"Which two conditions, General Zhong, please tell me!"

When Ning Fu saw Zhong Yi's attitude relaxed, he was immediately overjoyed.

Zhong Yi pondered for a moment, and then he said, "What do you think of those young men on the threshing floor just now?"

"With proficient martial arts and superb fighting skills, she is worthy of being the queen of generals!"

Ning Fu immediately praised him.

"How about a martial arts competition?"

Zhong Yi asked again.

"this……"

Ning Fu was a little unsure of what Zhong Yi meant, so he hesitated and said again.

"Should be no worse than a martial arts student!"

"That's enough. My family has many descendants, and most of them are taught by me. If I go to martial arts, I must take them with me!"

"Only the ones on the threshing floor?"

Ning Fu felt relieved when he heard this. There were not many young men outside, about thirty or forty, so it was not impossible to enroll them in the martial arts school. They were regarded as rewards for Zhong Yi.

But what Ning Fu didn't expect was that Zhong Yi chuckled and said, "That's just part of it, but don't worry, I will definitely not bring it to martial arts if I am too old."

"How many people are there?"

Ning Fu frowned and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Not many. I did some calculations and found that there are only 1,780 people under the age of 20!"

Zhong Yi chuckled again.

There are eight brothers of this kind, and they are all famous people, so naturally they have a lot of children and grandchildren.

"I……"

Ning Fu wanted to scold her when he heard this, but there were only 1,780 students? The martial arts school had only recruited 200 students in total!

If Zhong Yi is allowed to bring all his descendants to the martial arts school, it means that nearly half of the students in the martial arts school will be of the same caste. What will the martial arts school be called then? Just call it "Zhongjia Military Academy"!

"Old General Zhong, you can bring people to martial arts, but there are too many people!"

Ning Fu stared at the other person and replied.

"Then how many places can you give?"

Zhong Yi has long been prepared to bargain.

"this……"

Ning Fu hesitated for a moment, then finally stretched out his hands and said: "Ten!"

"Come, let's see the guests off!"

Zhong Yi was so angry that he almost splashed tea on Ning Fu's face. The most he bargained for was to cut him in half, but you were better off and cut him straight to his ankles!

"Don't be angry, old general. That's what bargaining is. I'll give you a price, you'll give me a price, and let's pay it back slowly!"

Ning Fu quickly stood up and advised.

Zhong Yi didn't really want to leave, so he sat back again, thought about it and said seriously: "Okay, I sincerely give you a number, one hundred people, there must be no less!"

"twenty!"

Ning Fu finally increased the price. Seeing that Zhong Yi seemed to be angry again, he hurriedly explained: "You reduced it by nearly half, and I doubled it. This is quite fair!"

Zhong Yi was so impressed by Ning Fu, a math geek, that he almost lost his temper.

"ninety!"

Zhong Yi suppressed his anger and quoted again.

"twenty!"

"eighty!"

"twenty!"

"see a visitor out!"

Zhong Yi was really angry this time. He repeatedly gave in, but the other party refused to let go. What was there to talk about?

"Old general, please calm down. Business must be done carefully. The same applies to martial arts enrollment. If you suddenly force hundreds of children from the Zhong family into martial arts, even if I agree, the imperial court will probably not agree!"

When Ning Fu said this, he looked at Zhong Yi's face, and the other party showed a solemn expression.

"So I also think for the sake of the old general. The martial arts school recruits students every year. We can accept twenty this year and another twenty next year. This way we can explain to the court and stimulate the enterprising spirit of the children of the family. After all, only the best

Only then can you enter martial arts study!"

Zhong Yi was so good at planning that he actually wanted to borrow the imperial court's chicken to raise their own eggs. Ning Fu would have liked such a good thing, but the imperial court would definitely not agree!

Ning Fu's words were well-founded, and Zhong Yi also felt that he had been a little careless just now. If he really turned martial arts into a private matter for the Zhong family, he would probably be jealous of the court in the future.

"No more?"

After Zhong Yi pondered for a long time, he still asked unwillingly, but his tone was much looser.

"No more! In five years, hundreds of people from the Zhong family will enter martial arts. This is no longer a small number!"

Ning Fu persuaded with earnest words.

Zhong Yi was silent again for a while, and finally raised his head suddenly and said: "Okay, I agree to this!"

"Great, the old general really understands justice!"

When Ning Fu heard this, he clapped his hands and stood up excitedly. As long as Zhongyi was settled, the next thing would be easy to handle.

At this time, Zhong Yi glanced at Zhe Keshi next to him, and felt a little sad in his heart. In recent years, their Zhong family has never had any outstanding generals. On the contrary, there have been many talents from the Zhe family. The Zhe Keshi in front of him is from the Zhe family.

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Zhong Yi didn't want to see his family decline like this, so after quitting the army, he didn't take any time off. Instead, he trained his descendants every day, hoping to cultivate a few talents.

The emergence of martial arts gave Zhong Yi the hope of reviving his family. After all, his abilities alone were limited. If he could draw on the power of martial arts, he might really be able to cultivate a few people.

"Come here! Prepare wine, I will not return until Uncle Qing Ping and General Zhe get drunk!"

Zhong Yi was also very happy at this time and immediately gave instructions to the servants outside.

"General, didn't you just say there are two conditions?"

Zhe Keshi suddenly reminded him at this moment.

Now Ning Fu also calmed down and looked at Zhe Keshi nervously, worried that the other party would make some unagreeable conditions.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yi laughed and said, "Don't worry about the second condition. Let's talk while eating!"

Soon the servants brought a sumptuous table of wine and food, and the three of them sat around eating and chatting.

However, after Ning Fu took a few bites, he finally couldn't help but asked: "Old General, you'd better tell me the second condition, otherwise I really won't be in the mood to eat."

"Hahaha~, young man still can't keep his temper!"

Zhong Yi laughed loudly and then said again.

"The second condition is imposed by me. I have long heard of Qing Pingbo's talent. The original poem "Qingyu Case" was the best. It was really fascinating. But it is a pity that no poems have been published since then."

"You don't mean to..."

Ning Fu suddenly had a bad feeling, and at the same time he hated himself even more. Why did he want to leave behind the name of a talented scholar in the first place?

"Yes, I would like to ask Uncle Qing Ping to give me a poem. As long as this poem can impress me, I will return to the capital with you right away without saying a word!"

Zhong Yi put forward his conditions with a smile.

The Zhong family originally turned literature into martial arts, and there was a strong tradition of reading in the family. This was completely different from the Zhe family, which was a powerful local family. Zhong Yi originally liked reading, and was particularly interested in poetry, so he proposed such a condition.

"this……"

Ning Fu had the intention to refuse, but he had already come all the way from the capital, and had finally won over Zhong Yi. He couldn't let all his previous efforts go to waste just because of a poem, right?

"Of course, I also know that a good work is rare, so you don't have to worry, Uncle Qingping. If you can't do it now, go back and think about it carefully. I will wait patiently!"

Zhong Yi smiled again and said.

Ning Fu's previous poem "Qingyu Case" made it known to the world that he married an aloof and peerless wife, so Zhong Yi also wanted to use Ning Fu's talent to make himself famous.

"No need!"

Ning Fu suddenly stood up and saw him walking around the hall several times.

Finally, he took down a sword hanging on the wall.

Hearing a "choking" sound, Ning Fu pulled out the sword from its sheath, and a bright light flashed in the hall.

Zhong Yi and Zhe Keshi didn't understand why Ning Fu drew out his sword, and they looked at it with puzzled expressions.

I saw Ning Fu swinging his sword twice, picking up the wine bottle on the table and drinking most of it in one breath, and then finally chanted:

"When I was drunk, I read the sword with the light on, and I dreamed about the trumpet-blowing camp.
To be continued...