The county magistrate changed his career to selling private vegetables and sold them out

In Yuzhou, the sound of conversation came from the large courtyard with the vermilion door plaque "Jiang Zhai".

"Xihu, stop soaking, let's go dance." This is the voice of a young child, soft and waxy.

"I just soaked a stick of incense, and I can't dance until I finish soaking today." This is a man's voice, with a trace of inhuman indifference in his calmness.

"Xihu, tickle! Nini, I want Feifei!" The young boy scratched his fat belly with his fat little hands, and pouted his little mouth.

"Little son, a master said that you can only train after soaking in the medicinal bath, you must memorize the book after the training, and you can play the trick bird after memorizing the book." The boy standing behind the young child was tempting.

"Xihu, itching, stop soaking!" The young boy protested and climbed up from the bathtub, grabbed the edge of the basin and lifted his legs before turning outwards.

The boy stepped forward to hold him down, looked back at the man who was concentrating on making the protective gear, thought for a while, and took out a small frog made of bamboo from his arms.

"Play this for you, you can soak for a while."

"Hehe, thank you Nini!" The young boy happily grabbed the little frog and sat back in the tub again. The chubby hand rubbed the frog's back a few times, and the little frog croaked and jumped up in the tub.

The man not far away looked up at the toddler who was having fun with a small frog in the bathtub, then at the hourglass under his feet, and continued to make protective gear.

When half an hour was up, the man took the laughing toddler out of the bathtub, put on clothes for him, and put the protective gear on him.

"Xihu, what is Jie?"

The toddler looked curiously at the protective gear on his legs and arms, and asked with his head tilted.

"Wearing this, wrestling doesn't hurt."

The toddler didn't understand, so he reached out to grab it curiously, but the protective gear seemed to grow on his body, and he couldn't get it off no matter what.

The young boy grabbed it impatiently several times, but after meeting the man's sight, he calmed down.

Next is to play jumping, his favorite game.

Now he doesn't need any assistance, he can play by himself, and it doesn't matter if he falls down occasionally, just get up and continue jumping.

Not far away, Fu Li asked An Yi: "Master Yi, the young master is still young, his bones are too soft, is it a little too hasty?"

He darkly said: "Daily medicinal baths can strengthen the muscles and bones. His energy is too strong, and this kind of intensive training can only help him consume the excess energy, which is not harmful."

Fu Li nodded silently, and said: "Our Fu family finally has a successor, and the old Patriarch should wake up from his dreams!"

Glancing at Fu Li secretly, he asked, "Have you written a letter to the mountain?"

Fu Li froze, shrank his little head, and said a little timidly: "I wrote it, I just wrote the young master, and didn't mention the young lady."

A trace of joke flashed in his dark eyes, "You wrote your little son's words about what is in the sky and what is not in the earth. The main purpose of my hometown is not to turn upside down the eight generations of the little son's mother's ancestors. I will take your surname."

Unconvinced, Fu Li showed two nostrils to the sky, "Young master is fun, I didn't write scribbles, Master Yi, you are originally from the Fu family, and it's the same if I have your surname."

An Yi didn't say anything more, but he felt a little nervous in his heart.The way the young master and the young lady get along is not right. Although the young master didn't say clearly that the young master is his own son, that's what he meant when he said it, and they both have eyes and can see!

Now it seems that only the young lady doesn't know what's going on?
Moreover, the son has not yet won the heart of the beautiful woman, so what is going on?

An Yi didn't know that Jiang Shan was a typical fan of the authorities.

Children look different every day. Some people say that Jianghuai is like her, others say that Jianghuai is like Saburo, some say that Jianghuai is like Fu Qiyuan, and some even say that Jianghuai is like Jiao's mother.

Jiang Shan laughed it off with a smile, which is a good thing.

Whoever the child has lived with for a long time is like a member of someone else's family. This is something Jiangshan deeply believes.

The reason why the child looks like Fu Qiyuan is because Fu Qiyuan brought Jianghuai a lot, and the child is closer to him, otherwise the father will not leave his mouth all day long?
As for Jiang Huai's recognition of his cheap father halfway, Jiang Shan said that he could do nothing.

Fu Qiyuan taught him to call him father when he was in Jianghuai for a few months. If she didn't notice, the child would recognize his father indiscriminately. She is to blame for this, she is incompetent as a mother.

But I have to say, Fu Qiyuan is really kind to Jianghuai!It is true love to use all the inheritance of one's ancestors as a backing for his son!No matter whether she and Fu Qiyuan can get together or not, she doesn't want to ruin his relationship with the child.

Let's be dad!

Other children have fathers, and it is not too much for Jiang Huai to find a father for himself.

At worst, wait until he grows up and is sensible before telling him that his cheap father is not a relative.

But you can be your father.

Jiang Shan now has less and less time to take care of his son. The son only thinks of her when he is hungry, thirsty, and wants to cuddle with his mother.

Even sleeping at night is a small bed for one person.

But Fu Qiyuan is different.

He will unshakably send Jiang Huai to Zhushe to find Mr. Mei to study.

When he is free, he stays with him for a while, and when he is not free, he and his son leave after a few words.If he couldn't leave because of his business, he would take time to visit him in the bamboo house.

Fu Qiyuan accompanied the prefect on a business trip outside Yuzhou City today, and it was a bit late to go to Zhushe.

I saw two uncles and nephews (Fu Qiyuan firmly believed in his heart that Saburo was Jiang Huai's uncle, not his uncle) head to head, each holding a book, each reciting their own.

"Destiny is called nature, straightforwardness is called Tao, and cultivation of Tao is called teaching..."

"At the beginning of silver, the details are revealed, the details are close, and the joys are far away..."

"Emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy are not expressed, but they are all expressed..."

"Dou Yanxian, there is a righteous prescription, teach Wuji..."

"Whether raising or not teaching is the father's fault, teaching is not strict, and the teacher is lazy..."

"Whether to raise or not to teach, the father is wrong, the teacher is not strict, the west is lazy...!"

Fu Qiyuan shook his head with a smile, walked up to Saburo, and knocked on the table.

Saburo just felt something was wrong, when he looked up, his little face turned red.

"Daddy!" The little bun also saw Fu Qiyuan, put the upside-down book on the table, and reached out to Fu Qiyuan to hug him.

San Lang rubbed his face in embarrassment, pointed at Xiao Baozi and complained: "Huai'er insists on studying with me, and I was led by him to recite the three-character scripture every day...Brother, take him away!"

Jianghuai is still young, Mr. Xunmei can only teach him to recite, and occasionally teach him to hold a pen and draw ghosts.

But Jianghuai is very eager to learn, and he followed Sanlang's example. When Sanlang reads, he also holds the book. When Sanlang endorses, he also endorses. When Sanlang draws, he also draws pens and symbols. Uncle and nephew are very close!
Except that he likes to take Saburo out of tune when he is endorsing, there is nothing wrong with it.

Fu Qiyuan hugged Jiang Huai and went to Mr. Xunmei's study. When Jiang Huai met him, he called Weng Weng affectionately when he met him, and began to search for treasures again.

is a real treasure.

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