"Then let it go? This is a big fortune?" Zhao Congshi said unwillingly.

"Forget it? Forget it? Of course I can't just forget it! Let me think about it!" Zhao Congyu was naturally unwilling to look at such a fat piece of meat. He couldn't take a bite and turned around in the living room to pay attention.

"Or why don't we go to Zhang Junping, Zhang's family, to ask? I heard that the attention of the bullfighting competition was thought out by Zhang Junping, so let's go find him!" Zhao Congshi suggested.

"Look for him?" Zhao Congyu stood up and looked at his second brother Zhao Congshi.

"Yes! Speaking of which, we and Zhang Junping are still far away cousins. How can we just think about outsiders when we have a profitable business? We don't take care of our own family?" Zhao Congshi said for granted.

Zhang Junping's aunt married Zhao Kuangyin's younger brother Zhao Tingmei. From here, she can really be considered a cousin from afar.

However, if we really have to calculate the seniority, Zhao Congyu and the others have to control Zhang Junping and call him cousin.

Of course, this kind of relative relationship is not considered a relative relationship in the eyes of these people, so when it is necessary, it is taken out and condoms. At other times, who knows what kind of relative you are?

If you really want to have relatives, the powerful and powerful people in the Song Dynasty can get along with relatives.

When it is time to suppress and when it is time to compete for profit, you will not be polite at all.

"I'm afraid that Zhang Junping won't recognize us as a relative! He is now a confidant of the official family, and his personal title of Prince Zuo Shuzi!

How could he interact with us royal relatives?" Zhao Congyu shook his head.

"He doesn't want to deal with us, we can deal with him!

If he doesn't come to our house, we will go to the Zhang family. Can he still drive us out?

If we don’t think of a way to make money like bullfighting, I will live in his Zhang family. I will see what he will do!" Zhao Congshi said fiercely.

After all, the Eighth Prince, who beats the foolish monarch from above and the greedy minister from below, was fictional after all, and his descendants are not great figures.

Zhao Congyu and Zhao Congshi are just a little better than Zhang Jianzhong. They are more intelligent playboys, fighting cocks and walking dogs, and there are many beauties at home, and there are many brothels and restaurants.

I have a bunch of idle gangsters at home, and my green-skinned scoundrels are naturally stained with some scoundrel aura.

"Okay! Just do what you said and go find Zhang Junping. If we don't give us an idea to make money, we will live in the Zhang family and not leave! No matter how powerful Zhang Junping is, he dares to kill you and me?" Zhao Congyu clapped his hands and said.

"Yes, if you lend him Zhang Junping's ten courage, he wouldn't dare to touch a single finger!" Zhao Congshi was never afraid of big things and shouted.

...

After Zhang Junping came out of Qingning Palace, he rushed to the Jiading Camp of the Farm in the south of the city.

"One two one, one two one, one, two, three, four! One two three four!"

When we were a few hundred meters away from the farm camp in the south of the city, we heard neat slogans coming from it.

Three hundred clans were running around the lap, and more than 500 orphans also followed the lap behind to complete the task assigned by Zhang Junping, and used his feet to step on the martial arts field.

Using their feet to step on the martial arts field is not to let them step on it slowly and slowly, but to step on it on the flat and solid ground on it by running.

They ran from the fifth day of the year until now. The clothes on Sanbaijiading's body were wet with sweat, and the ends of their hair were dripping down. They were still persevering until they couldn't run and fell down and could not get up. This was their first task on the first day of the devil training.

It was just an appetizer until I couldn't run, and there were many big meals waiting for them.

Those scouts who follow the circle will naturally not participate in the devil's training. They are just simple sports after breakfast.

They will return to the classroom and follow the teacher to study.

Zhang Junping stood outside the martial arts court, watching one servant after another fall to the ground, and couldn't get up, so he was carried aside by the peddlers hired from the farm, pouring them water and letting them rest.

"Stop!" Zhang Junping shouted to stop until there were still more than a dozen people running on the field.

Zhang Junping stopped and more than a dozen people fell to the ground. Just now, these more than a dozen people were already at the end of their strength and could only rely on a sense of perseverance to support them.

Zhang Junping was still very satisfied with the performance of these 300 students.

People who have been practicing martial arts since childhood have strong roots and are indeed more durable than ordinary people.

They started to eat when they recovered.

Breakfast was very rich for people of this era, with eggs, two for each person, and bone soup and pancakes made with beef bones and pork bones.

Zhang Junping really couldn't afford to raise them by letting them eat beef every day, but the soup made with beef bones and pork bones is also nutritious.

Every morning, a meal of bone soup, eggs, pancakes, and pork stewed with cabbage, pancakes, pickles, millet porridge, and pancakes are enough every seven days. This food standard can ensure that they can support Zhang Junping's devil training.

After a simple break after breakfast, we gathered in the martial arts venue again.

So far, Zhang Junping has not taught them any martial arts, but only taught the foundation-building three-body pile.

The current training task is to exercise their bodies, exercise their legs, waist, arm, and wrist strength.

"Everyone just had a full meal, and it is not suitable for too much intensity. Let's take some simple things to digest and digest food!" Zhang Junping smiled and waved his hand.

The servant brought the props that Zhang Junping had given him.

The props are very simple, a long wooden stick with a rope tied to it, and two large blue bricks tied to the other end of the rope.

Although these blue bricks are not the big blue bricks used on the city wall, each one weighs two or three kilograms, and two blue bricks are only five or six kilograms.

"Pick up the wooden stick, raise your arms flat, shoulder-width, stand on horseback, slowly turn the wooden stick, wrap the rope around the stick until the rope is wrapped all the ropes on the stick! Then turn around and slowly release the rope!" Zhang Junping explained and demonstrated it to them.

"Repeat this way, do a hundred warm-ups first!" Zhang Junping said it very easily and the requirements were very simple, but it sounded like a devil's voice in the ears of Sanbaijiading.

Zhang Junping’s request seems simple, but based on their understanding of Zhang Junping during this period, they often feel simple, and in the end they will suffer.

"Report!"

"explain!"

"Mr. Lang, is it useful for us to practice this?"

"Is it useful? Look at Zhang Yang! He can only practice a simple punch and kick, and he can beat Yanshi Wudi. Why?

It’s not because of his punches and kicks that have any secrets! The secret lies in his foundation that is countless times stronger than you!

So, what you need to do now is not to learn advanced martial arts and superb sword skills, but to consolidate the foundation and then consolidate it!
Chapter completed!