Chapter 1307 Song Family Lang is a good example

Song Zhicheng was drunk.

He cried and laughed while holding the jar of wine, and was filled with tears, and there was also unstoppable relief and pride. It was the joy that came from the heart after he wanted his son to become a child.

Song Zhiyuan had no choice but to help him rest on the long couch in the study for a nap.

"Brother, I'm happy today. Let's have another jar?" Song Zhicheng said, holding his hand.

Song Zhiyuan pushed him down, pulled the blanket beside him and covered him, saying, "Save it for you to drink it tomorrow, my brother will have a stomachache."

"Hey, in terms of alcohol, you are not as good as your brother, me."

Song Zhiyuan: “…”

I don’t know who is talking nonsense after getting drunk now?

Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel funny when he saw him slamming his mouth. He was so old that he was still like a child. He couldn't help but stretch his hand and flick his forehead: "Look, you are so beautiful, and you have a bright future."

When he arrived outside the study, he asked someone to boil sober up the soup and brought it to him, and he took a cup of hot tea to drink it.

He took a book on the desk, and there was a single message conveyed from the northwest. It not only stated how he fought for the battle in which Song Lingzhao participated, but also killed several heads and suffered several injuries. The above explained in detail.

There are seven or eight small injuries, and one big injury is on the arm, which can see the bones. If this is a little worse, I am afraid that my hand will be cut off, and then there will be no hope.

Song Zhiyuan touched the words deep and bone-sighted, and his eyes flashed with worry, and he felt a little relieved. In front of him, the scene of the skinny king who was like a calf holding a spear and slapped his chest and saying he wanted to be a general. He couldn't help but smile happily and sighed again.

Outsiders see that military merits are easy to accumulate, but they do not know that they are all achieved by fighting for life. Only by daring to fight first can they accumulate them.

His son from the Song family is a good person.

Song Zhiyuan's chest was a little sore and he couldn't help but think of Song Ci's words and the future of the Song family. He pursed his lips.

He still needs to plan for the family. The first thing he needs to think about is naturally the cultivation of the next generation or even the next generation. These are all hopes. Only when the children and men in the clan are brave and responsible can they support each other and lead the family further and further and prosperity.

Otherwise, we will raise some poor families, no matter how rich they are, they will not be rich for three generations. Sooner or later, the foundation laid by our ancestors will be defeated by them. Are there fewer such nobles in the capital?

That's all the lessons from the past.

Song Zhiyuan rang Zhuqing and sent someone to tell him that the secret guard commander Qian Yong came.

Qian Yong came very quickly and bowed to him as soon as he entered the door: "Lord."

Song Zhiyuan raised his hand: "Forgive."

Qian Yong stood up straight and waited for instructions.

"Now in the training camp seedlings, let's see if there are any good seedlings who are in their teens and Qimen Dunjia. If you have this mind, you should carefully train them for a while and send them to the northwest in two years to follow the second young master."

Qian Yong said in surprise: "Follow the second young master, is it meant to go from secret to light?"

"Since it is okay for those who are military advisors to be in the clear place, just prepare two people. If not, one person can be alone. It is better to have nothing than to be too bad. This kind of personality must be persuaded and calm and generous. In addition, talents in this field should also pay more attention to the preparation in the future. If not, go to various good halls to look for them, and some good seedlings will be brought back." Song Zhiyuan said.

"yes."

Song Zhiyuan gave a few more instructions, and then he let him go.

The study room became quiet, except for the sound of flipping through the pages.

Song Zhicheng turned over on the couch, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes, but his face was full of smiles.
Chapter completed!