PFC Chapter 68 still has its uses.
Chapter 68 still has its uses.
Wen Chengjian was enjoying his fruit and was swallowing it when he heard Wen Qilin's instructions and almost choked.
In the darkness, he glared at Wenwen, that unlucky sister. Why did she have to bring up adding something extra? They had finally managed to change the subject, and now they were back to it and had to keep talking.
"Hey brat, who are you glaring at? Don't think I can't see you, you're asking for a beating."
With her father's protection, Wenwen arrogantly made faces at Wen Chengjian, causing Wen Qilin beside her to switch back and forth between the two states of a strict father and a loving father.
Wen Chengjian swallowed the peach in his mouth. "That's right, that's tying them up and hanging them under the tree, then waiting for the animals to come."
Wenwen exposed their sarcasm, saying, "They were standing under the tree fanning the flames."
"Fanning?"
"Take what?"
"Third brother, who came up with this idea?"
Wen Qikang had long anticipated being called out. "Father, it was me. I thought of it, hehe."
"You third brother, you're always up to some crooked tricks and corrupting the kids, and you still think you're right?"
"Father, you don't know this, but the final result was amazing."
Wen Chengbin couldn't hold back any longer, "Grandfather, Third Uncle's idea is brilliant! The leaves on those big leaves are really well chosen. When you fan them, whoosh, the fragrance of the grass wafts through the air, and so many animals rush to come, oh my, let me tell you..."
Wen Chengbin's mouth opened and closed, babbling away, spitting as he spoke, his expressions incredibly rich. Sometimes he shouted, sometimes he imitated in a low voice, like a storyteller, perfectly capturing the audience's emotions.
While Wen Chengbin took a breather, Wen Chengjian approached Wen Qilin and Wen Qiyuan, his tone mysterious, "Father, Second Uncle, we've harvested over a dozen horses. They're alive and look pretty good..."
Wen Chengjian's words successfully shocked the people nearby.
"A dozen or so horses? And they're alive?"
"Wow, what luck!"
"Where are they hidden?" Wen Qilin couldn't believe it; this news was far beyond his comprehension.
Wen Qiyuan waited for his answer with curiosity and excitement.
Wenwen leaned over, as if to take credit, "Daddy, Second Uncle, don't worry, I've hidden it well. When we have the chance, we can take it out and squeeze in enough for our family to sit down."
"hiss."
The breath was so strong that everyone gasped, and the old man almost choked.
"Wen'er, aren't we being too flamboyant? Grandfather seems about to burst out laughing. What should we do?"
Wenwen couldn't help but laugh first, "Haha, Grandfather, take it easy, enjoy yourselves."
"Hehehe..."
Wen Qilin was speechless. "Dad, how could you do this? Aren't you spoiling the children? If they keep acting like this, what will become of them in the future?"
"Ahem, Dalang, Wen'er, your father is right. You should all listen to him."
Wen Yuanqian then pointed at each of the group of people who had been huddled together and gave them a warning.
Wen Qilin looked at the brother and sister and had a terrible headache. The eldest brother, who seemed honest and obedient, had been out looking for food for only a few days, but he was like a completely different person.
He looked again at the thin girl beside him. Gone was the dazed look he'd had before the battle; now she was a mischievous little devil, her eyelashes fluttering, her eyes darting around, always with a plan in mind—just like a three- or four-year-old. The child had suffered terribly, but thankfully, heaven had mercy, and she had finally recovered.
That's enough, it's better for us to stay together than to fall apart.
Wen Qilin shook off the random thoughts in his head, thought for a moment, and then asked cautiously, "How did you tame them? And... how did you take them in?"
Wenwen succinctly stated, "At first, we hid in the shadows, and a few foals came by the scent. I took them in, but I didn't tame them."
"Nonsense, wouldn't an untamed animal easily get hurt?"
"Wen'er, are you hurt? Tell your father honestly."
“Father, I wasn’t hurt. My eldest and second eldest brothers carried me around after that.”
"Run? How can you run? You even took this opportunity to practice your skills?"
Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin are very qualified to speak on this matter.
“Father, my second brother and I each grabbed one of my sister’s hands. Following her instructions, we quickly approached and retreated. We finished them off in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.”
“Uncle, let me tell you, we quickly approached the horses, and my sister waved her hand and said ‘Go!’ In the blink of an eye, she had collected several horses. Then we grabbed her arm and moved to another spot, and she waved her hand again and said ‘Go!’ She collected several more horses. Then, my older brother and I ran around the herd of horses for a long time, and finally we managed to collect them all.”
Wen Chengbin was still not finished speaking. He raised his hand, waved it, and shouted, "'Let's go!' Wow, that move was so cool. You guys don't know it. I have to remember it."
Wenwen has three lines on her forehead.
Actually, she didn't need to say "Go!" at all; she said it to prepare them for the future.
Ignoring Wen Chengbin's excitement, Wen Qilin continued to ask, "So you're just going to keep 'walking' like this? Haven't you thought of any way to tame him?"
"Of course, Father. I left two horses for my brothers, one white and one black."
Wen Qiyuan muttered, "Hmm, these two colors are indeed their preferences."
"Hmm." Wenwen seemed to have overheard an incredible secret.
She stole a couple of glances at them.
Wen Qilin didn't care about all this nonsense. "How did you two tame them?"
“Father, I used the method you taught me back then. That horse was very wild, and it was like this…”
As always, Wen Chengjian was concise and to the point, finishing his sentence in just a few words.
Wen Chengbin scratched his head. "Uncle, I'm not bad either. I use the same tricks you taught me, but it just takes me a little longer than my older brother."
Wen Qiyuan consistently suppressed him, saying, "All you do is fool around; you should be studying hard, but you're just wasting your time."
Wen Chengbin didn't take it seriously and pretended not to hear his father's dissatisfaction. "Uncle, I feel that running around with my sister today has improved my 'Shedding Shell Skill' a lot. It seems to have helped a lot with the kung fu you taught me in the past."
Wen Qilin became interested. "Oh, what do you mean?"
"It's about quickly approaching and quickly retreating. Between each strike and withdrawal, the footwork changes more freely. Some of these footwork techniques can be used in previous martial arts, but I can't explain them in detail."
"It's okay, having your own experience is a form of progress."
"Wen'er, what are your thoughts and feelings?"
Wenwen: ......
Uh, it's not comfortable to have your arm grabbed. It would be better to have a chair to sit on. Can you tell me about that?
"I'm not bad at running, it's just... it's just..."
"Just what?"
"Well, it's nothing. Father, you should ask Third Uncle and Fourth Brother."
Wen Qilin didn't press her further and picked up the conversation, asking, "Third Brother, Fourth Brother, what about you?"
Wen Qikang clicked his tongue, "Big brother, we sat in the tree and watched them. Actually, we practiced for a while at first, but then they insisted that we not come down to watch up close. So we stayed in the tree the whole time. The practice time was too short, so we didn't get much experience. We did have some thoughts, but not many. Ah, it's not worth mentioning."
Wen Chengfeng now sided with his father, saying, "Uncle, we also want to participate in actual combat, but unfortunately, we are not skilled enough."
Ah.
Wenwen sensed her third uncle's resentment and accusation. She suppressed a laugh and silently watched her third uncle and fourth brother's performance.