Martial Sage

The public loser clan.

The children pushing the wooden carts ran in the wide courtyard, and the children behind them followed happily, and the whole courtyard was immersed in the joy of the children's shouts.

The man chopping wood under the eaves raised the hatchet in his hand to split the last wooden stick in half, pulled up the sweat towel hung on his neck, and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Look at these children, Wu You is carefree all day long, running and frolicking, but I don't know the future is worrying!"

With a touch of helplessness and sadness in the man's tone, it sounded very sad.

Yes, as the time goes by in seclusion in the mountains, the gap with the secular is getting bigger and bigger.

For almost a whole hundred years, the Gongzu clan, apart from moving some areas, still remained these ancient and familiar objects.

Except for the outstanding genius of the public transporting oak, he improved the waterwheel for water supply and made some more convenient appliances, without any major actions.

Every time Meng Yuqi comes back from the outside, fresh food to be returned, tells about the customs and customs of the outside, and all kinds of new things, which only makes these villagers yearn for.

These people didn't say anything, but those longing eyes would not deceive people.

If it weren't for the ancestral training, if it weren't for fear of incurring unprovoked disasters, who would be willing to live with the mountains and forests and accompany insects and birds for the rest of their lives?

Until this enlightened mind and the wise public loser appeared, the people rekindled the desire to join the world.

The woman listened to the man's words, wiped away the soil on the roots of the wild plants, stopped, glanced at the sweaty child, and smiled.

"I heard that Qi'er said that children who are as old as ours are already studying and studying with their husband in the lecture hall."

After that, the smile on the woman's face gradually dissipated, and she lowered her head to continue picking wild vegetables in the wooden barrel.

"Perhaps this is fate."

"After searching for two years, I finally found such an all-around wizard, but he is a big-handed master."

The woman paused and pinched off the roots of the wild vegetables, seemingly with an inexplicable resentment.

"Burning yellow mud, burning stones, this Lord Hou is very playful, but I don't know how sad we are! Poor girl Qi'er spent a year in the imperial city, ruining her reputation."

After listening, the man sighed and said with relief.

"Well, Tang Hao's destiny man is not named by us ourselves."

"After all, his playful Lord Hou has just passed us by. Why should we blame him? He is not wrong. We hope too high and admit the wrong person."

"Furthermore, I have been looking for it for two years. What's wrong with looking for another two years? Don't rush for a year or two!"

The woman gave the man a white look, and complained irritably.

"Speaking lightly, you look at the whole clan, it has been so lifeless about this matter in the past few days."

"Look at our patriarch again. These few days seem to be a lot older, and I must be sad about this, but we haven't seen it anymore."

The woman's babbling lingered in his ears, the man sighed softly, turned his head to look at the woman, and said in a deep voice.

"Alright, alright, stop talking! Don't be heard by the patriarch."

"His old man is worried about our clan too much!"

There was silence again in the courtyard, and the men and women who had originally looked at this side also made their faces calm and looked away.

After experiencing the initial rejoicing, the boiling blood gradually cooled, even colder, following Tang Hao's stupid behavior.

It seems that most of today's public losers have already decided that this unreliable Hou Ye must not be the one in the dark.

Standing in the closed door of the room, Yu Yu heard the conversation that was just now hazy, but the meaning of it was already clear to his chest.

What worries the two of them is not what he is worried about for the whole clan?

Passing down from generation to generation, the drawbacks are finally manifested in this generation of younger generations.

As if it was God’s blessing, the male and female of the public losers are naturally very powerful in recognizing pictures. Even if they can't recognize the marked handwriting, these people can figure out how to make the parts and how to assemble them.

Therefore, among the young people of this generation, Meng Yuqi, who has no interest in wood art, has taken on the important task of inquiring about news from the outside world, and instead knows many characters.

As the patriarch of the Gongyu clan, Gongyu Li clearly knew the importance of this text for inheritance.

With dictation alone, those superb skills tend to erode over time and slowly dissipate.

This is also the reason why the public loser did not hesitate to take risks after receiving the wooden sign.

Perhaps in the mundane world, the children of their own family can continue to lose the reputation of the family, read and calligraphy, understand people's feelings clearly, and continue to carry the banner of the family.

The old man sighed slightly, and walked slowly toward the window, unconsciously a few teardrops overflowing from the frame of his eyes.

While holding the case table, Gong Yu Qu looked at the dense lush forest outside the window, the towering mountains, and the corners of his mouth squirmed slightly.

"God! The public loser can't afford such a joke!"

"Since Tang Hao is the hope of our clan, why should you embarrass the old man and personally tear this hope to pieces under the old man's eyes?"

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