thoughtfully, and her heart moved. As soon as the art of war that she wanted to write came out, she had to find the best successor. Wenlong was still young, so the first choice was Zhahe. Regardless of intelligence or talent Regardless of his experience in marching and fighting, he can do it well. In time, maybe Zhahe will also be able to make great achievements.
Lu Wenlong said: "Mom, don't you think so? Uncle Zhahe is so weird tonight."
Hua Rong whispered: "Because mother wants to teach him a set of tactics. You learn it with him."
"Okay, when will you start learning?"
"Wait for Mom to sort out her thoughts. Mom is writing a military book, which was left by your father Yue Pengju. Mom hopes to inherit his legacy..." Hua Rong was talking, and Lu Wenlong suddenly made a face and whispered: "Mom, look… "
He pointed his hand, and Hua Rong looked around, and saw a passionate girl holding Zhahe's hand beside the singing and dancing fire, about to feed him a large bottle of wine wrapped in leaves. Zhahe had never been through this before. After many battles, he was frightened until his face turned red. He tried to struggle several times, but was grabbed by the girl several times and unable to move.
The children laughed when they saw this, and Lu Wenlong also laughed, clapped his hands, and said to Hua Rong, "Mom, that girl is interested in Zie He."
Hua Rong laughed: "How do you know?"
Lu Wenlong was very proud: "I knew it. My friends all said so. If a girl here falls in love with a man, she will hug his waist and feed him wine..." He gossiped with salt, Hua Rong Only then did he realize that in the past few months, he had completely integrated into this savage tribe, and he actually understood many of their habits and customs better than he did.
"Ha, isn't this great? Your uncle Zhahe hasn't started a family yet, but this girl is warm and generous. He's already old enough to start a family."
"Mom, Uncle Zhahe won't like her."
Hua Rong asked curiously: "Why?"
"Because a man likes that girl, he will not refuse her toast. You see, Uncle Zhahe doesn't want to drink her wine at all..."
Hua Rong looked at his son and found that this little gossip king actually talked about this thing. There must be countless wild girls vying to please him these days.
She never knew that one day she would be discussing love affairs with a child. She was very patient: "Wenlong, mother bets you that Uncle Zhahe will definitely fall in love with her..."
"He doesn't like it now!"
"If he doesn't like her now, it doesn't mean he won't like her in the future. As long as that girl treats him well, he will like her one day."
Falling in love at first sight is a luxurious thing. Most people do not rely on love at first sight.
Lu Wenlong seemed to understand, but Hua Rong looked around and saw the enthusiastic savage girl holding the wine and insisting on drinking it. Zhahe hesitated but didn't want to drink, and his face turned red. He had never encountered such "chasing" in his life. , was so frightened that he stepped back step by step. He didn't know how to get angry or resist, he just struggled. The wine spilled all over him, and everyone around him burst into laughter. He was even more at a loss, and ran away covering his face. .
Lu Wenlong clapped his hands and laughed, and Hua Rong couldn't help but laugh. Zhahe had been poor these years and had no money to get a wife. She had promised to help him find a wife. These savage girls were simple, kind, and fit and graceful. They were better than those outside. Women are not inferior, and if Zhahe can find one among them, he will be a good match.
As she was thinking about it, Zhahe had already run over with a disgraced look on his face. Lu Wenlong smiled from ear to ear and made faces at him: "Uncle Zhahe, I like you so much..."
"Wenlong, don't talk nonsense." He glanced at Hua Rong in panic and muttered, "Brother, no, no... I'm not..." The more he spoke, the more incoherent he became, and he could only keep saying, "No, no".
Lu Wenlong handed him a bottle of fruit wine: "Uncle Zhahe, you see you are sweating profusely, drink something quickly."
He took it, raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp. He glanced at Hua Rong, who then smiled and said, "Zhahe, please sit down."
He sat down next to her and remained silent, his face still flushed.
Hua Rong said softly: "Zhahe, I have said before that when life becomes more peaceful, I will marry you a wife. You are not young anymore. It's time to get married and have children..."
"Brother, I'm not..." He scratched his hair, "Brother, I'm not..."
She looked at him gently: "Zhahe, the girls here are very good, no worse than those outside. They are simple and kind, even better than the girls outside..."
He interrupted Hua Rong for the first time: "But, little brother, I don't want to get a wife here." His voice was very low, his tall body was hidden in the fire, and he threw the dried bamboo tube into the fire. On the other hand, he repeated, "Brother, I don't want to..."
Hua Rong was very surprised: "Could it be that you dislike these girls?"
He scratched his hair and said with a wry smile: "It's fine if people don't dislike me. How can I have the right to dislike others?"
Hua Rong breathed a sigh of relief, isn't this the end
"Zhahe, listen to me. I completely respect your opinion on this matter. As a friend, I just advise you. And..." She thought of her box, which contained some scattered small jewelry, which she had sold after it was sold. Among the rest, there was a pair of nice earrings, which she originally wanted to give to Zhahe to marry. But seeing that Zhahe was not enthusiastic, she stopped trying to persuade him. Anyway, the girls here are enthusiastic, and men chase women across mountains. , When a woman pursues a man's spacer yarn, no matter how much she worries about tying it up, the ice will melt one day.
Everyone talked, sang and danced until late at night before going to bed. Saying goodbye at the door of the tree house, Zhahe looked at Hua Rong and hesitated to speak. Seeing that Hua Rong was about to come in, he mustered up the courage: "Little brother..."
Seeing his strange expression, Hua Rong smiled and said, "Zhahe, what do you want to say?"
"I, I, I..."
Seeing that he was hesitant, Hua Rong said, "It's getting late. You should go and rest first. We'll talk about anything tomorrow."
Zhahe couldn't say anything more, so he turned around and left in frustration.
Hua Rong and her son lived in a wooden house. Lu Wenlong always felt weird when he saw Zhahe today, and suddenly asked his mother: "Mom, if uncle Zhahe gets married, will he treat us as well as he does now?"
This question stopped Hua Rong. Before this, she had never thought about this question, let alone imagined the situation after Zhahe got married. Looking at the expectant eyes of her child, she suddenly understood that he did not want Zhahe Married, because these days, Zhahe treats him very well, like a father and brother. She was shocked, she actually ignored the child's emotions and possessiveness, thought about it, and said slowly and softly: "Son, uncle Zhahe always He is going to get married. After he gets married, he will have his own children. We can't just rely on him to help us. Besides, you have a mother to take care of you. Your mother will not let you live worse than other children, do you understand? "
Lu Wenlong nodded: "Oh, Mom, I really want to see the little tiger head, but I haven't seen him yet."
Hua Rong laughed, but felt sour in her heart. Not only did she have to take revenge, but she also had to raise two sons independently. The burden on her shoulders became heavier and heavier. However, this heavy weight brought with it incomparable joy. Having children means hope, so , I must become stronger.
Lu Wenlong was already sleepy. Hua Rong took a rough hemp quilt that the locals woven using unknown methods to cover him. Lu Wenlong couldn't speak clearly and suddenly said: "Mom, that bad guy came to see me..."
"Huh? What kind of villain?"
"It's that big bad uncle. He said his name was King Qin. Mom, he used to be called uncle, but now he wants me to call him daddy. He said I'm your son, that's his son. He's really ridiculous. How could I Is he his son? But he is so funny and taught me kung fu. Originally, he said he wanted to come to see me, but he stopped coming for some reason. He lied. This man is not good. He lies..."
Hua Rong was stunned for a moment. King Qin actually came to see Lu Wenlong? His son is his son!
"Son, do you like him?"
"It's okay. This uncle is quite interesting, and his skills are good. But lying is annoying..."
Hua Rong laughed: "He's not lying, because he was seriously injured a few days ago and couldn't come."
"Ah? Mom, why is he injured?"
Hua Rong looked into his eyes and sighed: "He was injured in the battle with the Fourth Prince."
Lu Wenlong was surprised to find that his mother said "with the fourth prince" instead of "with your father" like before. He hurriedly asked: "How is my father? Is he injured?"
Dad! Jin Wushu is his father!
Hua Rong touched his hair: "Son, don't worry, the fourth prince is not injured, he is fine. He has a strong army and will not be injured."
Lu Wenlong was very proud: "That's great. My father is the biggest hero in Dajin. Of course the bad guy King Qin is no match for him. Haha, it's great. My father defeated King Qin. Mom, isn't my father the biggest in the world?" Hero? I must learn from my father when I grow up..."