The next morning, it was rare to see anyone from the Zhou family going out for a run. They all gathered in the yard to watch.

"Stand firm and lean forward a little. Yes, very good."

Zhang Guoqing stood aside, observing the Ping An posture movements. "Now inhale and tighten your abdomen. Then exhale slowly. When you draw the bow and release the arrow, exhale slowly and in one breath."

Ping An followed his instructions and slowly exhaled...

"Now try playing the string. When you release the string, relax your fingers naturally, and don't pull back hard. Remember to only use the strength of your two hands when playing the string, and relax your whole body...

Okay, take another breath and see."

Zhang Guoqing looked at his son standing calmly with satisfaction. "You shoot the arrow first. Don't be in a hurry. Fix your posture first and practice your technique."

"I understand."

As Ping An shot an arrow, the whole family watched intently.

With a "click", the arrow hit the target. The aim was not accurate, but it still went in firmly.

"Very good. Just like your flying stone practice... practice makes perfect. Don't worry about your aim for now. First, figure out how to use the power of your hands while relaxing all the muscles in your body."

After Zhang Guoqing finished speaking, he saw that he had already mastered the moves without any instruction, and he knew that this child had a better talent than himself. He thought back to when his grandfather was teaching him, and he had missed the target.

"No problem. Just practice like this. Once you have good aim, Dad will take you hunting. Remember to rest when you are tired."

Ping An didn't bother to answer, but nodded. His face tensed as he drew his bow. With the experience of practicing with the little stone, he now kept his eyes fixed on the target.

He glanced ahead with satisfaction, suppressing his pride, but his eyes still curved into crescents of joy. Ping An secretly told himself not to get too proud. Compared to others exerting all their strength, his little hand pulled effortlessly.

Zhou Xiaozheng watched from the side, nodded secretly, and said to his son-in-law beside him: "First practice with the small bow for a few years to hone your mind, and don't agree to let him change to a large bow."

"Okay. Dad, do you think the kid should practice his lower body first?"

Zhou Xiaozheng shook his head. "Let's wait until the second half of the year and proceed slowly according to plan. The child is still young, and learning too much will tire him out." Ultimately, he still felt that given the child's intelligence, the focus should be on scheming, strategy, and tactics. With such supernatural powers, a few deadly moves would be enough.

Zhou Jiao looked up at the sky and went to stop her son. "Haste makes waste. You've been practicing for an hour. You should rest and continue practicing tomorrow morning."

"Come on, have dinner with grandpa." Zhou Xiaozheng waved at him.

"Grandpa, wait for me. I'll put my things away first," Ping'an called out hurriedly, his hands still packed. His mother said he wasn't Grandpa, and he didn't have a secretary. Without a secretary, he had to do his own thing.

Looking forward to peace...

Before returning to Beijing, he finally waited for his parents to take him out for an outing. This time, he specifically asked to bring his own small bow, intending to test out the results of his practice.

Having promised the child, Zhang Guoqing would never break his promise. For this trip, he finally contacted Mu and planned to stay at his home for a few days.

Before setting off, no matter how careful the couple's actions were, Yi Jiefang, who followed them every day, still found out. When they got on the bus, Yi Jiefang and Wan Dayong were still there.

After many twists and turns, the four people and a baby finally got on the carriage that classmate Mu had brought.

"We'll have to trouble you again if we go over there."

Student Mu smiled, revealing his white teeth. "We're all classmates, why are you so polite? I've relied heavily on your care."

Yi Jiefang rolled his eyes and stretched out his legs. "Old Mu, will there be enough room for two of us? We'll have to stay a few more days."

"Haha... When I heard my nephew was coming over this time, I made all the careful preparations. He'll stay for a while before leaving. It would be best if we could go back to school together."

Ping An kept looking around with his eyes wide open, saying thank you uncle, but he couldn't bear to look away. What a fast horse... So many sheep...

"Mom, I have this robe too." Looking at the child not far ahead, Ping An quickly pulled Zhou Jiao.

Zhou Jiao understood his subconscious meaning, "Okay, I'll change it for you when we get there."

Compared with the children, Zhou Jiao returned to the old place again. Comparing it with her past memories, it seemed that there were many more yurts not far from Mu Tong’s hometown village.

Student Mu followed Zhou Jiao's gaze and smiled, saying, "These are all disaster victims who couldn't stay in their hometowns. Each family brought four or five children with them. Seeing they couldn't leave, the clan leader allowed them to stay. Now our clan members provide them with food and shelter."

Zhou Jiao was filled with respect after hearing this. That was about ten yurts, and for a family of seven, fifteen tents meant feeding a hundred mouths.

“Will that be a heavy burden?”

Student Mu shook his head and smiled, "At the beginning, every family had to squeeze out some coarse grains, but now they can speak our local dialect and keep up with our lifestyle. Especially their children are very capable, they can even dig up a lot of wild vegetables every day, so they will have no problem making ends meet for a while."

Yi Jiefang traveled extensively this summer, meeting many disaster victims. He sighed, "Your place is truly the best, with good weather and freedom."

Zhang Guoqing patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Then stay a few more days."

It was this place that had kept Zhang Guoqing from returning home. Otherwise, it would have been much more convenient to practice hunting back home. This time, he brought his wife and son here mainly to relax.

The five people were once again warmly welcomed by Mu's family.

In order not to burden them, Zhou Jiao prepared a lot of gifts this time. Especially when she saw Yi Jiefang and the others coming over, she added a lot of white flour and cornmeal.

Food coupons may not be enough to buy food in this place, and rice is not welcomed by them. Zhou Jiao also put a lot of thought into the gift.

Seeing that they didn't refuse, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She hated the polite socializing that was pushed back and forth.

In the next few days, except for the occasional companionship of classmate Mu, everyone declined the Mu family's kindness in leading the way.

Some of these places are no longer unfamiliar to me, especially since Zhang Guoqing has been there twice.

On several occasions, while classmate Mu took Yi Jiefang and Wan Dayong away for horseback riding, Zhang Guoqing took his wife and son to go hunting.

Ping'an's small bow still couldn't hit the target. Besides the fact that the wild animals on the grassland were becoming less and less, he couldn't match the speed of the prey.

Fortunately, he also had the skill of throwing pebbles, so he was able to catch something.

After all the setbacks, the little guy became more and more courageous. With a stern face, he swore to his parents that one day he would be able to catch a big prey.

Zhou Jiao had long coveted the medicinal herbs on the grasslands. This time, besides digging them herself, she could finally buy them in a nearby town. She was most pleased to find supplies that didn't require a ticket, as everything now required one.

The original plan was to stay for a week, but none of the five of us wanted to leave. After running to the post office to send a telegram to our families to tell them we were postponing our return, we had a blast running around the mountains and fields.

On the day he returned to Beijing, Ping'an hugged the Mu family's big yellow dog with tears in his eyes, took the small bow given to him by Grandpa Mu, and left the village he loved, looking back every few steps.