Chapter 2 The World of Sand ()

In Zhao Fubo's eyes, the world is made of sand.

Although Sanniang wanted her servants to plant many flowers and plants in the yard, she could not cover the long yellow sand under the flowers and plants. When the wind blew, the sand here was as thin as dust, which often forced women to cover their cheeks with a veil.

Even so, the skin on the faces of the women outside is still as delicate as the girls at home. At least in his heart, those girls with big hands and feet are incomparable to Shu Yuer.

The windows and doors of the house are carved with patterns that are rare here. Even though glass from Venice has been filled with gaps between the patterns, the ubiquitous sand will still penetrate through every gap.

In the Central Plains, there will never be such things there. This is a wild land. One day I will return to the Central Plains! I will learn from Master Wu Mu and collect the old land of the Song Dynasty! "I looked at the sand outside the window. He had no intention of reading anything. The young man's mind is always like the clouds in the sky. In the bright sunny sky, he will be blown rapidly by the wind in the desert.

Zhao Fubo only had a vague impression of the Central Plains, which was something that Sanniang wanted the men in her family to remember. Every year when she worshiped the large picture of the Dragon and the Eight-edged Purple Gold Mace of Jiuzhou, Sanniang would say this.

"My descendants of the Zhao family must remember that the beautiful country in the Central Plains is the foundation of my family... As the sons of the Zhao family, you must practice martial arts and study..."

The cumbersome rituals and many oaths that must be kept in mind often make Zhao Fubo feel dizzy. Among these many miscellaneous things, the only thing Zhao Fubo is interested in is the place called "Central Plains" without sand.

And what made him most sad was that there were only generals of the Yang family, generals of Hu family, and generals of Yue family, but after being bullied by Jin Xia, they faced the Mongolian army. I am afraid that the court, which is in a corner, will not be able to rest for a few days.

Because of what he thought in his heart, he was interested in only practicing martial arts, knives, and guns, especially the gun book he had learned that had been practicing for five years. The gun tricks and methods in it were unheard of, and he loved martial arts and never saw it. He was so happy that he even kept practicing guns in his dreams.

As for other things... "Oh, this broken book..."

He shook the book in his hand boredly, and he sighed in an old age. If possible, Zhao Fubo would rather stab the iron spear a few hundred more times or practice a few more sword techniques.

He likes to practice martial arts. Under the guidance of the martial arts master at home, at least he is no match for the children next door who are as old as him. But the books he read are useless. At least he knows that the things in this book are clearly spoken by people outside this courtyard. Even if these square characters are written on the sand, no one can recognize them.

He put his chin on the table bored, supporting his head that became heavy when he saw the book. His eyes were clearly distinguished by black and white, and he looked at the hateful square characters helplessly, but he couldn't recognize them at all! And while his eyelids became heavy, the square characters seemed to dance and made a mocking sound to himself.

"Allah Allah...when will I finish memorizing this damn book..."

Although he called Allah's name, he did not really believe them. Because Sanniang said that no one in the Zhao family could believe except himself. This is what Zhao Fubo did not understand the most. Why do other people worship Allah every day, except those who have lived in their own family? Could it be that in this "black food" only his family looks like this?

"rustle……"

A slight sound of footsteps came, and Zhao Fubo sat upright and immediately started to read the book in front of him. The way he pretended was as if he had been holding the book since the beginning, as if he had been so serious since the early morning.

"Weapons are intrigues... to lure them with profit, and to take them with chaos..."

Outside the window, the steps closer and closer were a little girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her sweet and cute little face was curved, and if she smiled, she would immediately reveal the beautiful girl's lovely beauty.

She was wearing the maid's clothes and a few simple hairpins, which made her look unique. When she walked, she looked very handsome and carefully trained. If she was doing things, she wouldn't mention her careful and steady attitude.

Among the girls in the Zhao family, she is the top student in a hundred years. So the mothers and girls in the family guessed that she was the next boss!

The Zhang family is the strangest rule of the Zhao family.

If the book says, the Zhao family should be from the Central Plains, but shouldn’t the Central Plains people be men in charge?

But the Zhao family is not. Now Sanniang is in charge of the family, and this is probably Xiao Shu Yuer who is in charge of the family in the future.

She put the tray in her hand in one hand and held it steadily on her shoulders, and shook the other hand in a normal manner. When her thin waist was gently swayed, it was like a red willow blown by the wind.

On that big plate, half was served with roasted mutton until golden, and the other half was greasy and pilaf. Zhao Fubo, who had been tortured by the task of endorsing the book for the morning, saw the food and his eyes immediately lit up, especially when he saw the maid coming, his eyes became even brighter and crystal clear.

Yes, such a girl is not common in this world full of sand. Compared with other girls here, she looks as beautiful as the brightest dewdrop on the grass leaf in the early morning.

"Erlang, Sanniang said that if you don't remember it, you won't be allowed to have a meal!"

As soon as he heard this, Zhao Fubo faced the excitement of food and beauty, and immediately drifted completely with the wind. Especially Miss Yu'er's warning immediately made him scream.

"Miss Yu'er, can you let me have dinner first? I'm hungry for one morning!"

When his beautiful little face was up, he was completely like a girl in the room. He would definitely not give a good look to a guy like Zhao Fubo. Even if he was the little master in the east room, even if Sanniang could let him study and practice martial arts, he was still alone.

In the current east house, there are no girls or servants. Even the young master Zhao Fubo doesn’t even have a star of spare money in his pocket, so he doesn’t want girls, and the servants like it.

"That won't work, Sanniang said, if I can't recite this book today, I will keep hungry for you until the end!"

"This old..."

Although Zhao Fubo wanted to curse a few words, he didn't dare.

Sanniang is the entire Zhao family. Not to mention that he is just a young master who has no adult in the east room. Even the second uncle who is in charge of business in the west room, when he sees the white-haired Sanniang, he can only lower his head and obey.

The only one who is not afraid of Sanniang is probably the father of Zhao Fubo, who once took charge of the family, who is both civil and military. It’s a pity... "Hmph, I dare to be itchy again, right? Even Sanniang dares to resent!"

Shu Yuer raised her face and snorted coldly, not afraid of the so-called "Erlang" in front of her. Compared to the west room, he was just a guy who was no one cared for. Especially when facing herself, she never made a name for his little master.

"Where is there? Who doesn't know me...I am the best...the best..."

When Zhao Fubo was still thinking about what words to use to please Shu Yu in front of him, he only heard the scolding of the slogan.

"Go, who is the best with you? I'm so shameless..."

But when he said this, the coldness on Shu Yuer's face disappeared, and instead she was a light smile. Her wise black eyes turned a few times, but she had already thought of a solution for Zhao Fubo.

"This way, if you can recite a sentence, you can eat a bite of food, otherwise... you know I can't do it either. If Sanniang asks about it... you will definitely make you lose your skin when you recite it!"

When talking about Sanniang, Shu Yuer showed a little anxious look on her face.

Yes, she was anxious for the "Erlang" in front of her, and endorsing the letter was not Erlang's strength. If he were like Dalang in the west room and the son of Zhao Fubo's second uncle Zhao Wuji, who could use practice riding and shooting as his studies, he would probably have gone out to play long ago.

As the girl she likes most for Sanniang, Shu Yuer is a pure-blooded Han man, and there are not many of them in Liuyuan.

Not only is she extremely smart and clever at a young age, she is very clever, and no matter whether she is studying or a girl, she is the first one among the girls in the room.

According to the rule that the Zhao family is not a pure-bred Han Chinese, a girl like her will be the wife of the old man in the future.

It is precisely because of this that Miss Yu'er was respected by the rest of her family at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

Of course, this respect is indispensable to the face of her father and the owner of Shuda, Ruiyuzhuang. Just for the world-class Ruiyuzhuang, whether it is Dalang in the west or Erlang in the east, if she really marry her, the family will not have to worry about it in advance.

It’s just that the daughter’s family’s worries are only known by the daughter’s family.

Although Dalang of Xifang was also a second rotor, he didn't know how to turn, and he was neither agile nor smart. Unlike Erlang, who looked a little hipster and smiling, although he was too lazy to study, he was a wild boy who could ride a fast horse and drive a strong bow.

As for studying, as long as he is willing, he can always memorize it!

Of course, it is too early to say these things now. The family rules are right and wrong. 18 The strong man is not allowed to marry a wife, and the family is not allowed to be in charge of both civil and military affairs.

A man who cannot control the family naturally has to be an uncle who does not control the family, just like Zhao Wuji, the second uncle of Zhao Fubo, now. He has to take charge of Jifeng Village and herd horses and herd sheep for the Zhao family.

This is what Shu Yuer is anxious about. Erlang in front of him is smart and agile, but he is too playful. He often makes her worry that she has used the wrong love. If this heart is incompatible with others, I am afraid that she will feel comfortable in her whole life.

"If this happens, I will accompany you to memorize it. I will memorize it with you. If I think I will memorize it if I am familiar with it, I will also memorize it! But if I don't care about it, don't think about me, I will pay attention to you in the future!"

After being forced by Shu Yu'er, Zhao Fubo sighed helplessly. What he didn't understand the most was why he had to memorize this thing that no one could understand outside.

If you are riding a horse, opening a bow, or practicing a spear and a short knife, this kind of thing that men should play with is naturally no problem at all.

"Miss Yu'er, you tell me why Sanniang asked me to memorize this difficult thing, and the square words I wrote, I have never seen anyone else know about it!"

Seeing that Zhao Fubo was lacking in interest in studying, Shu Yuer couldn't help but get angry. The light smile on her face disappeared, and she lost her good expression.

"Hmph, this is the family rule. If you can't recite books, dance, or guns, you can't control the family. Could it be that you want to be a playboy, or just be a man who has no strength to guard the house? So, I blame Shu Yuer for seeing you wrongly, and I just think you are a useful person!"

Seeing Shu Yuer getting angry, Zhao Fubo stopped insisting. After leaving his own courtyard, there were dozens of girls and servants, I am afraid that only this girl Yuer was looking at him.
Chapter completed!