Chapter 447: The Strict Disaster

At the third hour of Yin, before dawn, a fine drum came from the Wubei Academy located in the south of the city near Honglu Temple. It was only lightly tapped, but later it turned into a roar, deafening sound.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and drizzled rain fell from the sky. The autumn rain was not as gentle as the spring rain, but it was not as rough as the sudden rain in summer. It was just a drizzling drizzle. The arrival of this rain made the newly enrolled martial arts students happy. In this way, the training could not continue, and they could sleep well.

Everyone was still wandering in their dreams, but the sound of drums was pounding. A scream came from the barracks. I was woken up by the drums early in the morning. If anyone was, I would not be much better.

It was at this time that someone came in wearing a wet Fan Yang hat and a straw raincoat. He reached into the quilt of the martial artists with cold hands. Someone woke up. The first thing he saw was a cold face. The man sneered at him: "Get up and practice!"

Before anyone could react, several clerks came in with bamboo sticks, and the barracks were suddenly in chaos.

The teacher wearing a straw raincoat shouted: "Let me hear it all. I'll gather at the school site within one stick of incense. Lord Siye issued a death order. Which team has students delayed it? The teacher whipped ten big boards. One team has more than three people delayed it. The instructor was punished. I was born and died in the border town and had not been whipped by anyone. If anyone dared to delay it, I was beaten, don't think you can have a peaceful life. Come on, bring some pokes of water, but you still refuse to get up, give him a bath."

For a moment, the barracks were in chaos and frightened martial artists dressed in one after another, all of which were prepared. The inner guards' robe and skirts and iron-shelled Fanyang hats were allowed to wear armor only by the imperial guards in front of the palace guards. At the beginning, the martial artists were dressed freshly. Last night, someone tried to show off his power, but was so anxious that he found that the Qingliang armor was inconvenient and complicated. So someone was carrying a bamboo whip and urged him. He jumped up in a hurry. Finally put on his boots and put on his iron-shelled hat. He found that the armor was quite thick, with a full twenty kilograms. It was fine at the beginning, but after a long time, his body couldn't hold on.

The instructor and clerk were still urging him, but there was no choice but to rush out of the barracks. It was still drizzling outside. In the rain, many martial artists gathered at the school grounds. The team was scattered, and many people could not even find the instructors. Fortunately, there were instructors everywhere calling: "The first team is here." The other side shouting: "The fifth team is here."

It took a full cup of tea before the team took the prototype; there was a chief clerk who held the roster and pointed it out. The restless restlessness finally calmed down. The rain fell on his body. The instructor started to complete the team in the rain, standardizing his standing posture. The torture of the martial artists was just the beginning. If they knew that it would take an hour to maintain such a standing posture, they would have been complaining.

The rain gradually became heavier, and a few dishonest martial artists began to move their muscles, especially some noble children who had been in the imperial guards. In their opinion, the young men came to gilt, and they were unwilling to bear the consequences. As a result, the formation began to relax again, and many people followed suit. A few bold ones simply took off their heavy iron-shelled fan hats and laughed with their companions beside them.

"Bold!" Instructor Han Shizhong walked over in the mud, holding a whip in his hand, glaring at the bold martial artists.

"Why should you be so serious? It's not that we haven't been to the school, but we have been to the Imperial College. My brothers have been together. How can you be so unkind? Okay, sir, I'll calm down. At worst, can't you invite you to drink during the break? In fact, everyone knows that this is all a fancy way, and it's enough to fool those scholars and juren from other places..."

Bang, the man was halfway through his words and was about to laugh a few times, when Han Shizhong's hand came over like a palm-leaf fan, beating the man was stunned for a moment.

"You...you dare to hit me."

Han Shizhong looked at him expressionlessly and said, "This is the rule set by Lord Si Ye. If you are disobedient, you will beat the ten army sticks. If you come, take it down and beat it! If you are disobedient, you will start the genocide immediately. By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that after the genocide, those who have fame and fortune will be cancelled, and those who have grace will be cancelled. If you are not convinced, go and look for Lord Shen."

Han Shizhong was too lazy to lift his eyelids again, and turned around expressionlessly: "Listen, whoever dares to have no rules anymore, this person is a role model!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clerk who was like a wolf and a tiger immediately cut off the silly martial artist and took him down. Not far from the schoolyard was the reward and punishment pavilion pavilion pavilion pavilion pavilion pavilion pavilion pavilion pavilion. A shrill roar immediately came out, and the sound drifted far away.

With this lesson, everyone was shocked. Needless to say, scholars and children, if they start to break up their fame and fortune, they will be afraid that there will be no way out in their life. As for those noble children, it is enough for them to drink a pot. If this kind of humanity is not successful in martial arts, it depends on the kindness. Even this kind of person is withdrawn. If it is not said that the family can't explain it, who will be expected to go in this life?

The queue suddenly became tidy again, and everyone was so generous that they didn't dare to come out.

As time passed by bit by bit, the sky became deeper and deeper, and the muffled thunder that was hanging low in the dawn night sky rolled through the sky.

The rain line gradually became thicker, the strong wind before the heavy rain whirred, and the howling of ghosts and wolves made life painful.

For the martial artists, every minute and every second are torture. The rain soaked their armor and slapped on the iron-shelled Fanyang hat. The brim of the hat flowed down the water curtain, blocking their sight.

Once someone moves, a coach will whip over in the rain and beat it. In the eyes of martial artists, it becomes a rare luxury.

An hour passed, and everyone gradually became exhausted. They stood in the heavy rain for an hour wearing twenty kilograms of armor. If they were not shocked by the high pressure, they would be afraid that no one would believe that they could endure it.

It was at this moment that a small black dot in the distance gradually moved closer. Gradually, the outline of a figure appeared. A man was holding a lotus oil umbrella and walked slowly over. He tiptoed, as if he was walking in the garden, and as if he was lingering in the scenery along the way. A strong wind blew, and the wooden oil umbrella creaked and tilted to the side. He shouted: "My umbrella..." Huh... I was careless in my hand, and the oil umbrella was swept away by the strong wind.

The dashing boy no longer had the leisurely interest and chased the oil umbrella and shouted: "The lotus umbrella from Qingping Shop in Suzhou, thirty stakes a coin..." He scattered his feet and suddenly became embarrassed.

The martial artists looked at it with a slant, and were speechless to this reckless guy.

When the man picked up the umbrella, he was already covered in mud and put it away. A clerk took him a pair of straw raincoats. After putting it on, he put on a hat and then slowly walked to the schoolyard. He looked left and right, and nodded with satisfaction: "Stand well, good, keep working hard; our company has ruined thirty taels of silver to visit everyone. I am very pleased that you can achieve this."

Only then did everyone realize that this person was the culprit, Lord Chen AoShen. For a moment, some were surprised that Chen Ao was young, some were gritting their teeth and wanted to find an opportunity to hit him. They all looked complicated, but they didn't dare to move around.

Han Shizhong stepped over and said in a deep voice: "Sir, a martial artist has just violated the rules of learning and asked someone to take him to get the ten army sticks. This man claimed to be the son of Qujiang Marquis, and said yes..."

"Oh." Chen Ao interrupted him casually: "If you beat me, you will be beaten. Hurry up and ask someone to apply medicine. Let him get out of bed tomorrow. If you get beaten, you will not delay the course. I have to be responsible for Qujiang Hou. It was his father who patted his chest and asked me to educate his son well. We can't be polite, and we will be separated if we are polite! Don't worry, even if you beat me, you won't be bad. Haven't you prepared a few doctors? Another one is an old imperial doctor who resigned. Isn't it easy to treat this minor injury?"

In Shen Ao's opinion, the old imperial doctor has the same effect as the old military doctors in later generations. The old military doctors in later generations have superb medical skills. They are all difficult and complicated diseases such as standing up but not lifting, lifting but not hard, hard but not hard, and hard soon, can cure the disease, let alone the old imperial doctors, who are a little bit of a word, so they told Han Shizhong that they are assured, bold, and have no worries.

Han Shizhong responded, and Chen Ao pulled his face and said, "You are the instructor. Why don't you see the punishment of Xuezheng, but you want the instructor to do it? Is this Xuezheng afraid of offending people? Call them."

Xue Zheng called Cheng Min. When he heard Lord Shen shouting, he immediately came in the rain. He saluted respectfully and said with a smile: "Sir..."

"Cheng Xuezheng!" Chen Ao looked gloomy: "The Ministry of War asked you to come, what did you do?"

"If you want to go back to the adults, you will be responsible for implementing the academic rules and taking the post of school mottos and guidance."

"Then tell me, where are you when someone fouls the rules?"

Although it was heavy rain, Cheng Min was sweating profusely and said carefully: "Sir, I don't care about the things I do when I practice."

Chen Ao curled his lips and said, "I'm setting a rule now. When practicing, you have to take people here to watch. Someone is making trouble and punish them immediately, otherwise you can get out of bed." Chen Ao scolded him mercilessly, then called Xuecheng again and asked, "Is the breakfast in the kitchen ready?"

"Sir, you're ready."

Chen Ao hit his hands and said with a thrill of spirit: "Dinner!"

This sentence of meal was like a general amnesty. The instructors returned to their team and announced the disbandment. Suddenly, the martial artists cheered, not caring about the muddy body. After standing for an hour, their heels were already weak and their stomachs were ruthless, and they rushed towards the kitchen.

As for those school officials and teachers, they did not dare to move at this moment, and Lord Shen is still here.
Chapter completed!