After lunch, Fusu was about to rest for a while, suddenly he heard someone come to report a letter from Xianyang.

The one who could write letters from Xianyang was naturally Ying Zheng. Fusu immediately received the messenger and took the letter sent by Ying Zheng in a harmonious manner.

After seeing off the messenger, Fusu started reading the letter.

Since I sent bamboo paper back last time, Ying Zheng used bamboo paper when he wrote letters, and the letter was also written on bamboo paper.

Ying Zheng's handwriting is vigorous and sharp, and it feels quite powerful and powerful. It is said that the handwriting is like the person, but this is indeed true. Just looking at the word Fusu feels that Ying Zheng is right in front of him.

After looking at the contents carefully, the smile on Fusu's face slowly faded.

Ying Zheng's tone of this letter was not very good. The general idea was that he was not doing his job properly and he had nothing to do. Did he read the books or practice swordsmanship? People's energy is limited. What should you do if you are a great master of Qin, do you care about other people's bathing problems? In the end, Ying Zheng asked him to clean up quickly, don't delay, and hurry back to Xianyang.

Over the past year, the father and son have exchanged a lot of letters, mostly about reading experience, and have been calm all the time. I suddenly received such a letter full of reprimands. Fusu neither wrote a reply nor put away the letter, but just sat quietly for a long time.

Huaide had been serving Fusu. Seeing Fusu feeling a little aggrieved, she carefully stepped aside to cook new tea for Fusu.

When Huaide delivered the new tea to Fusu case, Fusu finally came to his senses.

Huaide asked: "Young Master, do you want me to grind ink?"

Fusu said: "Okay."

Fusu wrote a reply letter to Ying Zheng, and explained in detail the anti-frostbite function of pancreatic cervix in addition to cleaning, indicating that this is not just a toiletry product. If you march in winter in the future, soldiers will use this pancreas to clean their hands, so that their hands will not be frozen and cracked, and they will be more accurate and powerful when using weapons.

At the end of the Xin Dynasty, Fusu naturally asked Ying Zheng to let him stay in Yunyang County for a while, and he still had some things to do.

Fusu wrote a letter, but Huaide didn't dare to see it. Seeing Fusu eloquently, he came forward to take it and went to find someone to deliver the letter to Fusu.

When the letter was sent back, it was sank to the sea. Ying Zheng didn't reply and said yes, nor did he say yes, as if he had forgotten to scold Fusu.

Fusu waited and watched for two days and found that Ying Zheng had no intention of returning to Xianyang immediately, so he slowly relaxed.

However, Fusu still speeded up the finishing work in Yunyang County. He was afraid that Ying Zheng would disagree with him, so he sent someone to pick him up.

Fusu did not deliberately hide the fact that he was about to return to Xianyang. The village houses and the villagers around him all learned the news that he was leaving one after another. When they saw it, they would come forward to express their reluctance.

After the people made such a fuss, Fusu's depression dissipated most of the time, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

He picked out two teams of young people among the students in the academy and personally led Li You to teach them how to play Xin Juqiu.

Fusu actually only knows the rules and has never played them personally before, but he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so chasing such a Juqiu is not difficult.

Fusu quickly taught the new gameplay.

With Fusu, the teenagers quickly enjoyed this activity. Later, even if Fusu and Li You didn't play, they could play well themselves.

If nothing else happens after school every day, many people gather at Ju Stadium to play, and those who play football and those who watch football are watching, it looks very lively.

Fusu would watch them play football from time to time, and occasionally he would make a few words of cheering, and would come out to play for a while.

At first, no one dared to let go of him, for fear that Fusu would bump into him accidentally. Later, they found that they lost a lot of money when they let Fusu come to play. In the end, they became competitive and tried their best to score goals every time!

In the afternoon of that day, Ying Zheng finished his work and made time to see his reading experience that Fusu submitted regularly every ten minutes.

Last time, Ying Zheng wrote a letter to scold Fusu, and when he turned around, he received a letter from Fusu to defend himself. His tone was as serious as his subordinates explaining the problem to his superiors. Through the letter, he could see Fusu's serious appearance.

At that time, Ying Zheng left the letter aside and ignored it.

Now that I received the reading experience written by Fusu on time, Ying Zheng couldn't help but think of the people below who recorded that Fusu was obviously a little aggrieved when he received the letter. He sat there alone with the letter for a long time.

As a result, after returning from the letters these two times, Fusu did not say a word of grievance in his letter, but just argued for himself with reasonable grounds. Now this letter is even more unconscious about his own reading gains.

To be honest, Fusu’s reading experience is very meaningful and written well, but it is a bit boring if you read too much.

Although Ying Zheng could not bear the overly numb words, he did not like Fusu's extremely unfamiliar tone.

Ying Zheng thought about it and asked someone to prepare a car.

There is nothing wrong today, and tomorrow is a holiday without having to go to court. He might as well go and see what Juqiu is made in Fusu.

Thinking that the road was boring, Ying Zheng asked someone to call Li Si and Meng Tian.

Along the way, three of them talked about government affairs and gossip. It was already evening when they arrived in Yunyang County, and the golden sunset was slowly moving westward.

This is not the first time Ying Zheng has come to a village. Many gatekeepers who recognize his car from afar immediately greeted him with fear and trepidation.

Ying Zheng asked, "Is Fusu in another village?"

According to the records of the people below, as long as the weather is suitable, Fusu likes to walk outside, either to see the workshop or to the school.

The concierge said, "The young master is on the other side of the school."

Ying Zheng told the concierge not to send anyone to inform Fusu, so he took Meng Tian and Li Si directly to the academy.

Fusu is easy to find, because many people are walking in the same direction.

When Ying Zheng went on a concise trip this time, the doorman could recognize his car, but the students in the academy did not recognize him. When they saw him, they did not salute him, but instead ran forward in a hurry.

Meng Tian stopped a student and Dai Yingzheng asked them what they were in a hurry to do.

The student saw that Meng Tian and the other two had a very good face, but they looked very arrogant, and immediately replied politely: "Let's go and see the young master play football, and the young master plays football well."

Because of his age, Fusu does not have much advantage in height, but his size is also beneficial to his size. Fusu is more flexible in dribbling, and his various skills are becoming more and more proficient after training during this period. He can even play evenly with Li You, leading a team to play against him.

Ying Zheng and the other two were obviously foreign visitors. Since the student was asked, it was difficult to leave them behind and go to watch the football. So he simply showed them how good he was to play football with Fusu.

Ying Zheng listened with a faint expression, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

Li Si was determined to choose Fusu as his son-in-law, and his son Li You was also a coach by Fusu's side. Of course, he had to help Su Yuanyiyuan, so that Ying Zheng would not feel that they were playing with things and losing their ambitions.

After the student finished talking about how Fusu took them to play, Li Si praised after thinking for a moment: "This new way of playing Juqiu is good. Not only can young people strengthen their bodies when playing football, but they can also learn to coordinate and cooperate. If they can learn how to play Juqiu well since childhood, they will definitely know how to cooperate with each other when they grow up in marches and fights."

Meng Tian glanced at Li Si and felt that Li Si was really eloquent. In the blink of an eye, he found the angle to play Juqiu.

Meng Tian followed Ying Zheng without saying a word to Ju Stadium.

Ju Stadium, located on the west side of the Academy, is more lively than on the road. There are circles of students outside, and even a few masters are mixed with them.

Meng Tian stepped forward to clear a good position for Ying Zheng, and respectfully invited Ying Zheng to the front row to watch the Juqi game played by Fusu and Li You, who led two teams respectively.

I have to say that there are so many people watching, even if I just chase the little Juqiu on the court, it makes me feel a little excited.

Ying Zheng was mixed in the crowd of people watching the game, and soon his ears were hurt by the deafening shouts around him. His eyes fell on Fusu running in the Ju Stadium.

Perhaps in order to balance the strength of both sides, Fusu is not the only small player on the field. Half of the players on both sides are about the same age as Li You, and half are about the same age as Fusu.

Fusu has always been quiet and not noisy, but after he came on stage, he became more boyish, like a young tiger who was only locked up all the time suddenly came out of the trap. His body was flexible and full of momentum, and he had a sense of equal strength when facing Li You.

Because he focused on the game, Fusu did not notice Ying Zheng's arrival and competed with Li You happily.

Since Li You spent much longer practicing martial arts than Fusu, he had been learning military tactics for many years, and he was slightly better than Fusu in terms of physical strength or strategy. In the end, Li You won the match.

Fusu was sweating all over and was not annoyed if he lost. He smiled and said, "Senior Brother, have you practiced secretly again?"

Li You is very strong. Whenever he is practicing martial arts, he will close the yard and practice secretly. Occasionally, he will lose his temper when discussing military books and study hard behind closed doors. Fusu has reason to believe that Li You will practice secretly with him on his back.

Li Yuya denies: "It's nothing."

As the two were talking, Huaide quietly stepped forward to report to Fusu about the news that Ying Zheng had arrived.

There were too many people around, and it was noisy. Fusu looked up at the direction where Huaide came, and immediately saw Ying Zheng standing among the crowd listening to others talking about something.

Fusu was stunned for a moment.

It took more than half a year for Ying Zheng to come here the first two times, but this time it was only more than a month since Ying Zheng came here last time.

Thinking of the reprimand letter written by Ying Zheng not long ago, Fusu felt inexplicably sour. He was actually not a real child. He should no longer be sad for Ying Zheng's lessons without reason. After falling into his dreams during this period, he would always dream of the original edict.

Fusu calmed down his emotions and emptied Ju Stadium to the energetic students, and returned to the village with Ying Zheng.

Along the way, the father and son didn't say much. Fusu wanted to say something from time to time, but he took it back and just followed Ying Zheng silently.

Seeing this, Li Si and Meng Tian both tacitly said nothing. After returning to the village, they did not follow Ying Zheng and Fusu and his son into the yard.

Ying Zheng has been here three times and is already familiar with the yard where Fusu lives.

Ying Zhengxin walked in and sat down. He looked at Fusu, who was still energetic on the court just now, and couldn't help but pat the seat beside him and signaled Fusu to sit down.

Fusu finally found his voice: "Father."

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Isn't it mute?" He leaned against the clan and asked Fusu to raise his troops, "Is he still having a tantrum with me?"

"No." Fusu immediately retorted.

Ying Zheng reached out and pointed Fusu's slightly red eyes.

You can lie in the letter and lie in the words. When you see him, your eyes that turn red will not lie.

This child's stubborn temper probably looks like him, able to endure and disguise.

If it is someone else, Ying Zheng would not think that there is anything, and would ask the other party to pretend. It would be better not to show any more in front of him, otherwise he would not coax people, and would only think that the other party was annoyed and ordered the other party to disappear from his eyes.

If it were someone else, he wouldn't just scold him, even if he beat him and killed him, he wouldn't frown.

But raising children is different as it is raised. Since he has spared so much time to care about Fusu's studies and what Fusu has done in daily life, this son is naturally of different meaning to him.

Ying Zheng asked lightly: "Who am I yours?"

Fusu paused and replied, "Father." His voice unknowingly brought a little sob.

Ying Zheng said: "It's good to know. You are my son. If you feel wronged in front of me, you will say it out loud. Don't hide and cry secretly."

Fusu wanted to reply, "I didn't hide from crying", but tears ran faster than words, and suddenly burst out in disgrace.

He thought he was not sad at all, but when he heard his father say "You are my son", his tears still couldn't stop falling.

Ying Zheng thought for a while, raised his hand and took the crying child into his arms, and gently patted his back.

Who can I show off a boy who is just a little older than Dou Ding? He cries when he wants to cry, and makes trouble when he wants to make trouble. Anyone dares to laugh at him, Ying Zheng's son?

His son, Ying Zheng, never had to live a life of looking at people's eyes.

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