There are two pony foals in the family. The image of Qiaojie, Doudou, Yujieer, siblings, and the three of them, in the eyes of the children in the village, instantly grows taller.
No matter when the three brothers and sisters lead the two foals, Black Wind and Red Date, to graze or graze, there will always be a large group of little followers following behind, rushing to pull weeds, pick wild vegetables, and feed the little ones. foal.
The lives of the children, because of the arrival of the two little ponies, have a different color.
Whenever Qiao Jie, under the protection of Su Hu, steps on the docile little red horse to practice horseback riding, she will win the unsparing and cheerful applause from the children.
The children of the Orion family have been exposed to bows and arrows, hunting knives, and hunting guns since they were young, and they are uniquely blessed to learn how to shoot and hunt.
Qiao Jie wanted to be admitted to the Royal Academy with all her heart, and with a set goal, she practiced riding and archery even more diligently.
The delicate palm was bleeding from the broken skin that was strangled by the bow string, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted, refusing to rest for half a day.
In the name of looking for bamboo and making a bamboo flute, Su Qingluo went to the mountains to play, picked fresh herbs from the mountains, mashed them with a medicine pot, squeezed out the juice, and made an ointment for stopping bleeding and removing blood stasis.
Send it to my sister's room every night, apply it on her before going to bed, wrap it in gauze, and stop the bleeding and scarring overnight, without affecting the next day's practice.
Doudou saw his sister's diligence in training, which also aroused the boy's competitive spirit. He volunteered to take care of the little black horse, feed it, brush the horse's hair, and never pretended to others.
The nine-year-old boy, secretly holding a beautiful little longing, hopes to establish a friendly relationship with the little black horse as soon as possible, and realize his good wish of galloping on it.
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In the name of making bamboo flutes, Su Qingluo went to the mountains to play, and picked a lot of old bamboos with fine bamboo patterns and strong bamboo quality. When he made bamboo flutes for Qiaojie, he had a flash of inspiration and came up with a good idea to help his parents make money. idea.
She was proficient in rhythm in her previous life, and the bamboo flute she made by herself has a clear and round sound, which can be called a top-grade masterpiece.
She gave the finished bamboo flute to her sister, and played a melodious tune in front of her parents, which fascinated the whole family.
Taking advantage of the time when her parents were immersed in the melody and reminiscing about it, she struck while the iron was hot, poised her face in a very serious manner, and told out her big money-making plan in detail, which made Su Hu and his wife very moved.
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In the early morning of the next day, Su Hu packed up his luggage, carrying a basket and a machete, and accompanied his little daughter into the mountains to find suitable bamboo.
The father and daughter came to a lush bamboo forest with the morning dew.
Su Qingluo walked in the bamboo forest with a small basket on her back and walked on short legs, carefully looking for suitable emerald bamboos.
While searching, he pointed to the bamboo beside him, and explained to Su Hu how to distinguish old bamboo from new bamboo, whether the bamboo texture is fine and dense, whether the bamboo is solid, whether the bamboo tube is straight and round, and whether the thickness of the tube wall is uniform.
Su Hu listened very carefully, and the more he listened, the more interested he became. Looking at the dark green and straight bamboos, his thick eyebrows and big eyes lit up.
It was as if he saw bamboo flutes with excellent timbre placed side by side in front of the musicians, which attracted them to rush to buy them and were full of praise.
"Father, do you understand?"
Su Qingluo's cute little **** rang in his ears, pulling back his wandering thoughts.
"I understand, Dad has it in mind."
Su Hu nodded vigorously, pointing to his heart to assure.
"Okay, Dad, let's look separately."
Su Qingluo smiled sweetly, and told softly: "When you meet a suitable bamboo, don't rush to cut it, call me over, and carefully distinguish it before cutting it, so as not to cut it wrong and waste resources."