His study room was larger than the entire house of an average person. There were many books about ancient Chinese and foreign myths and legends (especially books about the nine-tailed white fox), ancient culture, Feng Shui, military strategy, Chinese medicine, the history of various dynasties (especially the Warring States period), and various religious books.
He was also a Buddhist. Every time he went out, he would enter the temple and worship the Buddha. He was more devout than anyone else. However, I believe in Taoism. After all, the various immortals of Taoism are domestic products with a long history. Of course, they will protect their own people. However, Buddha was Indian, Jesus was European, and God was not Chinese. Of course, they would prioritize protecting their people.
He also collected a lot of ancient books, most of which I liked very much. In school, as long as it wasn't Professor Chen's class, I would openly read his books. Due to the number of times I flipped through the book, even though I had taken sufficient protective measures and was very careful with my every move, many books were still torn to pieces.
Other than Professor Chen, the other teachers complained to Wu Jiansen many times every day. He said every time,"It's fine. She has read more than 10,000 books and her writing is like a god. I don't care if she reads extra-cursory books in class. Huh? Criticize? Then let me ask you, did Biao Zhao's reading affect his grades and other students?”The teacher, who was so angry that he complained, was fuming with anger.
His mother, Zhao Minlan, was a housewife, a model of early marriage and early childbirth. She was thirty-seven years old, 1.52 meters tall, and weighed eighty pounds. She looked weak and thin, but she was a combination of Mistress Miejue and the Hedong Lion. Once she went crazy, she would be extremely tragic.
The eight-year-old wretched girl, Wu Yuying, is my half-sister. She's in the second grade of primary school. She only knows how to be mischievous and go against me. She also always snatches my things. She often rummaged through my room without permission and made a mess. However, my mother only knows how to protect her.
"The first time I saw you and your daughter, Piao Zhao was still a pink baby. In the blink of an eye, she's already 18 years old. I see that Piao Zhao is holding onto the Hetian Jade Short Sword every day. He doesn't even want to let go when he sleeps. I might as well give her the jade sword today. She likes it anyway!”Wu Jiansen fondly caressed the crystal clear, exquisite and beautiful Hetian jade dagger, occasionally looking at the noisy children.
Zhao Minlan immediately objected,"How can this be?!" Piao Zhao never calls you daddy and loves to talk back to you. This is a jade sword passed down from your family during the Shang Dynasty! Moreover, it was a high-quality suet jade. Who knew how much it was worth! If you want to give it, you should give it to Yu Ying!"
"Biao Zhao already has my surname. What's the difference between him and my biological son? Biao Zhao, come here. This jade sword is officially given to you today. You have to take good care of it.”Wu Jiansen waved his Hetian Jade Short Sword. Wu Tengfeng's eyes lit up, and her gaze shifted from side to side. She rushed up and hugged Wu Jiansen's neck, whispered a few words into his ear, grabbed the Hetian Jade Short Sword to protect her chest, and slipped out to go shopping with her classmates.
"What did that child say to make you so happy that you can't even close your mouth?”
"It's nothing. My precious girl doesn't allow me to say anything, so of course I can't reveal even half a word before I die!”
"Dad, you're biased! He always protected his sister and gave her all the good things!”
"As a father, you'll always be more pampered and more promising. If you're as powerful as Biao Zhao, the jade sword will be yours. Yu Ying, work hard and catch up to your sister.”
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