The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“Give it to me?” Zhao Mingyu was somewhat flattered. Why did they give him something when they first met?

“Well, my dad gave it to me, and he said he wanted a present for the first time.” Joe Mo Feng was a little embarrassed. He didn't know how to make friends and thought it would be right to listen to Dad.

“Daddy? You mean Uncle Joe?” Zhao Mingyu glanced at Joe Tianjin not far away, and he didn't see what he had given him.

When Jomo Feng saw him like this, he knew it was a misunderstanding and laughed.

“No, my father gave it to me. ”

“I'm a little confused.” Looking at the dagger in his hand, Zhao Mingwooden was lost. If he already had a father, why should he have his father-in-law name?

“My dad still has a lot to deal with, so no one can know he has a son.” Jomo Maple was very casual and added: “But my father was very kind to me. ”

Zhao Mingyu stared silently at the dagger in his hand and suddenly felt so hurt that he gave him such a good dagger. How can he give back the courtesy?

“As you can see, such a good dagger has been brought to you. ”

“My dad has a lot of good stuff, not so bad.” Jomo Maple is actually just telling the truth. It doesn't mean anything.

Zhao Mingyu looked at the teenager around him without a word: “Can you not show off? ”

“No, I mean really. ”

Zhao Mingyu looked at Jomo Feng's authentic appearance and suddenly thought of Jomo's words. He had been learning all kinds of things.

“Listen, you're learning everything. What's in it? Do you know anything about medicine?” Zhao Mingyu asked, purely curious.

“Quite a lot, chess books and drawings, swordsmanship, medicine, poisoning, chimen armor, all kinds of things, as long as they work for me.” Jomo Feng thought about it and said, "I don't really remember exactly how much he learned.

“…” Zhao Mingyu looked at Joe Mo Feng speechlessly, is this still learned? Learn so much at once.

“Aren't you tired? ”

“I'm not tired, I find it interesting, but I just focus too much on these studies and forget about field training, so my ability to fight is particularly poor.” Jomo Maple was a little helpless to stall.

Zhao Mingyu reached out and touched his chin, watching Joe Mo Feng smile with some bad intentions.

“What are you up to? ”

“Actually, it's nothing. When I was an adult, my family gave me some property. I used to run outside, and often met bandits, or fatalities, and I wondered if you'd be interested in coming with me.” Zhao Mingyu would invite Jomo Feng for a very simple reason, just to stay with him.

Jomo Feng thought about it and nodded, "Okay, tomorrow you say where you have your property, and I'll have my parents play a few games. ”

“Playing? ”

“Yeah, my family doesn't expect me to make money.” Jomo Feng casually said that he brought a few shops to play with, just to be with him.

There was a powerful father at home, and there was a righteous parent like Junban, and he really didn't need any money.

“Are you here to strike?” He's tired and tired of a few shops. How did he get here and become a joke?

“No, my mother's a great businessman, if there's anything you don't understand, ask her.” Jomo Feng's eyes are very clear and serious.

“Really? ”

“Really, ever since I was with my parents, I've never been worried about money, because even if my parents didn't do anything, they still had money to spend.” Jomo Maple leaves his mouth open, and there's a businessman ghost who shouldn't be too happy.

Zhao Mingyu suddenly didn't want to talk to this guy, this guy clearly came to strike himself.

“Alas, different lives, to be honest, the stores in my hand are not very well run, although they make money, they just make some money. ”

“Tomorrow you ask my mother to go and she will definitely give you a very good answer.” Jomo Maple spoke directly.

Ning Mengyao in the carriage instantly said nothing, lifted the curtain and looked at Joe Tianjin not far away: “Tianjin Feng, is this for a friend to sell my mother?” But despite that, Mengyao was glad that Jomo Feng had such a friend.