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Zha He did not speak anymore, and only reported to her in detail about the preparations that the barbarians had made in the past few days. Hua Rong listened very carefully, especially towards the storage of winter supplies and the preparation of weapons, Zha He could almost be called a qualified general director. At this moment, she had a whole new level of respect for this female Daoist from a lower class background. Other than her kind nature, she couldn't believe that he had this kind of talent.

Seeing her praise him, Zha He rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly: "The little boys, actually, I learned all of these from you."

Hua Rong smiled sweetly: How can I teach you all this? She suddenly thought of what she wanted to do, thought of his husband's battle tactics and formations, thought for a moment and said, "Zha He, in the future, I will need your help."

Zha He was overjoyed: "The little boys, I'm just afraid that one day you won't need my help anymore!"

"Zha He, even if I don't need your help, you are still my best friend!"

Zha He spoke incoherently, he did not know what to say, and could only rub his head. Lu Wenlong drank the fruit wine, his face red, seeing Zha He's face even redder than his, he asked: "Uncle Zha He, are you drunk?"

"I haven't had any yet tonight. Ha … Wen Long, The little boys, I'll go get more roast meat for you guys. " Zha He turned and walked away. His footsteps were hurried and light, full of joy, but it could not be described.

Hua Rong looked at his back, as if she thought of something, and thought of something. The moment she started writing her military strategy, she would have to find the best successor, Wen Long. Whether it was his intelligence or his experience in war, he was up to the task. In the future, maybe Zha He would also have some accomplishments.

Lu Wenlong said: "Mom, you don't think so. Uncle Zha He is so weird tonight. "

Hua Rong said softly: "Because Mom wants to teach him a set of military strategies. You learn from him. "

"Alright, when do I start learning?"

"Wait till mother collects her thoughts, then mother will write a military book left behind by your Abba Yue Pengju. Mother will hope to inherit his will …" Hua Rong was in the middle of speaking when he suddenly made a face and said softly, "Mother, look …"

He pointed with his finger, causing Hua Rong to look over. In front of them, beside a dancing and singing bonfire, a passionate and fiery lady was pulling on Zha He's hand, trying to feed him a wine wrapped in a large leaf. Zha He had never been in a battle before, he was so scared that his face and ears turned red.

Seeing that, the children laughed out loud, Lu Wenlong also laughed out loud, he then clapped his hands and said to Hua Rong: "Mother, that lady has taken a fancy to Zha He."

Hua Rong laughed, "How do you know?"

Lu Wenlong said in a pleased tone, "I knew it. "My friends all said that if a girl here takes a fancy to a man, she would hug his waist and feed him alcohol …" Only then did Hua Rong realize that in these few months, he had completely assimilated into the savage tribe. He actually understood many of their habits and customs even more than did.

"Ha, isn't this good? Your Uncle Zha He is not yet married, this girl is very warm and generous, he is not young, and can be considered a family. "

"Mom, Uncle Zha He wouldn't like her."

Hua Rong asked curiously, "Why?"

"Because a man who likes that girl doesn't reject her toasts. Look, Uncle Zha He doesn't want to drink her wine at all …"

Hua Rong sized up his son, and realized that this little gossipy king king king was actually interested in this. Presumably, these few days, there were many barbarian girls fighting for him.

She didn't know that one day she would actually be discussing matters between a man and a woman with a child. She was extremely patient.

"He doesn't like it now!"

"Just because I don't like him now doesn't mean that I won't like him in the future. As long as the girl is nice to him, he will like her one day. "

Love at first sight is a luxury, most people, do not rely on love at first sight.

Lu Wenlong seemed to understand something, he turned to look, only to see the wild lady holding a bottle of wine, insisting on Zha He drinking it, Zha He was pinching his lips, not wanting to drink it, his face was flushed red. He had never encountered such a 'backward pursuit' in his life. He was so scared that he retreated step by step, not knowing how to get angry nor how to resist, and only tried his best to shake it off. The wine spilled all over his body, and the people around him roared with laughter, causing him to be even more at a loss as he covered his face and ran away.

Lu Wenlong clapped his hands and laughed, Hua Rong could not help but laugh too. These barbarian girls were pure, kind, and beautiful, not inferior to the women outside. If Zha He could find one of them inside, it would be a good match.

As she calculated, Zha He had already ran over with a face full of dust. His expression was serious, and his mouth was grinning from ear to ear as he grimaced at her: "Uncle Zha He, I like you so much …"

"Wenlong, don't talk nonsense." He looked at Hua Rong in panic and muttered, "The little boys, no, no … "I'm not …" The more he spoke, the more incoherent he became. He could only say, "No, no."

Lu Wenlong passed a jug of fruit wine to him. "Uncle Zha He, look at you, you're sweating profusely.

He accepted it, and downed it in one gulp with his head raised. He glanced at Hua Rong, and Hua Rong then said with a smile: "Zha He, take a seat."

He sat down beside her, silent, his face still red.

Hua Rong said gently: "Zha He, I've said it before, when things are more peaceful, I will marry a wife to you. You are no longer young, it's time for you to get married and have children …"

"The little boys, I'm not …" He scratched his head, "The little boys, I didn't …"

She looked at him gently: "Zha He, the girls here are very good, not one bit inferior to the girls outside. They are pure and kind, even better than the girls outside …"

For the first time, he interrupted Hua Rong. "But The little boys, I don't want to take a wife here." His voice was very low, his tall and big body was hidden by the fire, he casually threw the empty tube to the side and repeated, "The little boys, I don't want to …"

Hua Rong was surprised: "Could it be that you dislike these girls?"

He scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "It's fine if they don't dislike me, but what right do I have to despise them?"

Hua Rong heaved a sigh of relief.

"Zha He, listen to me, on this matter, I fully respect your opinion. As a friend, I am only recommending you. "Moreover …" She thought of her suitcase, with a few small pieces of jewelry left over from the sale. One of them had a pair of good earrings. She had wanted to give it to Zha He to get married to. However, seeing that Zha He was not enthusiastic, she did not try to persuade him anymore. In any case, the ladies here were passionate, the male and female pursuers were separated by a mountain, while the female pursuers were separated by a veil. No matter how worried Zha He was, there would be a day when the ice melted.

Everyone chatted and danced until late at night before they went to sleep. When they parted ways at the entrance of the tree house, Zha He looked at Hua Rong, wanting to say something but hesitating. Seeing that Hua Rong was about to enter, he mustered his courage and said, "The little boys …"

Seeing his strange expression, Hua Rong laughed: "Zha He, what do you want to say?"

"I, I, I …"

Hua Rong saw that he was hesitating, and said: "It's getting late, you should go rest, if you have anything to say tomorrow."

Zha He could not say anything else, he could only turn around and leave.

Hua Rong and his mother lived in a small hut. Today, seeing that Zha He was always so weird, Lu Wenlong suddenly asked his mother, "Mother, if Uncle Zha He gets married, will he treat us like how we are now?"

This question stumped Hua Rong. Before this, she had never thought about this question, nor would she envisage the scene after Zha He's marriage. Looking at the child's expectant gaze, she suddenly understood that he did not wish for Zha He to marry. Because these days, Zha He had been very good to him, just like father and brother. After thinking for a bit, she slowly said in a gentle voice, "Son, Uncle Zha He always needs to get married. After he gets married, he will have his own children, and we can't just count on him to help us. Besides, with your mother taking care of us, Mother won't let you live any worse than the other children, do you understand?"

Lu Wenlong nodded his head: "Sigh, mother, I really want to see the Little Tiger's head, I have never seen him before."

Hua Rong laughed, but her heart felt a pang. Not only did she need revenge, she also had to raise her two sons on his own. However, this heaviness carried an incomparable joy. There was hope for a child, so he had to become stronger.

Lu Wenlong was already sleepy. He took a thick and numb blanket that he had weaved using some sort of method to cover the locals and covered it over himself. Lu Wenlong could not speak properly, so he suddenly said: "Mom, that bad guy came over to find me …"

"Ah?" "What scoundrel?"

"It's that Uncle Big Scoundrel. He said his name was King Qin. Mother, he used to call me uncle, but now he wants me to call him Abba. He says that I am your son, and that I am his son. "But he's really fun, and even taught me martial arts. Originally, he said that he would come to see me, but somehow, he didn't come. He's lying, this person isn't good, he's lying …"

Hua Rong was stunned, King Qin had specially come to visit him? Her own son is his son!?

"Son, do you like him?"

"Not bad. This uncle is quite interesting. His kung fu is also quite good." "It's just that lying is annoying..."

Hua Rong laughed: "He's not lying because he suffered from a heavy injury a few days ago. He won't be able to come."

"Ah?" Mommy, how did he get hurt? "

Hua Rong looked into his eyes and sighed softly, "He was injured while fighting against the Fourth Prince."

Lu Wenlong strangely realised that his mother said "tell your Fourth Prince" instead of "tell your Abba". He hastily asked: "How is my Abba? Is he hurt? "

Abba! Jin Wushu was his Abba!

Hua Rong caressed his hair: "Son, don't worry, Fourth Prince is not injured, he's fine. "He's strong, he won't get hurt."

Lu Wenlong said in an extremely proud tone, "That's great. My Abba is Da Jin's greatest hero, of course King Qin Scoundrel is not his opponent. Haha, that's great, my Abba defeated King Qin. Mommy, is Abba the world's greatest hero? When I grow up, I will definitely learn from Abba … "