At the end of the laurel month, the autumn harvest in Shuzhou is slowly coming to an end. According to the discussion between Xu Mu and Jia Zhou, all the counties and counties in Shuzhou where grain was produced were stationed at the pass, aiming to cover up the illusion of a great autumn harvest.
Full of fatigue, Xu Mu just returned to the palace.
"Sun Xun, where is the prince?"
"The prince has gone to see Grandpa San."
Xu Mu was a little speechless and ran around Chengdu with his bare butt in his pocket.
Sun Xun looked hesitant, "Lord, let me make a small report."
"What?"
"The three grandpas and the young prince...were drinking together again."
"Sun Xun, Xu Qiao is less than two years old——"
"When the lord was away in Xishu, these three people kept the secret from the princess and often took the young prince to play at the wine table."
Me.
Xu Mu stood up and walked straight outside the palace. As expected, when I walked to the balcony where the three old men often gathered, I saw little Xu Qiao sitting among the three old men. He dipped his chopsticks into the wine, took a sip and imitated the adults, and smacked a peanut.
"Xu Qiao!" Xu Mu said calmly.
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"What's the matter? What do you want, Xu Mu?" Zhuge Lai raised his head and protected Xu Qiao behind him.
Chen Datie also puffed up his face, "I came back from a war and I have a good temper. I know how to yell at my son. All three fathers are here. Otherwise, how many times will the three of us yell at you?"
"My son, forget it," the old scholar also advised, "Qiao'er didn't drink too much, at most he dipped it with chopsticks. The old cripple had a cerebral stroke two days ago and has been abstaining from alcohol for more than half a month. He just got together today. Get together."
Xu Mu paused and looked at Zhuge Lai. Sure enough, Zhuge Fan, who was still full of energy last year, was now uncontrollably old and haggard.
These three people have stayed since the beginning of the winery. Needless to say, the feelings involved, and on many occasions, he also helped Xu Mu a lot.
Chen made iron pipes and ironworks, and the armor he made was extremely fine. Zhuge Lai was the boss of Xiaer, and he helped him, the chief rudder of the Thirty States without any martial arts skills, stabilize the situation.
And the old scholar... is even more incredible. His eldest son was Li Poshan, the last famous general of the Ji Dynasty. With this kind of relationship, it is impossible to say that one day, General Li will be able to be brought to Xishu.
Even apart from the interest relationship, Xu Mu also has a father-son feeling for these three people.
"Old cripple, what's wrong?" Xu Mu just sat down, Xu Qiao hurriedly got up, shouted "Mother" and ran back. Xu Mu grabbed him with his hands, so he had to sniffle and sit down again.
"If not, I'll let Chen Que go into the city."
"It's okay, I'm getting older." Zhuge's lame face showed a rare look of relief.
Chen Datie, who was nearby, took a bowl and helped Xu Mu fill it with wine.
"The three of us have heard that you did a good job over there in Cangzhou. When the good news came, the three dads were all happy. Oh yes, the little strategist was also good, but it's a pity that the little one over in Dingzhou tiger."
The little tiger in Dingzhou is Lu Xiu.
Chen Datie spilled half the bowl on the ground, Quan should worship him. The people nearby also followed suit. Xu Qiao, who was not sure why, also started to sprinkle.
"How long will it take for my son to reach the grassland? They said that I have an older son, who is over there in the grassland?"
"It's coming, it's coming." Xu Mu said with a smile.
"Don't be so playful and smiling. Looking at you like that, I'm afraid that you may never see this day again in your lifetime. You should be more careful." Zhuge Lame looked disgusted.
"You're a father, so try your best." Chen Datie also nodded.
Xu Mu didn't feel angry at all. On the contrary, he suddenly liked this feeling.
"Old cripple, don't drink too much. I'm going out of town tomorrow. I'll ask Divine Doctor Chen for you and prescribe some medicine."
"Will you die if you call him daddy? Qiao'er, you can call him Xu Xiaoxiao from now on."
Xu Qiao blinked, thought for a moment, and finally didn't shout.
"Three chopsticks as a punishment!" Zhuge Lai was not angry and continued to speak fondly.
Under Xu Mu's gaze, the child, who was less than two years old, dipped his chopsticks into the wine and licked it three times.
"Don't worry." Chen Datie rolled his eyes at Xu Mu, "How can a drunken man from Xishu do it if he doesn't practice his drinking ability? If he becomes the leader of Xishu from now on, and his subordinates offer him two or three bowls, he will drink it. Damn it, don’t you laugh to death?”
"Old man, I, Xu Mu, can drink it." Xu Mu said through gritted teeth.
"You can drink an egg. Come on, Little Dog Xu, let's use the wine jar! Let's do it!" Zhuge Lai, who was standing in the wind, holding the wine jar, coughed all of a sudden.
"Dad, I give up." Xu Mu sighed in his heart.
"Drink less. I have conquered the country, and I want to make you a prince for fun."
"I know, I know." Zhuge Lai covered his mouth, showed a look of relief, and slowly sat down.
"My son, I have read all the drawings sent by Wei Chun. It will be built in a few days. Come over here and take a look." Chen Datie held the wine bowl and suddenly said as if he wanted to take credit.
Xu Mu looked happy. The famous craftsmen in this world are indeed different.
"Besides, the bridge carriage and Wanjian carriage you mentioned earlier are all messed up in your mind."
"My son Xu Mu is a great talent in the world." The old scholar raised his wine bowl.
"Shit, it's the same world as when I was young. When I went to Changyang, I visited eight Qing dynasties without spending a single cent of money——"
Snapped.
The old scholar raised his hand angrily and patted Zhuge Lai on the head.
"My Sun Xuqiao is here, are you trying to teach him bad things? If he is taught to be like a stupid tiger, hiding in the house and driving piles every day, then it will be useless! It will be completely useless!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Zhuge Lai's face was shocked for a moment.
"Shut up, everyone. One is cleaning the house, the other is driving piles. From now on, this grandson, I will be the sole leader of the iron man!"
Sitting aside, Xu Mu turned his head and glanced at Xu Qiao, who was still licking his chopsticks, and felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.
Perhaps they had had enough quarreling, and the three old men started arming each other again. Four people, one big and one small, were on the balcony, having fun until dusk.
"The wind is getting strong, go back and take Qiao'er back. Come and get together when you have time. I might as well be buried when you return to Shuzhou next time you go on an expedition." Zhuge lamely burped. He spoke without finishing his thoughts.
Xu Mu stood up silently and gave a heavy salute to the three old people present. Xu Qiao also followed suit and bowed down, saluting seriously.
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Under the afterglow of dusk, on the long road back to the palace, two figures, one large and one small, walked forward holding hands.
"Father, when will I grow up?"
"Qiao'er, you are so anxious to grow up, what are you going to do?"
"The three grandpas said they can't wait until I grow up, so I want to grow up quickly and drink from a bowl with them."
Xu Mu stopped and looked at the big boy in front of him. If nothing unexpected happens, Xu Qiao will be the future hero of Xishu. Of course, if he conquers the country, then Xu Qiao will be the emperor of the new dynasty.
The meaning of life is inheritance. Someone inherits your legacy, your legacy, remembers your struggle, and remembers the road you have traveled.
"My son Xu Qiao." Xu Mu stretched out his hand and touched Xu Qiao's face, "When you grow up, your father will give you a big gift."
"Father, what is it?"
Xu Mu raised his hand, and for a moment he was full of energy and pointed steadily at the mountains and rivers outside the city.
"My son Xu Qiao, as a father, I want to give you the kingdom of thirty states in the world!"
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