noffsinger Chapter 304 Immediately Shoot the Big Tiger
Chapter 304 Immediately Shoot the Big Tiger
They traveled light to Chang'an, and all the clothes, food, and toys they no longer needed were sent to the Jirenyuan, which took in many orphaned children.
Sandbags, scooters, puzzles, bamboo pieces, and other toys he was tired of playing with were all thrown out of his mind. In front of the main hall, the fat man, wearing mittens on three fingers, pulled the newly acquired bamboo bow to shoot at the lanterns under the eaves and even the small cloth bag hanging below. Three arrowless bamboo arrows shot out one after another. Qin Xiuyuan, holding his daughter in one hand, squatted beside him and watched with interest, "Pull the bow again, slowly lower it, aim... Hey!"
The son had already hastily shot an arrow, but he didn't have enough power, so it dropped mid-flight. After a few repetitions, he put his daughter down and took the bow to try it out, nodding the arrow and aiming. "Daddy needs to clean the silver bag."
"Puff!" As soon as the words fell, the small arrow flew steadily past the fat man's eyes, brushed past the cloth bag, and landed under the beam. "Ding!" A crisp sound came from the little hunter's reward silver colliding.
"Dad, teach me!" The fat man turned around and hugged his father. Qin Xiuyuan taught him again how to walk in parallel, draw the bow, nock the arrow, turn the wrist, use the back to exert force, draw the bow steadily, and trace the dots one by one. "Slow down, Dabao, practice makes perfect. Don't be impatient."
As expected, the first few arrows were calm and steady, but then they returned to their original state. Tang Bo placed his hands on his abdomen, watching with relish. "Master, do you know how Master's lips are worn out?"
Little Eleven watched from the side without saying a word. Wang's attention was focused on her youngest son. If she hadn't been looking at Gong Xiao, she would have really wanted to suggest that the youngest son try it. "Eleven, get up early and do some morning exercises from now on."
"Yes, mother."
A group of people in the yard watched the fat man shooting arrows, and Wangshu in the room arranged the troops, "This, this, and this, leave them. Don't take the others." Chun Yang directed Xiao Qing and Xiao Lu to use ropes to string old toys together and tie up old clothes, shoes and hats, and move the two dolls' beds out one by one. There was not much that could be packed.
Opening the master bedroom closet, Wangshu was a little hesitant. There were many clothes that he didn't wear often and didn't really like. There were also some that he liked, but they were old. Some could be thrown away, but they were relatively private...
"Or maybe cut up the stuffing and put it in the carriage. Or make a sandbag out of it."
Chun Yang clicked his tongue. Many of the short jackets and long skirts were bought by the general, including the two given by the old lady. "Madam, why don't you keep them? The motorcade can be long."
"I hardly wear these." When her husband is at home, she cannot show any skin. When her husband is not at home, she will be criticized for wearing these low-cut clothes to keep cool.
The material was of good quality and smooth to the touch. Chun Yang was reluctant to throw it away and whispered, "These rotten ones can be used to make quilts, and the good ones can be worn at night." Tear up the rotten ones and make quilts.
The meaning was self-evident. Wangshu, who occasionally worked as a part-time model at night, blushed and laughed angrily, "You...you guys! Birds of a feather!"
Someone's secret of being obsessed with watching a fashion show not suitable for children at night was discovered by someone with ulterior motives.
Chun Yang suppressed the anger on his face, picked out some fabric that could be used to make a quilt, and cut up some of the general's old clothes, planning to spend the night sewing the quilt.
My face was too hot to bear the sight of those clothes with stories behind them being taken out one by one. Wangshu went out to get some fresh air. The father was still teaching his son the steps of archery. The silver hunter worked hard for a long time but still came back empty-handed. The fat man was about to lose all his strength.
"Mom~" The sweet little girl ran over to cuddle with him. Wangshu took her over and waved his hand to signal everyone not to salute.
"Mom, I can't hit the target!" The fat man saw someone coming and handed over the bow. He glanced at his father, found the reason and repeated, "Dad taught me to miss the target! He shot it himself!"
Uncle Tang: ...looking up to the sky and holding back laughter...
Qin Xiuyuan, who spent a lot of time and effort to teach him everything but was wrongly accused of hiding his knowledge: ! ! He is truly his own good son!
Shun Shun let out the frustration in his heart and touched his son's big head. It was quite good for a boy of such age to shoot such a long distance after learning archery for half a day. But the little woman had to set a small jackpot to test him... Thinking that they were his wife and son, he secretly swallowed the grievance after talking so hard for half a day.
Wangshu took the small bow, which was a bit heavy. It was made of two pieces of bamboo and a thin wooden board as the bow body, and twisted silk as the bowstring. The craftsmanship and value were first-class.
He stood sideways with parallel steps, raised the bow and arrow, pulled the bow to his lips, aimed at a point below the arrow head, tried it, relaxed, then pulled the bow down again, aimed with both eyes, and shot an arrow at the lower left side of the silver bag. "Puff!" He squinted his eyes to see that it was not far away.
She readjusted her position several times, moved it slightly upwards according to the point she had just drawn, and shot an arrow. She almost hit the target every time. Her daughter's braids swayed, and she ran over to pick up the arrow three times. With the last arrow, there was a "clang" sound, and the silver bag shook.
No one made a sound the entire time, just watching her performance quietly. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that she really had some skills. She shot nine arrows in a row, and although the force was insufficient, she was gradually approaching the target.
When he put down the bow, the fat man, whose father had been covering his mouth with his hands, changed his expression. This is how you shoot slowly to hit the target!
"Mom, you are so amazing, please teach me!"
Wangshu stretched out his arm and said, "Come here and try shooting." Seeing that his arm was bruised when he pulled up his sleeve, he rubbed it for him and said sweetly, "Dabao is very diligent in practicing!"
"Mom, you said at noon that as long as I learn archery, I can shoot a big tiger with an arrow in the future!" The fat man looked up with his nose in the air, and his aim was far-reaching when he took the small bow.
What a big tone! Qin Xiuyuan glanced at his master. Why didn't I hear you say twenty years ago that if you improve your swordsmanship, you can shoot a big tiger on horseback?
Tang Boya felt pained: "...I am incompetent!" This is the first time I've heard Madam say this. That big tiger must be dead.
"Of course!" Wangshu said flatly, watching him strike the correct pose. He bent his knees and squatted to hold his string-pulling hand against his face. "Hold steady. Dabao, aim at the left side of the bag, then point downwards. Yes, remember this position. Pull tight, and release."
The bow was pulled open, and the arrow shot with great force, flying past the upper right corner of the silver bag. "Very good, just a little bit off. Try again. I just aimed at the position I just aimed at. I found that it was not right when I shot it. So this time, move the arrow a little to the left and a little below. Right, very good. Draw the bow, aim, aim, and release!"
They brushed past on the left, getting very close. Wangshu encouraged the young man, "Very good, a little closer, try again. ... A little further to the right than just now, well, good, hold steady, let go!"
……
"Very good, getting closer, come again!"
"Oops, the arrow wasn't stable, otherwise I would have definitely hit it!"
"Good, good, better than before!"
"Dabao is amazing! The silver bag is almost in our hands!"
"Xiaobao is so nice, always helping! When Dabao gets rich, he will definitely share some of the money with his sister!"
Tang Bo and Qin Xiuyuan watched as the other man walked further and further away on the road, his lips weary of words. The little girl who was helping to pick up the arrows was so tired that her thin legs were running slower and slower, and her braid could no longer be swung...
The son could barely lift his arms, but his mother's endless praise and coaxing kept him trying to pull the bow again and again with "just a little bit more"...
for a long time.
"I hit it! I hit it!"
"Good!" Qin Xiuyuan hugged his son who had finally shot the silver bag and gave him a kiss. "Well done!"