Zhuangyou slowly followed, and as soon as she caught up, she was met with stern-faced inquiries from Aunt Lin and her group.
Having been forced to get used to it, Zhuangyou smiled helplessly and asked, "How about... I teach you all how to climb trees?"
Aunt Lin and the others glanced at the tree, barely able to catch their breath. They didn't even bother to roll their eyes, and hurried towards the gate. "Hurry, hurry! We can't let the young master get bullied again!"
Meanwhile, the little ones on this side of the wall had already been corrupted by a certain little dumpling. Hearing Aunt Lin's voice approaching, they immediately giggled happily and ran away hand in hand.
The boys' yard is incredibly lively.
"Hey, did you guys come to the wrong place? This isn't a girls' area!"
The three little dumplings had just jumped in and hadn't run two steps before they were surrounded.
However, when these little boys look at the little girls, they don't care about their clothes at all.
"Did you just climb over the wall to get in?"
"You turned it over yourselves!"
"That tree is so tall, how did you manage to climb up?"
...
The little boy looked at the older boy with an admiring expression and asked curiously, "I climbed over myself! How tall is this tree? I've climbed even taller rooftops! Don't you guys usually climb over walls?"
"Huh?" The little girl left them speechless, even the servants standing beside her stared in astonishment at the sudden appearance of this little girl.
Seeing this, the little boy said with great regret, "Oh, you don't climb over walls? Then you always take those winding roads, doesn't that mean it takes you a very long time to find someone?"
"Yes, yes..."
The young men suddenly felt incredibly inadequate.
A chubby little boy said, "But, but we know how to play pitch-pot!"
The little boy said curiously, "What's so difficult about pitch-pot? I can do it too!"
No sooner had the little boy finished speaking than someone shouted from outside the crowd:
"Wenshan! What are you doing over there! It's about to start! If you lose, that tiger-striped gilded longbow is ours! You know you can't win, so you're too scared to compete, aren't you!"
Xue Wenshan shouted angrily, "Who said that!"
However, this confidence is not very strong.
Seeing Xue Wenshan's flushed face, the little boy blinked and asked, "Brother Wenshan, are you short of people? Niannian can play pitch-pot, and her aim is pretty good!"
Upon hearing this, Xue Wenshan's eyes lit up, but then dimmed with disappointment. He asked her nervously, "But...but we also have reciting texts and archery. Do you know how to do that, Nian Nian?"
“Niannian knows how to shoot arrows, but she doesn’t know how to memorize texts. She hasn’t learned much,” the little dumpling said after thinking seriously for a moment.
Upon hearing this, Xue Wenshan happily said, "It's alright, it's alright! Memorizing can get you ahead of others, Nian Nian, come quickly!"
With that, Xue Wenshan grabbed the little boy's hand and ran inside, shouting as he ran, "Coming! Coming! Who's afraid of you! Even if you don't come, we can still beat you!"
"Tch—!" The other party gave an exaggerated show of force.
"Zhou Li, that's rude!"
The next moment, the little boy heard a familiar voice.
Xue Wenshan had already pulled the little boy over to them. The little boy looked up and saw the chubby Uncle Zhongwu, who patted Qin Zhouli's head half seriously and half jokingly.
The next moment, when Duke Zhongwu saw the little baby being pulled over, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Hello, Uncle!" the little boy greeted him sweetly in his childish voice.
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