C3 The birth of the third child

Thus, I decided to rely on my performance to win Ma Teng's favor.

At this time, I was three years old and three months old.

When I was born, I didn't cry, and when I opened my mouth the next day, I was already considered a prodigy.

But I wasn't satisfied with that, and I decided to do it again.

Thus, I walked towards Ma Teng with light steps.

Ma Tie was currently sound asleep. Even if Ma Teng wanted to hug him, she had nowhere to go, so he sat outside the courtyard with Pang Yi as they drank.

"Daddy," I said, waving the paper in my hand.

Ma Teng obviously raised his eyebrows, his face full of disbelief: "Chao Er … You can write? "

I wanted to spit on his face: I went to kindergarten when I was 3 years old, how hard is it to write a few words?!

Pang Yi on the other hand, had an expression of admiration on his face.

Ma Teng took the paper, and only looked at it for half a second before he was extremely shocked, "My son … What were those words? I don't recognize a single word! "

Pang Yi moved closer to take a look, and bitterly smiled: "But from the looks of it, it does look a little similar … Well, I don't know any of them either. "

"How is this possible?!" I snatched the paper away. "This is the standard example …"

Suddenly, I was stunned: Bastard, the italics aren't good enough. It is said to be calligraphy or calligraphy. And it should be … Traditional?!

The traditional Chinese characters were easy to understand. After all, knowing a few words was not something that a script and a small talisman could learn in a day or two.

Perhaps … Should I first find a book to study the current type?

I scrunched this up into a ball. "Okay, I want to read."

Ma Teng hesitated: "My family... No study... Also... "No books..."

I wanted to kill him.

"If Senior Gongzi doesn't mind, can you come to my house to take a look?" Pang Yi invited me.

"Uncle Pang, what kind of books do you have in your house?" I don't believe that this bumpkin Ma Teng has a scholar under his command.

He smiled and said, "What do you want to see? Three hundred poems, or Four Spring and Autumn? "

I don't want to see these rubbish on the street. I want to read the words "Sun Tzu's methods!"

Pang Yi was surprised. "Forgive me for being blunt, but Senior Gongzi is a man who studies martial arts …" He looked at Ma Teng at the side, "It's really too early."

"Tsk, what's so early about that? I can still recite a few words." I ignored their expressions.

"Oh?" Pang Yi patted my head with interest, "Let's hear it from the back?"

"Soldiers, the greatest event of the nation, the place of life and death, the path of survival, cannot be ignored." I recited it skillfully.

"Well, this is the first one, yes." Pang Yi nodded.

On the other hand, Ma Teng sat on the ground expressionlessly, it seemed like he had never seen the Sun Tzu's methods before.

"Soldiers, deceitful Daoists." I can still remember that sentence, but I don't know what it is.

"The first one."

"Attack when you are unprepared, and attack when you are unprepared …" These two idioms are very convenient to speak of.

"It's still the first one …"

"…" I glared at him. "Why do you keep emphasizing the first chapter?" The first to attack is the second to attack, the second to attack, and the next to attack. "

Pang Yi clapped his hands: "Good memorization!"

"The art of using weapons can be countered with ten moves, but five moves can be used to attack …" My memory suddenly stopped. "Double and annihilate?"

"Ten will be surrounded, five will be attacked, double will be attacked, the enemy will be defeated, the minority will be able to escape, or else evade." He added the rest for me.

"Alright, there's no mistake about it." I gritted my teeth and said, "Knowing oneself and knowing the enemy, I will not be defeated even if I were to fight hundreds of battles!"

"Well, at least you're right," he laughed.

"There is no pattern to the troops, no pattern to the water." I'll try it once.

"..." Senior Gongzi's back is jumping too much … "

"Therefore, its speed is like the wind, its strength is like the forest, its speed is like fire, it is motionless like a mountain, it is difficult to know if it is like Yin, it is moving like thunder." Thanks to the Volkswagen, I was able to familiarize myself with the old ancestor's military tactics.

Ma Teng rubbed his chin, and finally said: "It seems to be full of energy ah …"

"Well, that's about it." I licked my lips.

Pang Yi clapped his hands and sighed: "As expected of the tiger in the family! Milord, your subordinate wishes to congratulate you again. Three years old and he knows how to fight.

"Hehe," his father laughed dryly and rubbed my hair, "Chao Er, you like military strategy?"

"My family cannot rely on their reputation to become an official. I can only rely on my horse to make some achievements." I have a very clear view of my family.

Ma Teng was startled, his expression at a loss.

Although it was known as the famous Ma Family, it was just a branch of the side branch. When his grandfather failed in his office and ran away, he almost couldn't marry his wife. Even in his father's generation, his two sons were still able to live up to their expectations. Though not in a county.

However, this kind of background was not enough for everyone in the Central Plains to see.

Of course, I know of Ma Chao's rough experience. After helping Cao Cao to beat him up at around the age of 20, there were no records of him fighting until he was beaten up to the point of him fleeing in panic. He's just a bandit from a small part of the city, he can't even be considered a local authority?

I belittled Ma Chao in my heart, but there seemed to be another voice protesting in my mind, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

"Your father really has …" Ma Teng sighed, and then changed the topic, "If you want to read any book, just tell the butler, I will buy them all. I am a rough man, it is best if you could understand some of the poetry books."

Hey hey, I mean reading military books and learning to bow, right? What I had just been reciting was all in the original language of the Sun Tzu's methods! How can you just go straight to poetry, calligraphy, paper, ink, and paper?! Ma Teng, did you get kicked in the head by a horse?!

Several boxes of heavy books were moved into my room.

The complicated tadpoles on it made my eyes hurt.

In the end, I still didn't learn any poetry, and Ma Teng also didn't check the progress of my studies again.

Because he had more important things to do.

Only six months later, Ma Teng was once again overjoyed.

To his mother, this was probably another bolt out of the blue.

Yet, the thirty-two year old Ma Teng felt an unprecedented sense of confidence and pride.

I, however, have already become numb.

He didn't even bother to curse in secret.

In any case, Ma Chao already had two younger brothers, so I probably can't stop this kind of thing. Unless I use violence to kill the aunt on the spot, and then kill all the women who come into contact with my father, completely eliminating the possibility of his birth.

However, it was clear that I didn't intend to do that. I, who was four years old, didn't seem to have the ability to kill people before exterminating their corpses …

What was to come would eventually come.

June. It was the height of summer.

This year, however, it was particularly violent.

The sun was scorching hot, and the earth was scorching hot. It was as if nothing in the world could squeeze out any water at all.

I could barely survive without air conditioning and fans.

I was lying naked on the mat on the kang, which was already hot from my body heat.

"The aunt is about to give birth, right?" I asked casually.

Mother gently nodded her head and didn't say anything. She just blankly sat by the window.

From the open window, he could occasionally see a few strands of cool wind blowing into the room, gently stirring his mother's hair.

However, at this moment, no one was enjoying this scene.

The cicadas outside the window were singing without restraint. Perhaps they also knew that their lives were as short as the summer heat.

The world was so restless, yet it was terrifyingly still.

Another shout exploded outside the wall as expected, just like two years ago.

Has he been born?

I sighed in my heart, unable to bear to look at my grieving mother again.

Clear howls echoed in the yard.

"It's a young master!"

Another person cheered in joy, but it was quickly drowned out by the panic that followed.

The outside world seemed to be in turmoil and chaos.

I seemed to hear the faint sound of footsteps and objects falling to the ground.

And … A certain someone howled in despair.

We know the result quickly from the lower population.

The baby boy was successfully born.

The aunt gave birth to more blood than she could bear, and she was unconscious.

Mother was expressionless as she sat in front of the window.

The chirping of the cicadas outside the window continued, but the crying sounds of the child became more ear-piercing.

The next day I learned that the boy's name was Hugh.

Ma Xiu.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

I guess not without malice.

In this afternoon, Ma Tie and Ma Xiu, who had lost their biological mother, were given to my mother.

For the entire afternoon, his mother seemed to have lost her soul and became absent-minded. It was unknown if it was because she was too excited or because she was lost.

I touched Ma Tie's butt that still couldn't walk: "Xiao Tie, will you stay with your brother in the future?"

He smiled foolishly and shook his head. "I want my mother."

"My mother is your mother." I pointed to my mother.

He continued to laugh foolishly as he shook his head, "That's your mother, not my mother! I want my mother. "

I hit him hard on the butt. "This is your mother!"

Unable to bear the pain, he jerked his head forward and let out a large snot blister.

Xiao Tie was only slightly over one year of age, so his memories about his mother would quickly fade, and he would even less have any memories about his own mother.

Mother indeed treated these two motherless children equally, and spared no effort to take care of them.

She was afraid that I would bully her younger brother and even let me sleep in a cot while she slept with her two sons who were not real.

As for Ma Teng … It was said that he would be the wake of his deceased wife for the next three months.

Ma Tie's longing for his mother only lasted for three days before he directed all his attention to her. Ma Xiu stayed in his mother's embrace all day, giving it to her only when she was being fed (which was hired by Ma Teng at a high price), not treating himself as an outsider at all.

Ma Teng became thinner and thinner, and looked extremely haggard.

I had my fourth birthday.