It is the time to grow up, so you can't shorten your sleep. After all, the little fat man is not yet seven years old.

The news that Huang Piaoma was pregnant again was also spread by Liu Wu. Early this morning, the second uncle, who had not seen for a long time, brought his eldest brother Liu Wen to the door.

What you want is also a horse in the belly.

"Sister-in-law, I'm going to go to the county middle school to study soon, and it's quite inconvenient to get along. Look..."

The mother smiled and said, "The foal will only be born next year and it will take several years to grow. How can I catch up?"

"This..." Uncle Er was speechless, but he still argued: "Study is not done overnight, it is always time, it is time."

The mother nodded and turned to Liu Bei again.

Seeing that the eldest brother Liu Wen's eyes were also on him, the fat man thought for a while and said, "Second uncle, just a horse, I'll give it to him. But the third uncle paid a lot before, and they are both brothers..."

"I am older than him, and I think he won't say anything." Uncle II said hurriedly.

"Although it's true, my father is the eldest brother. Even though my father dies, my mother is alive. If you favor one and the other, you will be gossiped about it."

"This..." Uncle Er stroking his beard and forgot about this.

"Third brother, how much does this horse cost?" the eldest brother Liu Wen couldn't help asking.

"The good horse is 200,000 yuan." The fat man smiled and said, "You and my brother, I will give it a half."

"That's a hundred stake." Liu Wen's eyes darkened. This huge sum of money was not something that ordinary people could take out.

The second uncle sighed and didn't mention buying a horse anymore. Then he chatted for a few words and left with excuses.

After seeing off the two, the mother asked in a low voice: "Uncle San has only given him ten guan."

"Mother, the third uncle is straightforward and generous. I'm against him. The second uncle..." The little fat man shook his head, "I used to be bedridden by my father for a long time, so you entrusted the fertile land to the second uncle for management. Now that I have been away for several years, can you receive half a share of the food?"

“With that being said…”

"Mother, the Liu family in Lousang Village gathered, and most of them were related to their relatives. If you keep thinking about your second uncle, you will be annoyed in the future."

"It's reasonable." Mother stopped talking.

In fact, according to her mother, she didn't ask her second uncle for land. However, she was rejected by her second uncle, and she refused openly and righteously.

The logic of the second uncle is as follows: First of all, the field is not something I ask for, but it is what you are willing to give to me. Secondly, you are no longer able to cultivate this field and will definitely be abandoned over time. But it will be ripe every season, and it will never be abandoned. Again, this field is passed down by Liu's ancestors, and it is also called the fat and water not flowing out of the field of outsiders. Finally, since it is given to me, this field belongs to me. If it is not yours, how should I get it back?

I have to say that this logic is very strict.

It’s like a robber telling the victim that it’s not that my knife wants to kill you, but that you hit the knife yourself…

Anyway, Liu Bei had no good feelings for this second uncle. Especially after he heard that his mother remarried, he was also very enthusiastic about it.

Although Liu Bei was young, he had a clear distinction between love and hate.

Riding a pregnant mare is said to be looked down upon.

Fortunately, Uncle San lent his Wuhuan war horse to him. The fat man had to go out every few days, which was a secret known to everyone in Lousang Village.

Tied the horse to the stable in the backyard, the fat man took a deep breath and walked into the hall.

Gongsun was still meditating.

The little fat man knelt in front of him, waiting quietly for her to reflect on herself.

"You are here." After a long time, Gongsun slowly opened his eyes.

Don’t rush to answer. After carefully savoring the tone and speed of the woman’s speech, you will politely say, “Hello Sister Yan.”

"Well, review what you have learned before."

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief and guessed it right again. Then he quickly took out the thin sword and started practicing with his left hand. Since he realized the needle of the wasp tail that night, the fat man had all the skills, and the sword danced more and more easily.

The basic sword style is just the one mentioned earlier. It is just that each sword technique has different focus. The stabbing sword, which is known as stable, accurate and ruthless, has fewer force-types such as chopping, chopping, and collapse than heavy swords with big openings and closings, but focuses on techniques such as wrapping, stabping, and blasting.

With the support of Gongsun’s oral transmission, the fat man made rapid progress.

After the drill, Gongsun took the fine sword handed over by the little fat man and danced a few new moves.

This set of swordsman practices every day and can be said to be proficient. With the Gongsun sword style, it will automatically connect with what you have learned before in your mind.

It felt like it was a broken limb, it should have been his.

"Xi shows me." The sharp sword returned to the little fat man's hand.

After practicing several times, Gongsun nodded and went to meditate without mentioning it. The little fat man was not in a hurry to leave. He thought carefully and practiced repeatedly in order to understand it.

After about an hour, the fat man withdrew his sword and stopped his work, and then knelt in front of Gongsun again.

"Come?"

"Sister Lan, okay." It was Yan before, but this time it was mostly Lan.

"I'm naturally very good. I practice the sword style first. If something goes wrong again, I will be in a bad mood. Who makes me feel bad..."

"You will make that person very bad." The fat man quickly took out his heavy sword.

"loquacious."

Clear your head, the fat man held the sword in his right hand and slashed it out with all his might!

"The sword style is right, but the momentum is not right. Unrestrainedness and desperate bets are different."

"What's the difference?" the little fat man asked, wiping his sweat.

"The difference is whether you believe it or not." Gongsun Lan's personality is more cheerful. She will also joke with the fat man from time to time. Although it is mostly very cold jokes.

"What if you believe it, what if you don't?"

"Believe that your sword is extremely strong and powerful, and can kill gods and demons. If you don't believe that your sword is so fierce that it will be useless."

"Oh." The little fat man remembered it silently, but he didn't say anything. "Sister Lan, do you know Gongsun Yan?"

"I don't know." Gongsun shook his head flatly.

"Take it seriously?" The fat man stopped the sword in his hand.

"really."

"oh……"

Backyard thatched cottage.

"Mr. Gongsun, one is named Yan and the other is named Lan. He passed on the swords of my left and right hands respectively. I have asked, but they do not know each other."

"This is strange. There are two people in the same body, and these two people still don't know each other." The female assassin skillfully stepped on her feet, lifted her pants and stood up.

Looking at the movements and expressions, the hidden illness has been cured. The whole body is refreshed.

"It's not surprising that one person has two types, it's just schizophrenia. I'm just worried, is it okay to do this?" The fat man said what he was worried about.

"Then I'll ask for you." As he said that, the female assassin took out a wooden box from his backpack. "What you want."

The little fat man opened his side, and a blooming yellow cuckoo was lying quietly on the velvet.

"You actually want it, right? You're also trying to make me say azalea seeds." The female assassin said angrily: "The slut can dispel wind and relieve pain, and can also cause poisoning and paralysis, so that the whole body cannot move."

Seeing the fat little man's eyes bright, the female assassin suddenly said, "Don't you want to use it against me, are you?"

"Maybe, I don't think about it. You owe me a few tanks of water." The little fat man rolled his eyes.

"Excuses are all excuses. I'm not prepared and I'll numb me and then do things in vain..." The female assassin slapped his forehead, "Did you... have you fall in love with me?"

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Chapter completed!