Gongshu clan.


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


    The man chopping firewood under the eaves raised his firewood knife, cut the last stick in half, pulled up the sweat towel hanging on his neck and wiped the sweat on his face.


    "Look at these children. They are carefree all day, running and playing, but they don''t know the future is worrying!"


    The man''s tone sounded very sad with a touch of helplessness and sadness.


    Yes, with the long time of living in seclusion in the mountains, there is a growing gap with the secular world.


    Almost for hundreds of years, Gongshu clan is still these ancient and familiar objects in addition to moving some regions.


    In addition to Gongshu oak, a prodigy, improving the water supply waterwheel and creating more convenient appliances, there was no major action.


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


    These people don''t say it, but their eager eyes won''t deceive people.


    If it weren''t for Zu Xun, if it wasn''t for fear of unprovoked disasters, who would be willing to stay with mountains and forests and insects and birds all his life?


    Until this open-minded and wise public loser oak appeared, the ethnic people rekindled their desire to devote themselves to the secular world.


    The woman listened to the man''s words, wiped the soil off the roots of wild vegetables, stopped, looked at the sweating child and smiled.


    "I heard Qi''er say that children as big as us outside have been reading and studying with their teachers in the classroom."


    After that, the smile on the woman''s face gradually dissipated, and she bowed her head and continued to choose the wild vegetables in the barrel.


    "Maybe this is life."


    "After two years of searching, I finally found such an omnipotent wizard, but it was a big spender."


    The woman paused and tried to pinch off the roots of wild vegetables, as if with a touch of inexplicable resentment.


    "Burning yellow mud and stones is very fun for the Marquis, but I don''t know how sad we are! Poor girl Qi''er spent a year in the imperial city and ruined Qingyu."


    The man listened, sighed and said with relief.


    "Well, we didn''t press the name of Tang Hao''s destiny man ourselves."


    "After all, his playful Marquis just passed us by. Why should we blame him? He was right. We had too high hopes and recognized the wrong person."


    "Besides, I''ve been looking for it for two years. Why not look for another two years? I''m not in a hurry for a year or two!"


    The woman glanced at the man and complained unhappily.


    "It''s easy to say. Look at the whole clan. It''s been dead for this these days."


    "Look at our patriarch. He seems to be getting old these days. He must be sad about it, but we didn''t see it."


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


    "Well, well, stop talking! Don''t be heard by the patriarch."


    "He worries too much about our clan!"


    The courtyard was silent again. Several men and women who had originally looked at this side also calmly looked away.


    After experiencing the initial great joy, the boiling blood gradually cooled, even cold, with Tang Hao''s foolish behavior.


    It seems that most of today''s Gongshu people have determined that this unreliable Marquis must not be the person in the dark.


    Standing in the closed door of Gongshu oak, he heard the conversation just now, but the meaning of it was already clear to his chest.


    What they worried about was not what he worried about the whole clan?


    The disadvantages of inheritance from generation to generation are always reflected in the younger generation.


    As if blessed by heaven, the men and women of the public losers are particularly strong in their natural map reading. Even if they can''t recognize the marked handwriting, these people can understand how to make and assemble the parts.


    Therefore, among the young people of this generation, Meng Yuqi, who is not interested in wood art, has taken on the important task of inquiring about information with the outside world, but knows many words.


    As the patriarch of Gongshu clan, Gongshu oak obviously knows the importance of this text for inheritance.


    Only by dictation, those exquisite skills often dissipate slowly with the erosion of time.


    This is also the reason why public loser oak took risks after receiving the wooden card.


    Perhaps in the earthly world, the children of their own family can then lose the reputation of the public, read and learn words, understand human feelings, and continue to carry the banner of the family.


    With a slight sigh, the old man walked slowly to the window. Unconsciously, several tears overflowed from his eye frame.


    Supporting the desk, Gongshu oak looked out of the window at the lush forests, towering mountains, and the corners of his mouth wriggled slightly.


    "Oh, my God! The public losers can''t afford such a joke!"


    "Since Tang Hao is the hope of our family, why do you embarrass me and tear this hope to pieces by yourself?"