The cannon fodder stepmother dressed as the villain Zai Zai

Seeing that Mrs. Xu might have some misunderstanding, Zhao Wuyang also smiled and told her the truth.

"That's right, Mrs. Xu."

"Isn't there now a banquet in the Marquis's residence to congratulate the Marquis on his return?"

"Something happened in the Marquis's residence a few days ago and was delayed. Now the banquet is about to start. This young master also wants to show off at the banquet. He is particularly obsessed with throwing pots these days."

"It's not just about pestering me to teach him some pot-throwing skills. It's also about performing well in front of the Marquis on the day of the dinner and showing off his abilities."

"Hey, young master, you have grown up. But I really don't see that this little guy likes throwing pots."

The news about the dinner held by Lieutenant General Qingdu Marquis has spread throughout the mansion.

Xu Yaqin also heard about it, but she was not interested in these lively scenes.

Seeing that the young master wanted to participate in the pot throwing competition, he immediately became motivated.

It seems that the ancients liked throwing pots.

Xu Yaqin has also seen scenes like this in TV dramas, but she has never experienced it, and she doesn’t know what fun it is.

After hearing this, she said to Zhao Wuyang with great interest:

"Master Zhao, I didn't realize that you are not only a marksman in Yandu City, but you are also proficient in throwing pots."

Zhao Wuyang waved his hand modestly.

"What the hell, what Mrs. Xu said is serious."

"Think about the dignitaries and celebrities in Yandu City. Everyone is more or less skilled in the game of throwing pot. There are also many proficiency in throwing pot and archery."

"I have only participated in a few competitions at other princes' homes before, but unfortunately I came out on top."

"Speaking of it, I'm just lucky and don't have any skills. I just have nothing to do right now. Since the young master wants to learn, I might as well take the time to teach him a trick."

"Then I have to watch and observe."

Xu Yaqin took the young master back to the courtyard.

To put it bluntly, hutou is a throwing game. Throw the sword into the lake. Whoever throws in more will win.

Zhao Wuyang held an arrow in his hand and explained it carefully to the young master next to him.

"Young master, this huttle-throwing game is the same as archery. When you shoot an arrow, you shoot the arrow and hit the bull's-eye."

"This pot throwing is to throw arrows into the pot."

"The most important thing is to master the strength of your arms, have quick eyes and quick hands, and aim to strike. Just like me."

As Zhao Wuyang spoke, he sat up to demonstrate.

The arrow was released with a whooshing sound.

Accurately fell into the pot.

This scene made the young master look in admiration.

I couldn't help but act as an atmosphere group nearby, applauding and applauding.

"Okay, okay! It's awesome, awesome."

"I'll try, I'll try."

The young master was itching to watch and also became playful.

He holds an arrow.

He also learned what Master Zhao did just now.

Stand there respectfully and look at the throwing pot over there.

He was attentive and looked very serious.

Zhao Wuyang knew that it was useless to just talk about everything. The little guy had to learn more and practice more.

Only after a lot of hands-on experience can you gain practical experience.

He stopped wasting his words and stepped aside to give the young master the stage to perform.

"Okay, young master, come and give it a try."

The little guy was tiptoeing. Although he had exerted all his strength, the arrow fell out of his hand with a whoosh.

Still couldn't get into the pot.

Instead, it touched the edge of the pot.

He was shot to the ground and fell steadily.

"It's okay it's okay."

"Young Master, this is just your first time, it doesn't mean anything. Just come a few more times and it will be fine."

"This thing is not the same as archery."

"You can't follow the same old formula. The important thing is to find that feeling... Do you understand the feeling? Young Master."

What Zhao Wuyang said was so confusing that he probably didn't even know what he was talking about.

How can the young master know what it feels like at this age?
He muttered with a puzzled expression, walked to Xu Yaqin, and asked her:
"Yucky, what do you feel like?"

"This, it feels like..."

Xu Yaqin couldn't explain it for a while.

But she watched for a while and finally saw it clearly.This pot throwing game is similar to those hoop games played in amusement parks.

It's just one, using a trap to create something.

One is to shoot the arrow into the pot.

The principles of the two are basically the same.

Xu Yaqin happens to be a master of traps.

With the help of loops, I won many prizes.

Now I feel my hands are itchy when I look at it.

I can’t help but want to get started with it.

I just took this opportunity to show it to the young master in person.

Xu Yaqin's expression changed and she said to the young master:

"Well, feelings are just feelings."

"Young Master, can I demonstrate it for you?"

"well."

The little guy responded enthusiastically to Xu Yaqin's participation.
On weekdays, the young master would play some boring games with Xu Yaqin.

Xu Yaqin just waved her hand and refused.

Now it seems that Mrs. Xu is finally willing to participate in the same game with herself.

Of course the young master was cheering for joy.

Zhao Wuyang on the side took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

Upon hearing that Mrs. Xu was also making noise about this matter, she looked surprised and asked:

"Why, Mrs. Xu can also throw pot?"

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Zhao Wuyang realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Every concubine in the Marquis' Mansion is not the most powerful daughter of Yandu City.

This pot-throwing game is certainly easy to play.

Xu Yaqin didn't take it to heart and just replied modestly:

"Oh, I just watched other people play it on weekdays. Today I just had a whim, so I might as well give it a try."

Xu Yaqin held an arrow.

calmly.

Tossing the pot according to that is like a hoop tossing game.

Mastering the technique, he raised his fingers slightly.

The young master on the side immediately jumped up excitedly.

"I hit it, I hit it! It's awesome, it's awesome."

Xu Yaqin just gave it a try.

But she didn't expect that this pot throwing game was simpler than she imagined.

However, Zhao Wuyang could tell Xu Yaqin's technique at a glance. He was an absolute master and the best among masters!

Thinking of himself teaching the young master how to throw pot in front of Mrs. Xu.

Regardless of the lucidity of what he said, it is really a bit of a trick.

The young master is worried that he has no playmates.

Now seeing that Xu Yaqin was so skilled, she quickly ran over and pulled Xu Yaqin's sleeve.He looked very obedient and asked:

"Together, vote together."

Zhao Wuyang was translating the little guy's words:

"Madam, what this young master means is that he wants to form a team with you to participate in the pot pitching competition at the dinner."

Pot pitching competition?

Xu Yaqin has also heard of the pot throwing competition in Yandu City.

Dinners held by aristocratic families are often indispensable for this kind of entertainment program.

For example, the Hou Mansion is about to hold a dinner pot pitching competition.

It is divided into two forms of competition: single and team.

It seems that this little guy knows that it is impossible to shine in the pot throwing competition with his own strength.

And just relying on this temporary assault training will not produce any results for a while.

Just focus on the team competition.

If she could team up with Xu Yaqin and rely on her pot throwing skills, wouldn't she be a proper No.1?
Xu Yaqin chuckled.

The little guy named Emotion has this wishful thinking.

(End of this chapter)