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Lin Xiao glanced at the three of them and said with a serious expression: "The first rule of the house is to be obedient."

Su Xinyue nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, Uncle Lin, we will definitely listen to you."

She quietly tugged on Guan Feiyan's sleeve.

Shangguan Feiyan pursed her lips and said in a cold voice: "Old man Lin, as long as you are willing to get medicine for my sister Qingxue, don't be obedient and let me carry your shit and urinate for you."

"Feiyan!" Su Xinyue said anxiously.

Lin Xiao smiled: "Okay, this is what you said."

"I said, what's wrong?" Shangguan Feiyan raised her chin.

"Uncle Lin, don't mind, Feiyan is young." Su Xinyue was busy trying to smooth things over.

"It doesn't matter," Lin Xiao waved his hand, "I just like your aggressiveness."

Then, Lin Xiao continued: "Second, the division of labor at home, Xinyue is responsible for cooking and sewing; Feiyan is young and more diligent with hands and feet, cleaning the yard, chopping firewood and carrying water; Qingxue is weak, so she does light work, but she needs to walk around the yard every day and cannot lie down all day."

"Third," he paused, "don't trust anyone outside in the future. If I find someone with double-minded intentions, I will immediately kick her out of the house."

Shangguan Feiyan looked at him blankly for a long time, then asked in a low voice: "That's it...that's all?"

"Otherwise?" Lin Xiao glanced at her, "What do you think I want you to do?"

Feiyan's face turned red and she lowered her head and did not dare to speak.

"Okay, let's put your things away first. Xinyue, come with me and see where the rice and noodles are. From now on, you will be in charge of cooking."

"Yes." Su Xinyue hurriedly followed.

After explaining the family rules, Lin Xiao prepared to go hunting in the mountains.

Leng Qingxue suddenly said: "Uncle Lin, I will come with you."

Lin Xiao glanced at her: "It's cold in the mountains, are you sure you can handle it?"

"Yes." Leng Qingxue said firmly.

Lin Xiao didn't persuade him any more.

The cotton coat is old, but thick and clean.

Leng Qingxue was stunned and whispered: "Thank you, Uncle Lin."

"Be careful in everything." Su Xinyue escorted them to the entrance of the hospital and whispered.

Lin Xiao nodded and took Leng Qingxue to the mountains.

Lin Xiao walked in front, and Leng Qingxue followed behind, with a few steps between them.

The mountain road was difficult to walk, and Leng Qingxue was weak and walked slowly. She covered her mouth and coughed lightly from time to time. Lin Xiao slowed down and waited for her to catch up.

"How did you develop your lung disease?" Lin Xiao asked.

Leng Qingxue was silent for a moment and said: "Three years ago, while scouting in the north, I was ambushed. I was stabbed in the chest and fell into the glacier. After I was rescued, I fell into this disease."

"Since you have been in the army, how are your archery skills?"

"Within thirty steps, the arrows will be flawless." Leng Qingxue said with a little arrogance in her voice, "Fifty steps, seven or eight out of ten."

"What now?"

Leng Qingxue was silent.

"Can you draw the bow?"

"...barely."

Lin Xiao stopped and turned to look at her.

The woman was pale and thin, but her back was straight and her eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Do you want to lift the bow again?"

Leng Qingxue looked at him and nodded slowly.

"Okay." Lin Xiao took his bow from his back and handed it to her, "Try it."

This is an old bow with a hardwood body and beef tendon strings, and it's been well maintained.

Leng Qingxue took it and held it heavily.

She took a deep breath, nocked her arrow, and fired her bow.

The arms are shaking.

When the bow was only halfway drawn, her face turned pale, her chest heaved violently, and she started coughing.

Lin Xiao stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold her bow hand: "The waist is heavy, the shoulders are loose, but the strength rises from the ground."

His palms were warm and calloused.

Leng Qingxue stiffened, but did not move away.

"Breathe, accumulate strength when you inhale, and release the arrow when you exhale." Lin Xiao taught patiently.

Leng Qingxue adjusted her breathing as instructed and opened her bow again.

This time, the bowstring was slowly drawn to full capacity.

"Let it go."

The arrow left the string, was nailed to the tree trunk ten feet away, and penetrated three-thirds of the way into the wood.

Leng Qingxue panted, sweat broke out on his forehead, but his eyes were bright.

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