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"Dad, I bought some wine."

Spring passes and autumn comes.

Flowers fade and bloom.

The little thing who was born into the world is already capable of doing human work.

As the saying goes, little people are as big as ghosts.

This word was used on him, especially to set the scene. Look at his little face, which is so red. You may know that he secretly drank his father's wine. But if you don't know, you may think that the weather is too cold and something is wrong with him.

"I thought your little kid was lost."

In the thatched shed, the clanging sound of iron tools stopped.

The old blacksmith patted the ashes on his shoulder and sat in front of the stove.

Hey hey hey!

Little Zhao Zi came over, he looked about three or two years old, his steps were staggering, and he made a milky sound.

Remember the URL.

Don't look at people as small, but they are smart?

No one steps on him when he goes out on the street, which is very valuable.

"Well, that's enough."

Blacksmith Zhao took the wine bottle and weighed it casually.

Who gave him such a clever boy? He secretly drank the wine and mixed it with some water.

Tiejiang Zhao was very pleased, and fortunate that the boy was not drinking urine.

He had done this before, and his grandfather hung him up and gave him a good beating.

He is not a grandfather, but he is not willing to beat his children. It is cold, so he drinks to warm up.

"Work."

After half a bottle of wine, he picked up the hammer again.

He has never given up on the ancestral craftsmanship. Apart from being a little tired, there is nothing else.

However, when I saw my baby, I felt very motivated again.

Everyone will get old, but I hope I can raise my children to adulthood before I get old.

Mr. Zhao is also sensible. His father is working hard at forging iron, while he stands aside and watches it seriously.

He is very smart, at least he learns things quickly.

It is rare to find a child who can do somersaults at the age of three or two.

And he is one of them. If he is not weak enough to hold a hammer, otherwise he can do the technical work of blacksmithing with style.

"In the spring of next year, I will send you to a private school."

"In his year, he will come back with a top score."

"Our old Zhao family has never had anyone become an official."

Blacksmith Zhao panted while swinging the hammer.

"What is the number one scholar?" Zhao Yun raised his little head and asked curiously.

"The top pick is..."

"Old blacksmith?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw someone pushing the door open and coming in.

He was a burly man with unkempt hair and unkempt beard. He was holding two rabbits in his hands, and the blood was dripping and steaming.

Zhao Yun recognized it, it was Uncle Niu who was standing at the opposite door.

He is a hunter and has been dealing with ferocious beasts all year round.

"In this damn weather, the wild animals don't go out. After a few months of guarding, they only guarded two rabbits, and the guy who was eating fell into the ditch." Uncle Niu cursed.

After scolding me, I felt it was inappropriate and I was afraid that I might frighten my children.

He changed his face in an instant and hugged little Zhao Yun amiably.

Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, the baby will run away.

What the elders said is true. Anyone who drinks goat's milk since childhood is smart. Look at this little guy, with his big eyes and big bones, he is very clever when he looks at him. He is not like those two in his family who just wallow in the mud.

“I’m getting older, and I’m still working so hard.”

"How can a whole family support me?"

Uncle Niu said as he placed the two hares on the table.

After he finished, he said with a smile on his face, "Bring me something!"

"You won't give me any money?"

"Put the rabbit against it."

"You are good at everything, but you are too picky about using weapons."

"Old rule, the size of the machete should be the same as last time."

The two of them were talking and laughing, just chatting about everyday things.

Zhao Yun, on the other hand, raised his little head again and looked at the sky.

It was getting dark again, and Granny Yue came out again.

He likes to look at the moon, which is snow-white, beautiful and kind.

at night.

The aroma of meat filled the small courtyard, and Blacksmith Zhao stewed the rabbit.

Regardless of how it tastes, Zhao Yun's appetite is as good as ever. Even after his death, he still eats a lot. After a bowl of broth, he can still eat two bowls of rice.

"Slow down, don't hold on."

Blacksmith Zhao drank a cup of wine and said with a smile on his face.

Being able to eat is a blessing, and the more he looks at his baby, the happier he becomes.

"Dad, I heard someone shouting again." Xiao Zhao Yun said in a sweet voice.

"What are you shouting for?" Blacksmith Zhao burped.

"temple."

"Why didn't I hear that?"

"real."

"Yes, you also inherited your grandfather's stubborn temper."

Blacksmith Zhao didn't take it to heart at all and only focused on drinking.

Chapter 2393 Handicraft (2 / 2)

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Talking about my grandfather, I feel uneasy even when walking. There is no light in the ravine.

Zhao Yun muttered, sometimes scratching his little head and looking around.

He really heard it, especially in the dead of night, most clearly, and he wanted to cry.

A night of silence.

In the blink of an eye, dawn.

Blacksmith Zhao got up early, went into the thatched shed, and lit a fire on the stove.

By the time Zhao Yun got up, the clanging sound of iron could be heard in the backyard.

beat.

He also fights, but just to make soy sauce.

In the early morning, the streets of Wutong Town were still very lively.

At a glance, it was full of bustling figures and shouts.
To be continued...