General, Madam Called You To Farm - Chapter 491

General, Madam Called You To Farm
Chapter 491 – Xiaohu’s talent (1) 

Translator : Moon Lee
Editor : Tea
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Su Xiaoxiao went into the kitchen to cook.

Su Ergou had gone out delivering goods. 

He had been gone the whole day, anyone who didn’t know better might think he was delivering straight into the imperial palace.

The three little ones weren’t around either.

Today, when Dahu went to listen to music, he didn’t sneak off alone. He actually took along his two younger brothers.

Xiaohu was the first to enter the room.

He even remembered to take off his little shoes before stepping inside.

Thump thump thump… 

He ran into the house. 

Seeing a thin man kneeling on a meditation cushion, he politely called him ’Uncle’, then tilted his head toward the big object in front of him and asked, “What is dis…?” 

Ling Yun glanced at the little fellow.

“It’s a zither. Who are you?”

The little boy patted his tiny chest proudly and piped in a milky voice, “I’m Xiaofu (Xiaohu).”

Soon after, Erhu also took off his little shoes and entered. 

“And who are you?” Ling Yun asked.

Erhu’s eyes rolled mischievously. “I’m Dahu!”

“You are not.” Ling Yun exposed him in a second.

Erhu was stunned. “Huh?”

How did he see through that so easily?

Ling Yun said calmly, “Dahu doesn’t have a hair whorl on his forehead.”

Dahu only had one whorl, at the crown of his head.

But both Erhu and Xiaohu had extra whorls, each with a swirl at the forehead.

Erhu scratched his head. 

This handsome uncle seemed pretty smart…

Meanwhile, Dahu stood at the door, picking up and neatly arranging the little shoes that his two annoying younger brothers had thrown everywhere.

Being the big brother was exhausting. 

These two stinky younger brothers were way too unreliable.

Ling Yun plucked a zither string, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

Xiaohu toddled over, his childish voice asking, “Can I touch it?”

“As your wish.” Ling Yun replied.

Dahu had tried it before without causing trouble, so Ling Yun figured letting the other two touch it would be harmless.

But he soon regretted it.

Xiaohu very earnestly copied the way he had just seen Ling Yun do it, and tugged at the string.

Zheng~~~~~

Ling Yun shuddered, every hair on his body standing on end!

Xiaohu didn’t think it sounded awful. On the contrary, he thought it sounded pretty good.

I’m amazing!

Xiaohu tugged again another string, then another, and another. 

Zheng~ zheng~ zheng zheng zheng zheng~~~~~~~~

For someone with an absolute talent for music, Xiaohu’s chaotic notes were pure torture.

Ling Yun said, “That’s not how you play it.”

Oh—so this thing is called ‘playing’. 

Xiaohu had just learned a new verb. 

He looked up and asked, “Then… how do you play it?”  

Ling Yun had long stopped taking disciples. For years, he had refused to pass on his zither skills to anyone in any form.

But this little fellow’s ‘playing’… was simply unbearable.

Closing his eyes, Ling Yun drew a deep breath, then slowly raised his head. 

His fingertip brushed lightly across the string. “Watch carefully. Like this.”

A pure, melodious note drifted out, like a breeze flowing through mountain streams, it was gentle, ethereal.

Xiaohu nodded solemnly, as if to say he understood.

Then, imitating the pose, he lifted his tiny arm, struck a dramatic posture, and plucked with one chubby fingertip.

…It sounded even worse than before.

Xiaohu, however, was utterly absorbed in his own ‘heaven-shattering melody’.

“This is fun! From now on, I’m gonna come to play every day!”

Ling Yun’s body gave an involuntary shudder…

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By evening, the three little ones skipped home cheerfully.

With them came Ling Yun’s personal servant, Deng An.

Deng An was carrying a massive zither case in his arms.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at him strangely. Why would he bring a zither all the way here?

Deng An gave an awkward laugh. 

“My young master said… Xiaohu… Xiaohu seems to have great… interest… uh, talent… in playing the zither. This Luan zither is a gift for him. He can practice at home, and play it at home whenever he likes.” 

So that there was no need for him to come disturb my young master…

Su Xiaoxiao said politely, “Oh, that’s too much. Please take it back.”

A Luan zither, essentially a high quality guzheng, was by no means cheap.

Cold sweat beaded on Deng An’s forehead. 

“N-no, no! My young master feels a deep bond with young master Xiaohu. A fine instrument must be given to a true kindred spirit! You must accept it!”

If she doesn’t accept it, my young master will skin me alive! 

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