Yo, grandpa is here

"Rush in the era of cold weapons is somewhat dull."

Qingqing used the branches to draw and draw on the ground, making complaints with a small mouth.

"If you give me some magnesium powder and aluminum powder, let me make a flare. When people from Lijia Village touch it, light up the flare and shake it so they can't see it. When I go up, it will be a left jab, bang! A right whip leg~"

I was happy to draw, and even hummed.

Buli, who was steaming steamed buns, gave her a funny look.

"I'll find you some sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal. You can make landmines directly. What kind of flares can you use to jump directly from the era of cold weapons to the era of hot weapons."

Qingqing waved her hand.

"No, it's enough to beat and break the bones. Why are you so cruel to blow up people? Besides, we can't change the course of history blindly, and we can't do any of those things that are beyond the times."

After finishing the last stroke, I put my hands on my hips with satisfaction.

Sure enough, she still does her job smoothly.

Yu Fa led the two brothers over.

"It's just in time, your grandpa's steamed buns are also steamed, and each person takes one."

Chen Qingqing greeted warmly while biting the steamed buns just out of the pan.

The little brothers didn't have her good appetite, and each of them had a tight face, instinctively nervous before the battle.

"Grandma Zu, will you really fight with weapons at night?" Yu Cun asked.

It's still early, and the brothers are already gearing up, fidgeting, thinking about fighting in the evening, and feel like grass growing in their hearts, frizzy, can't get up to do anything, and all they think about is fighting.

"Fight, you must fight—the steamed buns are really delicious, and they will be cold if you don't eat them." Qingqing's relaxed tone made the brothers very entertaining, and no one dared to take the steamed buns.

Qingqing walked to the pot and grabbed some steamed buns.

"Ah! What is this?!" Yu Da exclaimed, pointing to the painting on the ground.

People who are familiar with the topography of this village will be surprised when they see it.

What Qingqing drew was a topographic map outside the village, where there were trees and where there were depressions, everything was clearly drawn.

"1, 2, 3—Oh my God, the grandma of the family drew the trees so accurately, there are 3 big willow trees in this place!" Yu Da was amazed at this miniature map.

Even though the people in this village were born here, if they tell them how many trees are outside the village, how far apart they are, and where the depressions are, no one may be able to tell clearly.

Yu Da is born with a photographic memory, so he knows best how powerful this map Qingqing drew on the ground is.

"Rare is more strange." Buli said, his wife was born in civil engineering, and drawing is a basic skill.

She draws casually in a hurry.

If you give her some time, Buli has no doubt that this woman can make a sand table. Not only can she understand the topographic map of the village, but she can also draw the surrounding villages clearly.

"Small meaning, whoever wants to learn from me in the future, come, one steamed bun per person." Qingqing gave them steamed buns.

"Grandma Zu! I'm back!" Er Mao ran over carrying a half-meter-long drum, followed by panting Shake.

Like thieves, the two children cringed and looked around.

"Brother Ermao, isn't this drum—?!" Dafa gasped when he saw the drum.

Er Mao nodded with a crying face, yes, it was stolen from the ancestral hall, otherwise how could he be so nervous like a thief.

"Gu Fangna, you two wash your hands, let's talk while eating steamed buns."

Qingqing finished eating the steamed buns in two mouthfuls, picked up the drumsticks, and was about to hit them.

"Wait a minute!" Xianhui Buli ran over and wiped the drum with a rag to make sure it wouldn't raise dust and choke her.

Qingqing tapped a few times, um, yes, it works.

"If my grandpa finds out that I stole the drum from the ancestral hall, he will definitely kick me. Grandma, you have to protect me when the time comes."

Ermao gnawed on steamed buns, carrying such a heavy drum and running around his grandfather, which took a lot of energy.

In the early years, the Yu clan was not in decline, and the ancestral drum was always played for important events in the family. According to the rules, the ancestral drum cannot be moved, which symbolizes the inheritance of the family spirit.

"If the sky falls, the tall grandfather of your clan will support you. Don't be afraid." Qingqing touched the drum in satisfaction.

The drum is not painted, and the wood texture is very textured. The cowhide on it has been mottled, and it looks like it has aged.

"Tight skinned, densely nailed, the same sound in sunny and rainy days, it is a good drum."

"My grandpa is coming!" Er Mao's eyes were sharp, watching Man Shan walking this way, he was so frightened that he hurriedly dragged the little brother to block the drum, so that his grandpa could not see it.

"I've tried the bass, and then I'll try the treble—buli, I can't hide my true strength now." Qingqing adjusted her drumstick grip, looking professional.

"Oh?" Buli raised his eyebrows.

"When my mother danced in the square, I learned a hand from the drum team next to me. People from the rivers and lakes gave me the nickname, Square Drum King Chen."

After Drum King Chen finished speaking, his hands fell rhythmically one after another.

dong~dong~
The whole mountain stopped, he seemed to hear the drums of the ancestral hall? !
"Manshan~big grandson~here~" Drum King Chen happily waved his drumsticks.

"Ah, my grandpa will kill me, he will!" Ermao wailed, the family grandma was naughty!

"You know a melody?" Buli took the drumstick from her hand, and struck again.

He is tall, and a few children can't stop him at all.

Manshan can see clearly, the grandfather of the clan is beating the drums in the ancestral hall!
A line of characters popped up in my mind: It's over, it's all over, the feng shui of the ancestral hall is passive, and the whole village is going to be over. My eyes are dark.

Qingqing couldn't help but beat the drums like this, and whistled.

"Yes, going to the square can fascinate a group of old ladies."

"Acceptance, and, why should I go to the square?" Anyone who wants to fascinate the old lady is enough to fascinate the drum king Chen.

Buli puts away the drumsticks, and hides merit and fame deeply.

When he was in elementary school, he was in the drum team, and he must be more professional than her square drum team.

"Ermao, come down for me!" Man Shan rushed into the yard, looking at the guilty Ermao, he guessed that he was behind the scenes.

Ermao swished twice to the roof, standing on it unable to survive.

"You promise not to hit me, so I will go down!"

Man Shan was so angry that he took off his black cloth shoes and was about to smash them, Bu Li hugged Qing Qing and hurriedly took a step back and gave orders coldly.

"Put it on!"

The bottom of the white socks has turned into a black pot, don't smoke Qingqing.

"Grandma Zu, what are you doing with the drum? Put it back quickly, or there will be disaster if you don't let it go." Man Shan begged.

"If you move this drum, there will be disasters, but it is not a disaster for our village. Everyone is here, and I will tell you about the strategic plan for the night."

"What cloth mouse are you fighting?" Er Mao and the others couldn't understand.

"Strategic deployment, to put it simply, is the kind of fight that my grandfather and I taught you how to fight. Do you want to learn?"

"Fight? But the people from Haojia Village haven't come yet, so you don't have to wait for them to come together—" Qingqing interrupted Man Shan before he finished speaking.

"Let them come, not let them take the lead. The lessons of history have told us countless times that if we expect to use external force to solve our own problems, we will definitely be backlashed."

"Ah? Then you ask Haojiacun to come over—"

"Set the rules and tell them who is the boss in this area." Bu Li Pai Qingqing, well, it's his wife.