Yang Gan twitched hard, okay, take etiquette as an example, he never talks about etiquette, unless he is in important occasions, he usually feels comfortable at home.

Music, Yang Gan really knows nothing about musical instruments. Of course, he learned Erhu for a while in his previous life, but unfortunately he pulled it almost the same as sawing wood.

There is nothing to say about shooting. It’s barely enough to do it within thirty steps, and it’s better to throw dice than you outside.

Yu, this is driving. Yang Gan tried the chariot. He was still a thing of the past, but in his previous life, he could drive, and it felt very exciting.

As for calligraphy and numbers, that is, calligraphy and arithmetic, Yang Gan was extremely embarrassed.

His own writing is like a dog or crawling, and even the calculation is aware of the skills of modern people who can win the ancients without their own control.

If you have to die of one-yuan equation, you won’t be able to calculate it if you have more.

Yang Gan was also a little bit of a social dying at this time. He advocated Confucianism outside and law inside and advocated Confucianism. Although he was a Confucianism after his own restructuring, the six arts of gentlemen did not change.

But I don’t even know the six arts of gentlemen. It’s really a bit disgusting to say it out.

Yang Gan had no choice but to pick up his hard bow and start shooting arrows.

I saw that thick wooden targets within thirty steps were shot and exploded one by one.

"Bang bang bang!"

The attack of the shovel-shaped feather arrow can be seen.

But only a few arrows were shot from the target thirty steps away, and the remaining feather arrows were almost nailed to the wall a hundred meters away.

The one-meter-thick wall was more than half deep.

Cao Wushuang, holding his hands, looked full of regret. He was so divine power that he could open a five-stone bow, but he was not accurate. It was such a pity.

After all, what a bow and arrow need is a correct head. If you don’t have a correct head, what can you do if you can drive five hundred stones? If you can’t hit someone, it will be useless.

Just as Yang Gan sighed deeply, a breeze blew, and a big tree a hundred steps away rose slightly.

The fallen leaves were flying, Cao Wushuang, his eyes flashed, his toes lightly, he flashed to Yang Gan, and grabbed the hard bow.

Take a deep breath, pull the hard bow lightly, and the five stone bow and arrow shot out with one arrow and nailed it to the big tree in an instant.

Yang Gan opened his mouth wide with a confused look on his face, "That's it?"

"I heard that your archery skills are very stunning. After watching it for a long time, I will show me a loneliness. It's better to hit every shot within thirty steps."

Cao Wushuang grabbed one hand and pressed the hard bow on his chest. He was full of heroic posture and sneered, "Someone seems to be unable to hit every shot within thirty steps."

"Damn, I really don't know how to chat."

Yang Gan's face looked very ugly. He pointed to the big tree in the distance and said, "You are noble, you are amazing, and the trees can't hide."

Cao Wushuang chuckled and said, "You might as well go and take a closer look."

“Tsk~~~!”

Yang Gan rolled his eyes and came to the big tree. When he saw the feather arrow sinking into the trunk, he was shocked.

After growing up, he looked at Cao Wushuang in disbelief.

I saw that three leaves were scattered into the smallest position of the arrow shaft.

"Shot three birds with one stone, master, teach me!"

Yang Gan immediately stretched his tongue and ran back to Cao Wushuang. He licked her wildly, and said whatever words were stingy.

Yang Gan is very confident in his martial arts, but he is also a little inferior. The inferiority comes from the psychological shadow left by being defeated by someone in a head-on manner.

Although he always looks unscathed when archery is powerful, he likes bows and arrows very much.

No matter how you look at this technique of taking human life within a hundred steps, how handsome it is, it’s a pity that I don’t have this talent.

Cao Wushuang had long known that Yang Gan was shameless and was quicker to pull down his face than to take off his pants as long as he was interested in something.

Cao Wushuang said, "It's not difficult to teach you, let's do it this way, use the stupidest method from ancient times to the present. As long as you can persevere, you can become an archer sooner or later."

Yang Gan couldn't help but lit up, "Oh, master, let's talk, I'm very interested in the future. Although I don't have any talent for many things, I understand one thing, diligence can make up for my shortcomings."

Cao Wushuang nodded, very satisfied. Many people always worry about two aspects when collecting disciples, one is the issue of talent.

Another thing is whether you can endure hardships. As for filial piety, this is just a basic fuck. Without filial piety, who will teach you? What if you teach a ungrateful wolf?

"Okay~~~!"

Cao Wu stretched out his hands, and a servant handed over a large bow and handed it to Yang Gan.ωωw.Bibǒqétν.℃ǒM

Yang Gan pulled, with a teasing expression on his face, and a standard hard bow in his hand, as light as nothing.

When Cao Wushuang saw his expression, he immediately understood, "A bow and arrow are about the accurate head. If the accurate head is not good, no matter how powerful it is, it will be in vain."

"Although this bow is only one stone, if you can shoot 500 arrows a day, I believe that in one month, within fifty steps, you will hit every shot."

"If you can persevere, there will be no big problem if you hit every shot within 70 steps in half a year."

"If you can practice persistently, it will not be a problem to wear a hundred steps in the future."

Yang Gan smiled and said, "It's so simple, no, master, don't keep it in hiding."

Cao Wushuang spread his hands and said, "The way to shoot archery is easy to learn but difficult to master. The method I said is just a target that cannot be shot. If you want to shoot a target that can move, the difficulty must be deepened. But in this way, your double Can the arm eat and live?"

"Does the master underestimate the power of my arms?" Yang Gan raised his eyebrows, obviously very dissatisfied with Cao Wushuang's despise.

Yang Gan led the army to fight for many years, so how could he not know that archery would put a lot of pressure on the archer's arms and shoulders.

Taking the Song Dynasty, which had good bow and archery skills as an example, the Song army archers must be able to use a seven-double bow (about 45 kg) at the lowest, and at the same time, they must use a one-shot bow (about 74 kg) to hit the target with a 60-meter bow (about 74 kg).

To pull the seven-dou bow, it takes at least 45 kilograms to pull the pull force. Generally, 15-20 arrows will lose their strength. Therefore, ancient archers took turns shooting to maintain combat power.

The Xia Kingdom's stone is 120 kilograms, and the archers of the Xuanjia Army will lose their strength after thirty arrows.

Those with great strength will drive two stone bows and three stone bows. Those who are not powerful will almost lose their bows.

Although he didn't try it himself, Yang Gan felt that using a single stone of bow and arrow, he would be like playing with four or five hundred arrows.

Seeing that Yang Gan was ordinary and confident, Cao Wushuang nodded and said, "That's simple. Just set up a track here in the shooting range and let people drag it back and forth."

"Hmph~~~!"

Yang Gan woke up with his thumb and said aloofly, "The master doesn't know much about my Yuntong's mechanism."

"Here is someone."

The little cotton-padded jacket immediately flew over and bowed, saying, "Young Master, what are you asking?"

"Get a moving target, with gears to rotate."

The little cotton jacket widened his eyes and asked, "But I'll do it now."

"Yeah, right away, right away."

The little cotton jacket immediately ran outside, looking at the figure and the magnificent waves on his chest.

Yang Gan couldn't help but sigh, I've grown up, is it overnutrition? How old is it, and I'm just so broad-minded?

After a while, more than a dozen craftsmen came to the martial arts training ground with complete tools and trucks of wood. Everyone bowed to Yang Gan.

Near the wall behind the martial arts field, one of them took out a disc, pulled out a tape ruler from it, and began to measure.

After measuring the size, start sawing the wood and then making two tracks that are thick with adult thighs.

The wood is built into each other without any splicing marks. In just two quarters of an hour, a track and a target stand on the ground.

Yang Gan grew up and kept grabbing his head.

"Mist grass, isn't this Nima? Isn't it? The disk soft ruler used for school sports meetings?"

Saws and planes, anyway, ancient and modern, as long as carpenters can use tools, there are all kinds of things here.

Yang Gan looked up and shouted to the top, "Zhang Yumeng, did you do these tools?"

Zhang Yumeng held the fruit in her hand, took a bite, nodded and said, "Yes, the last time I saw the carpenters and the others used, although they lacked anything, they always felt very awkward. It is estimated that the time to invent was still short, so it would be perfected easily. one time."

After saying that, she nodded unconsciously, "Oh, by the way, no thanks."

Yang Gan's lips raised, Zhang Yumeng is really amazing. Just a few words can make the progress of the entire industry go faster than hundreds of years. It's amazing.

Yang Gan nodded at her, and there was no need to say anything about their relationship.

Seeing Yang Gan’s actions, Zhang Yumeng also smiled. Such tacit understanding is incomparable to everyone here.

It is precisely because of this tacit understanding and the consistency of the three views that she understood that even if she penetrated the sky, Yang Gan would help her make up for it, and she was not a woman who liked to cause trouble.

After looking at it, I felt that I was blown up by myself and touched my nose awkwardly.

Don’t like to cause trouble or not, it shouldn’t mean the same thing.

Zhang Yumeng has never thought about such things. She only knows that when Yang works, she can be lawless and do whatever she wants. She can endure it to death and wait until he grows up and do whatever she wants.

Unfortunately, the handsome young master who used to be, now he looks more beautiful than himself, so he really can't stand it.

Thinking of this, she stretched and her explosive curves appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Do you have any ideas to practice yoga with me? It can make your body better and make your body younger."

Zhang Yumeng smiled at the girls.

Mu Qing, Zhao Wenmo and others raised their hands one after another.
To be continued...