Chapter 448: Pursuit of Provocation

Chapter name: Pursuit of Provocation

The breakfast at Wubei School is extremely generous. Even a well-off family can’t compare to chicken soup that has been stolen overnight, four cooked cakes per person, and enough fruits.

餐堂距离校场不远,宽敞而朴素,八百余人按着自己的分队,营房编号落座,却都不敢发出声音,挺着身子等胥吏们上了早餐,才小心翼翼地细嚼慢咽,时而发出几声咳嗽,在这针落可闻的环境下咳嗽之人便忍不住现出几许拘谨.

Chen Ao and Xuezheng sat at the same table. After slowly using breakfast, they said to Xuezheng beside them: "Please urge me. If there is any mistake, don't blame me for being ruthless." After instructing me, I wiped my mouth and said: "I will find someone to practice my umbrella. I will go to Xuanwu Hall to sleep first, and you can continue."

Chen Ao’s shamelessness lies in his traitors while he is trying to make trouble for others, but he is arrogant and scammers; of course, if someone doesn’t agree, he will reassure himself. I am Siye. What is Siye? That is the vice principal. In addition to the emperor, he is the biggest official in the martial arts school. Do it yourself? Don’t joke, sleeping back is Lord Shen’s duty. Trouble you are also Lord Shen’s duty. Don’t accept it? If you don’t agree, you don’t have to sleep now. Let’s stand for a night before talking.

After two incense sticks, the drums sounded again. The martial artist who had finally rested was driven to the school ground again. What made them most painful was that the so-called practice was neither practicing guns nor making sticks, but still standing. This time it took two hours. The only luck was that the bad weather had passed. After the rain, the sky was clear, and finally there was no need to suffer from the torture of the storm.

However, their situation was not much better. At the beginning of the morning, their legs were a little out of control and they were trembling. They had to stand for another morning. They could imagine their physical overdraw.

Those who can come here may not be very physical. After all, most of them are scholars and playboys. They can't stand this. They have long cried and called their parents. Fortunately, the instructor and instructor urged each other back and forth, and they often killed chickens and scared monkeys, which made these martial artists grit their teeth and finally persevered.

The lunch at the Wubei Academy was still very rich, with beef, dog soup, plus reeds and yellow vegetables. The martial artists worked hard for most of the day, and their people were tired and exhausted, and their appetite increased greatly. The poor scholar who had not eaten half a bowl of rice in one bite, half a pound of beef and a bowl of dog soup.

You should know that beef is rare in this era. Slaughtering alive cattle violates Song Dynasty. After all, cows are an important tool for farming. Unless scalpers who die of old age and illness can enter the dining table. Because of this, the price of beef is often several times that of dog meat, mutton, and pork. Where can ordinary people easily eat it?

The most joyful time of the martial artists was spent on the dining table. After eating, more pain and torture were still waiting for them. In the afternoon, they were walking and practicing, waiting in line, and then moving side by side. At first, the martial artists felt it was quite new. For them, as long as they did not stand, they would be allowed to fight with guns and sticks; but soon, they found that walking was more difficult than standing in line. Sometimes, there was a person in the team that was not in a regular manner, and the whole team had to lift their legs. They could not put them down, but also lifted to a consistent height. The hard work was imagined.

Everyone didn't know how to survive this day, but they felt dizzy. Time passed quickly, but it was very slow. After dinner, they returned to the barracks for half an hour to rest. Everyone couldn't help but take off their boots, and found that their soles had already grown calluses and the pain was so hot that they were so painful. Some people picked up the lamp and found that the embroidery needles were from somewhere. They carefully picked up the blood bubbles under their feet. Some complained to the instructor and the instructor. Of course, insulting Chen Ao was an indispensable task. When one person plucked up the courage to curse, he immediately started to curse, which resonated with everyone.

After almost the rest, it was the evening homework. Everyone sat in the classroom and was taught by a doctor. The content of the lecture was also determined, and it was centered around the theme of the martial arts school, namely loyalty, courage, cautious conduct, and meritorious deeds.

Needless to say, loyalty and courage are the ones who are cautious in their actions. The specific teaching content is to teach people to be cautious in their words and deeds. As a disciple of the emperor, every word and deed represent the majesty of the royal family. You should not be afraid of the emperor, nor should you bully the weak. You will teach them the concept of making achievements.

With this theme, the rest is all thanks to the doctors on the spot. It is essential to quote classics and examples from historical books to prove it. Anyway, no matter what, you have to make these things round and accept them.

In addition, some military tactics, arithmetic and surveying are also night courses, especially arithmetic and surveying, which are the top priority of night homework. Only by knowing how to calculate can one know that the officers and soldiers of a battalion have many large stoves when marching, how much food and grass are needed every day, and how many days can the arrows last. As for surveying, it is to draw pictures. People who do not know how to survey and map and look at maps have no future. Only by knowing the terrain can one understand the advantages and disadvantages of the geographical location. Where there is a river, a valley, and a forest, and where there are priority when camping, it seems a bit absurd and a bit boring, but it is an indispensable quality for martial artists.

The day passed quickly, but the second day was still the same. The martial artists were filled with time. The instructor and the instructor would only tell them what to do, and they would never do anything, and there was no room for negotiation. If you were asked to stand, you could not lie down; if you let you walk, you could not run. The practices over the past few days have made all the martial artists gradually numb. They no longer had time to think about whether what they had learned was worth, nor did they have time to think about the instructor. The instructor's words were right or wrong. They just knew the military order, and they had to instinctively replied: "Abide by the order." Then they went to the general's order without fail to complete it.

It is not easy for people to go from simple to complex, but it has to go from complex to simple but much lighter. With sufficient nutrition and harsh training, the martial artist's physical strength gradually becomes stronger. Everything goes on track. The pedal and queues begin to shorten to two hours. The rest of the time is to conduct long-distance running. Long-distance running is still a torturous thing. I don't know how many laps to go around the school field every day. Every time I run, my legs are out of control. Fortunately, after long-distance training, the martial artist's patience is no longer the same as before. Although he is struggling hard, he can still encourage and support him.

As for Chen Ao, he would come here occasionally. As the actual priest of the martial arts school, Chen Ao would occasionally teach a few classes in the evening. With his fair tongue and broad knowledge, he was quite popular among martial artists. Compared with those doctors, Chen Ao's lectures were obviously more vivid. Some reasons were shallow and deep, and he won the favor of many martial artists. Chen Ao advocated the most cautious behavior. The truth he talked about was that treating the enemy should be cruel, and treating the weak should be merciful. The reason for pity was that martial artists were the pride of the Song Dynasty. They should use their words and deeds to exchange for the trembling of the enemy and the cheers of the weak.

The ordinary truth suddenly became sacred when Chen Ao's mouth, while the martial artists were excited and relished, and their bad impression of Chen Ao was quietly changed.

Time gradually faded, and there was no war on the border. The aggressive Xixia people made trouble in Bianjing. They also knew that the peace between Song and Xia had become a piece of paper, and there was no intention of entanglement. The chief clerks on the Honglu Temple did not need to give instructions, and accepted bribes from foreign countries everywhere, leaving one for themselves and one for Chen Ao. Honglu Temple was united and made a fortune together. Life was both comfortable and leisurely, so there was no need for Chen Ao to worry about.

As for the calmness of the palace, the two men were accumulating strength and trying to wait for the opportunity, what Zhao Ji was most willing to do was Emperor Taiping. As long as no one bothered him, he would not be able to ask for it. Therefore, he just reviewed memorials every day, and sometimes asked Chen Ao to enter the palace to talk, and life was leisurely and leisurely.

The weather gradually became colder, and the martial artists had already put on cotton armor. After three months of training, those scholars who only knew about it were more tough and strong in the blink of an eye. As for the playboys who entered school, they suddenly became much more mature and capable. At the beginning, when various families heard that Chen Ao was trying so hard on his own baby son, men didn't say anything. Nowadays, they believed that filial sons were born under the stick. I beat you like Lord Shen, and I deserved it if I was disobedient. But women are different. They both feel distressed and complain, asking others to plead for advice, and taking care of doctors. However, their resentment did not last long. When they saw their sons coming back from the school in another way, their faces were less childish, more humble and strong. Even when they were eating, they were also regular and straight and chewing slowly. Of course, such a son was liked, so they stopped talking about the good things about the school.

The Xunxue of the Wubei Academy is only once a month, and it is only one day on the fifteenth day. So the night before, the martial artists became excited and made an appointment to go stroll on the street or go home. Early this morning, they rushed out of the school impatiently.

Zhou Heng has suffered a lot in the past three months. Not only did his brother-in-law not be a little tolerant of him, but he was even more harsh in treating him, which made him complain, but gradually became strong and calm. Today, he made an appointment with more than a dozen classmates to take them to Bianjing to play. He is an old fried dough stick in Bianjing. He is the most lively neighbor, and he can see the most lively neighbor. Therefore, many classmates who live in other places asked him to lead the way and let them see the prosperity of Bianjing. Zhou Heng made a promise, so he naturally refused to let everyone down. Therefore, these dozen people were still wearing martial arts armor and went out into the streets in a mighty manner.

First, he took them to the most lively Yingchunfang for a walk. Zhou Heng seemed more and more proud. Seeing noon, he took everyone to have a restaurant and asked for a wing room to sit down. A dozen people had just ordered food and drinks when they heard a rumbling sound from outside. Dozens of people dressed in imperial guards broke in. One of them was dressed in Yuhou and cursed: "Bold, who said there is no room in this restaurant? Isn't this the one? Humph, waiter, drive the guests out of this room, and the old man has booked the room."

The waiter squeezed in from inside and said with a bitter face: "Sir... Give me, I'm sorry, there are already people here, why don't you wait and wait for them to eat..."

Slap, Du Yuhou slapped his waiter on the face: "I came to the store to have dinner because I respect you, you are so good at vain. I will free up the location, otherwise you will demolish your store."

Several imperial guards on the side followed and cheered: "Do you know who this military master is? I'll scare you to death if you say it. This is the Du Yuhou of the Ma Junsi, and the third yamen, and there are also the top figures in the ranks. If you offended him, do you want to make a living in Bianjing? Ask your shopkeeper to come and drive people away!"

The guy was beaten and covered his face so scared that he didn't dare to say anything. Zhou Heng looked sideways and saw that the other party was an imperial guard, but he took off his guard. At least he had been walking in the front office of the palace and knew some friends, but when he saw Du Yu Hou being so arrogant, he couldn't help it for a moment, slapped the table and said, "This is the inn, not your Ma Junsi. You are acting arrogant. It seems that you have gone to the wrong place."

Several martial artists were unwilling to cause trouble. Someone pulled Zhou Heng's sleeve and whispered: "Person Zhou, forget it, let's go. The school rules clearly stipulate that we are not allowed to cause trouble. At worst, we can find another store to eat."

If it were the past, Zhou Heng would not have taken care of these things, so he would have done it long ago. At this time, he would have been less erratic. He bit his lip, glared at Du Yuhou, and threw a ingot of silver on the table: "Registration, lieutenants, let's go."

The lieutenant is a name in the school, which has a lot of meaning in brother-in-law.

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Chapter completed!