Chapter 194 Who taught me this skill?

"Oh? Qiu'er is really that powerful?" Marquis Wu'an raised his eyebrows. He didn't quite believe it.

Yu Qiuer is two years younger than Wang Xueer.

Seeing that he didn't believe her, Yu Qiuer didn't explain. Her father and mother said that as her uncle's family, they must not embarrass her uncle. Plus, she didn't want to lose to Wang Xueer. She and her sister had worked hard in every subject and had never fallen behind in their studies in the Wu'an Army.

Although Wang Xueer didn't fall behind in her studies.

Marquis Wu'an glanced at the girl who was changing his dressing methodically, but she didn't make any excuses or show him a few tricks immediately. How could she be so calm?
"Qiu'er, who taught you these skills?" he continued to ask.

He heard from Deputy General Qin that Wang Xueer's kung fu was taught by Pan Yingying and Yu Chaosheng, but he didn't quite believe it.

It can be seen that Chaosheng knows kung fu, but Yingying looks so fragile?

Cheng Hai even boasted to him that Yingying had inherited his legacy and was even better than him.

Why does it sound so suspenseful?
Yu Qiuer poured the powder on the wound meticulously, and after hearing the words, she named a series of dishes like "Aunt, Uncle, Master Liu, Little Master Liu, Master Chenghai, Uncle Chen, Grandpa Xu..."

Wu Anhou felt dizzy after hearing this, but he did not interrupt. He waited until Qiu Er finished speaking before asking, "Who taught you kung fu?"

Yu Qiuer thought for a moment, "The one who taught Kung Fu was Master Cheng Hai..."

Marquis Wu'an said "Oh" and he knew it.

He picked up the medicine soup next to him and took a big gulp.

Yu Qiuer: "But it was my aunt and uncle who taught me how to kill people."

Wu Anhou: “Puff…”

Yu Qiuer: ???

Marquis Wu'an: ...

He coughed a few times, grabbed a handkerchief beside him and wiped his mouth casually, pretending that nothing had happened, "There's no difference between kung fu and killing, right?"

Yu Qiuer's mouth twitched, and she pretended not to see anything, and answered seriously, "Killing people is different from kung fu. Kung fu is just practicing moves."

The silver scissors in her hand turned around a few times casually, making Wu Anhou dazzled.

"But killing people is different. You have to know where each person's most vulnerable spot is."

Yu Qiuer frowned, "For example, the carotid artery... As long as you find the right position..." Her hand trembled, and the scissors immediately changed direction, stabbing down fiercely, "... Stab it hard, even if the Golden Immortal came, he couldn't save it, so he'll just have to wait for the feast."

Marquis Wu'an: ...

He suddenly became curious about why Pan Yingying and Yu Chaosheng taught these kids to kill, so he just asked directly.

Yu Qiuer was surprised, "Grandpa Hou, you don't think it's easy to escape, do you?"

Marquis Wu'an: ...

I didn't find it easy, but fleeing didn't seem to have much to do with teaching children to kill. Are adults just there to eat and do nothing?

"All of us have to learn how to kill on the way." Yu Qiu'er's face was full of seriousness. "My aunt and uncle said that we don't have to kill, but we have to know how to kill. Otherwise, how can we protect ourselves when we encounter bad guys?"

Her eyes lit up as she spoke, "But all of us have killed bandits who stole our food. I even saved up money to buy a pig and participated in a pig-killing competition, but unfortunately I only came in second place."

She put the gleaming silver scissors back into the medicine box. "Now I am very good at slaughtering pigs. I slaughter all the pigs in my family. I will definitely win first place in the next competition!"

Marquis Wu'an: ...

There are so many things I want to say that I don’t even know where to start.

"Not bad, very good. Do you have a competition when killing pigs?" Wu Anhou laughed dryly and drank the remaining half bowl of medicine.

Yu Qiuer nodded, "Yes, the first prize is ten taels of silver, and Grandpa Hou can also participate."

Wu Anhou wanted to say something about how an old man like him could participate, but when he heard that the prize money was ten taels of silver, he swallowed his words and changed his words, "Is there an age limit for this pig-killing competition?" Yu Qiuer shook her head, "No, as long as you can hold a knife, you can."

Marquis Wu'an's eyes gradually...brightened.

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When Yu Qiuer came out of the big tent, there was a small bag of maltose in her bag.

When we returned to the medical team's tent, Yu Chun'er and Wang Xue'er had already started studying with their books.

Yu Qiuer took a deep breath. She shouldn’t have talked with Grandpa Hou for so long. She even fell behind in progress.

Putting down the medicine box, she hurried to her bed and took out the half-memorized acupuncture point map from under her pillow.

The young aunt said that they would take a separate exam when they returned, and she must not lose to her two sisters!
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Little Wang was sitting under the lamp sewing clothes, while Yu Laoer was beside her, warming his feet while looking at the account books, and he was so sleepy that he kept dozing off.

Seeing that he was about to fall asleep, Xiao Wang would prick the second brother's leg with the needle in her hand.

"Wang Daya! I'm almost dying, and you're still stabbing me with a needle!" Yu Laoer wanted to cry but had no tears. He was really tired! Why were there so many things going on every day?

Little Wang raised her eyes and glared at him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Yu Laoer was startled and quickly put the account book aside. He was in a hurry to wipe her tears, but he burned his feet. He grabbed the footcloth and wiped his feet roughly. He raised his hand to touch Xiao Wang's face, but Xiao Wang was so frightened that she slapped him on the hand.

"You just wiped your feet and you come to touch my face?" Xiao Wang's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

Yu Lao Er quickly retracted his hand and smiled awkwardly, "No, no, how could I dare to do that."

Little Wang rolled her eyes, took out a handkerchief and wiped her face, then sighed deeply, "I don't know how Chun'er and Qiu'er are doing."

Speaking of this, Yu Laoer also sighed.

He had not agreed to let the two girls go there at first, but he couldn't persuade them.

The two sisters said that "only practice can lead to progress", so he didn't say much.

He understood what his brother and sister-in-law wanted to do, so his family must not hold them back.

That's why he agreed to let his two daughters go to Wu'an Army.

Xiao Wang also understood. She knew that the path her two daughters would take would be different from that of ordinary girls. Perhaps it should be said that every girl from Taoyuan City would take a different path from ordinary girls.

She had also worried about her two daughters' future marriages, but her father had specifically told her not to rush into their marriages, but to establish a career first and then think about starting a family.

"They will definitely be fine. Chun'er is steady and Qiu'er is smart." Yu Laoer whispered, not sure whether he was speaking to Xiao Wang or to himself.

Little Wang said nothing and continued to sew the patch on her jacket with her head down.

In fact, it would be faster to use the sewing machine at home, she just wanted to find something to distract herself.

"Daya, can I stop wearing patched clothes?" Yu Laoer asked suddenly.

Xiao Wang gave him a cold look.

Yu Laoer shrank his neck.

The 120,000 prisoners were divided into several districts, and the Western District received 10,000. He was busy dealing with miscellaneous matters in the Western District during this period, and he didn't even notice that his cotton jacket had many holes worn out.

(End of this chapter)