"Okay!" The little boy was very obedient to the chubby uncle who could take him out to play. He took a bamboo arrow and threw it out.

"Clang—" It landed steadily in the copper pot.

Qin Zhouli was dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed in disbelief for a moment, then casually pointed to a spot, "There! Nian, Nian Nian, go throw a ball there?"

The little boy tilted his head and looked at Qin Zhouli curiously. He then obediently ran over with his short legs, took the bamboo arrow, and threw it. The arrow landed steadily in the copper pot.

"If you can make a shot, you can make a shot. Does that mean you can only make shots from one spot, Brother Zhouli?" The little boy asked Qin Zhouli curiously, tilting his head up.

Qin Zhouli pursed her lips, too embarrassed to answer.

The little boy saw through his answer and said even more strangely, "Isn't that the same as not being able to throw it in? This place is so big, but you can only throw it in through a single circle. Compared to that, it's negligible."

Qin Zhouli glanced at his father, but Duke Zhongwu just watched with a smile, acting as if it was none of his business and he was just watching the show.

Qin Zhouli had no choice but to refute it himself, "But during the competition, you just stand in one place and throw."

"The competition is for fun, but pitching isn't just about the competition," the little boy said in his childish voice.

"What else could it be for?" Pitch-pot is just a fun pastime that involves frivolous pursuits.

Qin Zhouli pursed his lips and didn't say the next sentence.

"Practice your aim, so you can throw stones at bad guys without hurting your friends! My dad says kids should learn not to get in the way." The little dumpling smiled sweetly and said in a soft, sweet voice.

Qin Zhouli was stunned for a moment, looking at the little dumpling in front of him in surprise, then squatted down and asked, "Can Niannian hit the bullseye every time?"

The little dumpling nodded proudly, then shook her head, pouting, "Anything close by is fine! If it's too far, the accuracy drops, but Niannian knows whether she can hit it or not!"

Can a stone be thrown to hit someone?

That's so cool!

Immediately, a group of boys surrounded the little boy, and some even squatted down to try and get closer to him.

So when Qin Zhouxing, the heir of the Duke of Zhongwu, arrived, he saw a field of little radish heads, squatting on the ground as if they were planted in the ground.

Qin Zhouxing was a little confused. He found the biggest, fattest radish, bowed, and asked, "Father, what... what happened?"

Duke Zhongwu smiled without saying a word, his face full of kindness.

Qin Zhouxing was even more confused when he saw his father not saying a word, but just grinning foolishly.

Upon hearing his older brother's voice, Qin Zhouli's eyes lit up, and he jumped up to grab him. "Brother! You've come at the right time! Our next match is archery, come join us!"

Qin Zhouxing was a little taken aback. He looked at his younger brother, then at his father who was still grinning foolishly, and frowned, saying, "You kids are having an archery contest, I won't go and join in the fun."

Zhuo Wenshan quickly chimed in, "Yeah, yeah! We're having an archery competition, why are you having Zhou Xing come?"

Xue Huchang immediately retorted, "If you can bring Niannian here, why can't we bring Zhouxing?"

Qin Zhouxing became increasingly confused as he listened, and looked down to ask his younger brother, "Niannian is... which brother?"

At this moment, Qin Zhouli had no time to reply to him.

Qin Zhouli grabbed him and said, "That's right! If you can pull people, so can we!"

Qin Zhouxing looked around, but apart from the fat Zhongwu Gong, there were no other adults in the courtyard.