Cannon Fodder His Dad

Wu Qun was sprayed with saliva by Wu Hanzhi, lowered his head and wiped it, watching Qiuyang frightened like a quail, holding the vegetables and shrinking by the door, he couldn't help sighing, what is this start?

"Brother, calm down."

"Stop your anger, it's fine if you can't help it up. You can't teach my son-in-law from Wu's house. Qiuyang put it down, is that what you should do?" Wu Hanzhi roared extremely indecently.

When Wu Qiuyang heard this, his face immediately became sullen, and he moved forward in small steps to put down the dish and said, "Uncle, I'm just afraid that the slaves will not do their best. What if someone poisons my father? I'm afraid of me. Dad was fooled by the poison, so he went to the kitchen to stare at him, and he never did anything, I swear, the uncle calms down his anger, it's all his nephew's."

Wu Qun listened to this, no, it's not the same as the family background Wu Qiuyang told him, and now he looks like the worst person in the Wu family?

Wu Qunmen asked himself, Honglu Siqing is not a small official, why did he become like this? Is it the original character? Can't you just learn? Or is that not okay?

Wu Qun didn't make a sound, and quietly stood in front of the background board, watching Wu Qiuyang's unilateral compensation, which made Wu Hanzhi feel relieved, and then gave up.

After Wu Hanzhi left, there were only empty plates left on the table. Wu Qun only moved two chopsticks, and his son's big meal entered Wu Hanzhi's stomach.

Seeing the people leave, Wu Qiuyang stared at Wu Qun and said, "Father, if you go to work, you don't know anything, will you be crushed to death by you going to the peak, or your son will go and kill Cui today. Goro gave him a meal and asked his father not to embarrass you so much?

"Pa!" Wu Qun slapped his son on the head. How idiot was the original body, he must have done this a lot before.

"Hey, how did you beat me, Dad, isn't that what you told me before?" Wu Qiuyang looked at Wu Qun aggrieved.

Wu Qun supported his forehead, and it turned out that the original body was a superb and wonderful work, otherwise Wu Qiuyang would not have taken it for granted that this was the right thing to do.

"Son, you stop and stop, you can't do anything if you don't succeed. Dad has to find a way to make us father and son not look down on us." Wu Qun looked at the ginkgo tree outside melancholy. It was really uncomfortable to be scolded by the nose Now, he can't scold back, these are the original pots.

Hey, there is no regret medicine in this world. If I had known that he should carefully look for that group of things when he reached the sea of ​​consciousness, let him speak earlier, maybe he could get some more clues. Behaviour to guess.

"Father, don't embarrass yourself, you are already very powerful. From a high-ranking official of the fifth rank, I will avenge you when your son is admitted to the champion of martial arts. If you don't say anything, my son will go to practice martial arts."

Wu Qiuyang said that wind is rain, turned around and ran away, and after a while, the sound of whips sounded in the yard.

Wu Qun watched it silently for a while, no, it's just a pretentious thing, just go to the martial arts championship, who gave him the confidence? Is it the original?

Forget it, we'll talk about it later, let's look at the world's books first to figure out what this place is like.

"Qiuyang, don't practice for now. We will all go to the ancestral hall to kneel in a while. You go to the outer study and find some books about the customs of other countries for Dad." Wu Qun urged, thinking that such an obedient son should know The first time I went, I didn't expect Wu Qiuyang to run up and look at him like a second fool. Is this the look a son should have? Too bad.

"Father, are you stupid? You actually want to read a book?"

"Why are you talking? Didn't you hear what your uncle said just now? Our family is being watched. Even if your father and I are muddy and can't support the wall, we must first turn the mud into mud. ." Wu Qun rolled his eyes and replied.

Wu Qiuyang looked at his father in disbelief, "Father, don't lie to me, in case the uncle finds out that you take his book and sell it again, the son will be hanged by the uncle and beaten to death. The kind that comes to bed."

"Don't worry, no, absolutely not, Dad uses the character guarantee." Wu Qun said casually.

"Father, where are you uncle, you have no integrity at all. Forget it, my son will steal it for you." Wu Qiuyang looked like a strong man going to death, and then ran away.

After a while, the eldest girl of the county master's mother came to spread the word, and it really was to let his father and son continue to honor their ancestors, not a single moment.

Okay, "My son, you've lost weight"? What does it mean to be driven to kneel before taking a sip of this? Are their grandfathers so unpopular?

Wu Qun found out after just a few hours. From top to bottom, more people looked down on him than his son.

Just as Wu Qiuyang was carrying the book and secretly handed it to Wu Qun, when the two went to the ancestral hall together, the maids ignored them along the way. Even if you see it, it's just a perfunctory salute. Is this the treatment that the owner of the Wu family mansion should have? Wu Qun was puzzled, but Wu Qiuyang didn't care.

Wu Qun has been wondering if there is a problem with his identity, otherwise, how could each and every minion be so unruly?

The fact that the minions have no rules means that the masters of this family don't take him seriously, but seeing Wu Hanzhi's hatred of iron not turning into steel, this is not the case. Did it appear on the mother of the county owner?

Wu Qun observed silently. He was unfamiliar with life, and the only one he knew was an unreliable son. He was tired, really tired.

The backmost position of the ancestral hall on the central axis of the Wu Mansion was secluded and uninhabited, but it was clean and tidy. There were no cushions on the ground, and the bare bluestone slabs made it a little difficult to adapt to. I'm afraid my knees will be abolished when I kneel down?

Wu Qun stood dumbfounded, but Wu Qiuyang looked left and right and found no one. He uncovered the satin beneath the offering table, got in, and came out, holding a thick cushion and blanket in his hands.

"Dad, here it is for you." He was familiar with the road, and he didn't see anything outside.

Wu Qun sat cross-legged on the mat. He didn't kneel. Judging from the observation over the past half-day, this son was a filial and protective of him. But in other respects, it is more that the Three Views are a bit unrighteous.

"Thank you son." Wu Qun said thank you, picked up the book and quickly flipped through it, the ability to remember it well was still there.

After a while, Wu Qiuyang took a nap, and Wu Qun also read a book. This son is really good. The one he stole was a history book. At least it let him understand how the history of this country is developing and what countries are nearby. .

Wu Qun closed the book, looked at his son who was dozing off, spread out a blanket and let him lie on his lap. Although this son was fussing all day, he still cared more about his useless father.

There was only one book, and he had to return it, so Wu Qun simply put it in the space.

As night fell, the ancestral hall was gloomy, only the ever-bright lights were on.

Wu Qun sat cross-legged and practiced the inner strength and mind method. It was impossible to practice swordsmanship, but he had to figure out a way.

About Xu Shi, Bingyang came with a food box and a mattress.

"Second Uncle?" Bingyang gently pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and stepped in with a call.

Wu Qun took out the book and handed it to Bingyang and said, "Bingyang, can you show your book to the second uncle? He's geography or something, please pass the time."

Bingyang put down the food box, looked at the book Wu Qun handed over, then looked at Wu Qiuyang, pursed his lips and nodded: "Second uncle, Qiuyang is already thirteen, you agree to let him study at the Guozijian, then There are my classmates inside, and I will let them take care of Qiuyang."

"It's a good thing, why would I disagree?" Wu Qun's old face was about to hang.

"Second uncle, forget it, you can agree, but you have to agree with Qiuyang, he will listen to you if I say anything." Bingyang also sat crossed on the blanket and said something with a plate.

"Okay, Bingyang, your second uncle and I used to be a mess? Otherwise, why is your father so angry today, saying that the eldest brother is the father, and your father is very angry." Wu Qun touched his chin, No need, not at all what a person of this age should look like.

"Second uncle, you are the elder Bingyang and don't make any comments. You should persuade Qiuyang to let him report to the Guozijian soon." Wu Bingyang replied a little embarrassedly.

When Wu Qun saw him like this, he knew it, nodded, and woke up the sleeping Wu Qiuyang to eat.

Wu Qiuyang turned over and went to sleep, saying in a daze not to eat.

Seeing Wu Qiuyang like this, Wu Bingyang told Changsui to take a blanket on the floor and put a thin quilt over him. The reflection in this ancestral hall was basically to keep them from going out to make trouble, and he didn't say that he had to kneel or Wu Bingyang would not. Will come with a quilt or something.

"Second uncle, in a few days, the envoys of other countries will come. This time, you can't go wrong. You have to do the homework in advance. It's really hard to grasp. My father said that he is waiting for you. ." After Wu Bingyang finished speaking, he left a small stove and left.

Early the next morning, Wu Qun practiced a set of swordsmanship in the courtyard of the ancestral hall while no one was there, but he was exhausted by the old man. This original body was too useless, so he took one set, not the whole body. It started to pant like a broken bellows. Can't take any more.

When Wu Qiuyang woke up, he saw that his father was practicing swordsmanship with a stick. His eyes were shining brightly, and he ran forward and said, "Father, where did you get your swordsmanship from, and teach me too?"

"Okay, but Dad is going to work. I'll leave you a book of swords for you to read, but don't let anyone find out." Wu Qun took out the sword book that had been prepared for a long time from the space and secretly handed over to his son.

Wu Qiuyang nodded happily, "Dad, don't worry, you can go to the bath and change clothes, I'll wait for you to come back."

"It's a deal, I'm wronged that you stayed in the ancestral hall obediently today, and Dad will come to see you when he's on business." Wu Qun wanted to touch his son's head, but found that the son was half a head taller than him. Forget it.

On the errand, many people saw Wu Qun and thought they didn't see it. Only his upper peak, Cui Hai, saw him and greeted him: "Wu Qunzhi, hurry up and sort out the information of the Neon Kingdom. On the eighth day of next month, their The envoy is expected to arrive."

"If, Master Cui, this subordinate will go right now." Wu Qun replied, but was stunned again, and hurriedly stepped forward and dragged Cui Hai.

"That Mr. Cui, where is the subordinate's office?" Wu Qun was someone who didn't remember anything.

"Qunzhi, I heard that you fell and forgot about yourself. You are so cruel. Forget it, I will take you there. No matter what this time, you have to finish the matter. I don't care if you ask grandpa to tell grandma. , I will leave the reception of the envoy of the Neon country to you, and I will see the specific reception plan on your side within seven days." Cui Haibin said while walking, it seemed that he was a very considerate mountain peaker and did not What Wu Qiuyang said was deliberately embarrassing.

On this day, Wu Qun was completely ignored by his colleagues. Fortunately, Cui Hai told him where the bookstore was, otherwise he would have wasted a lot of time looking for information.

Wu Qun never came out after entering the bookstore, until the guard of the bookstore came up to invite him, and he realized that he was on a mission.

When I left, I was still a little unfinished. After I specifically asked, I held a few books on the bright side. There was a row of bookshelves in the space, and they would be returned to him when he went to work tomorrow.

After Wu Qun went back, he first went to the county owner's mother to invite An for dinner, and then he was told by Wu Hanzhi's face for a long time before he let him see his son.

Wu Qun is carrying the food box. He will also live in the ancestral hall these days, and his exquisite bedroom will be away from him for a while.

"Dad, you are here. What delicious food did you bring me?" Wu Qiuyang called to him vigorously.

Wu Qun closed the gate of the ancestral hall, the sun was about to set, and he didn't know how his son spent the day, but looking at the marks on his son, he thought he was practicing martial arts.

"Eat quickly, or it will be completely cold. Dad will be busy these few days, I'm afraid it will be daytime and I won't be able to worry about you." Wu Qun is very sorry that he can't share weal and woe with his son.

"It's okay, Dad, the swordsmanship you gave me is too powerful. I'll practice it for you later." Wu Qiuyang's eyes were bright, making Wu Qun embarrassed to say that he should go to Guozijian.

"Okay, the matching mental method is also in there. Let's learn it at night. Come and let's have dinner first."

Speaking of which, the father and son are also pitiful. In this huge Wu mansion, there is no one who comes to see them secretly. It can be seen that the popularity is extremely poor. At this time, Wu Qun misses Lao Liu a little, although it is a housekeeper bought halfway. , but extremely considerate. There are also two big cows, both are very good people, hey, unfortunately there is neither Lao Liu nor big cows in this Wu residence.

In the evening, Wu Qiuyang was excitedly practicing swordsmanship with a stick, and Wu Qun was flipping through the book on the side, so fast that Wu Qiuyang thought his father was losing his temper.

"Father, are you finished now?" Wu Qiuyang wiped his sweat and asked.

"Your father is very talented. As long as he wants to do, there is nothing that he can't do. When his son is tired, he will meditate and practice his mind." Wu Qun has been flipping through the book and never stopped.

The child Wu Qiuyang had no doubts at all, and even looked at Wu Qun with a look of admiration and said, "I knew that my father was the most powerful, and they were all talking nonsense."

Wu Qun flipped the book for a while, touched his nose embarrassingly, and said, "Son, you and my father and son should know about this. Don't go out and talk nonsense, you will be beaten to death."

"Don't be a coward, wait for your son, I will practice this peerless magic, and I will help you stomp those ants to death." Wu Qiuyang stood at the door of the ancestral hall with great arrogance and walked out.

"Why are you going?" Wu Qun asked.

"Of course, continue to practice, this is the first day, how can you give up." Wu Qiuyang rolled his eyes and continued to wave his stick. The posture is very standard, and you can simulate five or six points without teaching. This talent is much worse than Wu Hui, but better than Wu Hao, but he is older, and it's just starting now, it's a bit late.

"Son is really amazing." Wu Qun praised him and continued to read the book. After Wu Qiuyang finished practicing swordsmanship, he meditated according to the formula of the mind.

Before I knew it, it was late at night, it was raining outside, and the inside of the ancestral hall was even more eerie and cold.

Wu Qun looked at his son shrinking beside him, sighed, took out the quilt in the space and put his son on it, and covered it with another layer.

It was raining all the time. In the second half of the night, it started to rain heavily. The son woke up with a start. He rubbed his eyes and found that his father was reading a book with a candle lighted. He asked in great surprise, "Father, why are you still reading?"

"Is Qiuyang cold?" Wu Qun put down the book and stepped forward to ask.

"Dad, I'm watching tomorrow. It's so late, go to bed now, you have to go to work tomorrow." Wu Qiuyang said worriedly.

Wu Qun washed the candles, closed the book, and said, "Okay, listen to my son."

The sky was bright, Wu Qiuyang had already got up and started practicing swordsmanship impatiently, Wu Qun hurriedly put away those things that did not belong to this world, and then walked out: "Qiuyang, practice well, don't run out for a while, stay at home How about waiting?"

"Well, I'm not going anywhere in the ancestral hall. Grandma can be fined for half a month. Fortunately, you are with me. It's a pity that you are on a business trip during the day." Wu Qiuyang looked at Wu Qun regretfully and said something .

"Hey, there's no way, our father and son have to be diligent and not let people look down on him. For Cui Jiawulang, don't beat him. His father didn't embarrass his father."

Wu Qun had to explain that this Shangfeng belonged to Wu Hanzhi, and he took good care of him, but unfortunately the original body was such a waste that he could not feel the heart of his elder brother at all.

"Huh? I've changed sex, then I won't fight. If it weren't for you, Cui Wu and I have a good relationship, so I can rest assured. Dad, you can go quickly. Grandma will talk to you again in a while." Wu Qiuyang urged Wu Qun, Wu Qun left without saying much.

He went to Honglu Temple very early that day. He went in and went straight to the bookstore. He first returned the row of bookshelves, and then he put away the books he took yesterday with peace of mind.

He didn't show up, just in the library. It wasn't until the evening when he was invited out by the guards again, so he was unwilling to give up. There were too many books and he couldn't stop.

After returning home, I followed the procedure, and then I ran over to see my son again.

In just two days, this kid actually developed his inner strength, even though it was only a little bit of hair.

"Wu Qiuyang, you come out for me, and you ran to trouble Li Hong again, didn't you?"

The mother of the county lord roared outside the ancestral hall full of vigour, very royal demeanor, full of majesty, and did not abandon the aristocratic momentum.

Wu Qun was stunned, and Wu Qiuyang was also stunned: "Father, I haven't been out today."