The housekeeper was so frightened that he quickly stopped them.
Zhao Wenqi shouted, "Why are you stopping me? It's not like I've never climbed a tree before. I've secretly climbed the trees in my garden many times."
He Youyou didn't understand: "Climbing secretly? Is it really necessary? Just climb openly. Climbing a tree is a form of exercise, consider it a workout."
After saying that, she asked the housekeeper to find several tall and strong guards to stand under the tree to prevent the children from falling and getting hurt.
Zhao Wenqi finally climbed up the tree as he had wished.
This was the first time in his life he had been allowed to climb a tree.
Back when he was in the palace, there were so many things he was forbidden from doing that he couldn't count them all on his fingers.
Qin Ming was also standing guard under the tree.
His eyes were fixed on Zhao Wenqi's every move.
As Zhao Wenqi's feet approached the thinner branches, his muscles immediately tensed, ready to pounce at any moment.
"Hey! Give me a bag, I want to fill it with elm seeds too!"
Zhao Wenqi swaggered up on the tree and shouted to the crowd on the ground.
He was radiant and had an air of dominance over the world.
The housekeeper used a bamboo pole to carry a basket and handed it to him. Zhao Wenqi took it and slung the basket over his arm.
Two children were busy in the tree, while a group of adults on the ground were on tenterhooks.
He Youyou turned her head and saw Zhao Changqing standing by the wall.
She crossed her arms and strolled over slowly.
"Oh, Governor Zhao, you've sobered up?"
Zhao Changqing felt his face burning and forgot to correct her form of address.
He should pretend he doesn't remember what happened last night.
But his hesitation betrayed him.
He Youyou smiled in a half-smile.
"I behaved improperly after drinking last night, please forgive me, Madam." Zhao Changqing's face showed an unnatural expression.
"No problem, no problem."
He Youyou turned around and stood next to him.
Both of them were now facing the elm tree.
The two children in the tree were working intently, occasionally exchanging brief words with each other.
"Han Wenzheng, there's a whole bunch of elm seeds on your left, hurry up and pick them!" Zhao Wenqi, perched on a tree branch, pointed to a branch with elm seeds.
He Youyou looked at the two children and said to Zhao Changqing, "Your nephew is quite good; he works very diligently."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Changqing looked at her with a complicated expression: "You are perhaps... the only one who is willing to praise him."
"Oh?" He Youyou asked, puzzled. "Why? Is there something wrong with this child?"
Zhao Changqing did not answer her question directly.
"You'll understand in time."
The two worked together and were very efficient.
Before long, Zhao Wenqi had picked more than half a basket, and Han Wenzheng had also filled a whole bag.
He Youyou then told them to come down and stop picking the fruit.
We can't eat all the picks we have.
Zhao Wenqi carefully climbed down from the tree, carrying his basket of elm seeds, and ran over to show them off.
"Uncle, look, I picked them!"
His expression was full of pride.
Zhao Changqing patted his head: "Well done. Madam Han just praised you for your hard work."
Zhao Wenqi grinned, his cheekbones jiggling with laughter: "Hehe, that's for sure."
He Youyou instructed, "Children, take these elm seeds to the kitchen and have them clean them tonight. We'll steam them for you tomorrow morning."
"OK."
Zhao Wenqi readily agreed, picked up his basket, and followed Han Wenzheng to the kitchen.
Zhao Changqing clicked his tongue in amazement: "This little guy was a rebellious tyrant in the capital, how come he's been made to behave like a well-behaved cat in your hands?"
He Youyou frowned and waved her hand in front of her: "You still smell of alcohol. Go wash your face and rinse your mouth!"
Zhao Changqing raised his arm and smelled his own scent.
It seems, as if, it appears... there is some.
"……good."
The obedient cat immediately turned around and went back to its room to wash up.
After a day, He Youyou discovered that Zhao Wenqi's energy was a little... excessive.
He seems to be exploring the world in a reckless and domineering way.
After noon, the cook from the backyard came to complain that the young master of the guest family had chased her chickens all over the yard, and they almost flew away over the wall.
He Youyou followed the cook to the backyard and asked, "Have the chickens not been fed today yet?"
The cook replied, "Not yet. The chickens are running all over the yard, how can they settle down to eat in peace?"
He Youyou nodded: "Then go and prepare the chicken feed now."
When I got to the backyard, I saw Zhao Wenqi chasing after the chickens.
He Youyou called out to him loudly, "Wenqi!"
Hearing her call, Zhao Wenqi ran over excitedly, his little face full of excitement: "Mrs. Han, I raced with them, and they couldn't outrun me."
He Youyou remained calm: "A race? Then what's that stick in your hand for?"
Zhao Wenqi quickly hid the stick in his hand behind his back.
He Youyou placed the chicken feed prepared by the cook on the ground: "Those chickens are hungry and can't run. You have to feed them so they have the strength to run."
"Okay, sure," Zhao Wenqi readily agreed.
He Youyou gave the cook a wink, signaling her to teach him how to feed the chickens.
Zhao Wenqi learned very quickly.
Although the movements are still a bit clumsy, you can see the effort put into the details.
A flock of chickens crowded around the feed trough, happily eating their food.
Zhao Wenqi looked at everyone enjoying their meal with a satisfied expression.
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