"Come in!"

Zhao Zhongjun went all the way in and saw that the surrounding flowers and trees were lush and vibrant.

The yard was originally very empty, but after Shen An bought the house, he asked someone to plant a lot of flowers and trees.

In the height of summer, these flowers and trees are lush and beautiful.

There is a bench on the right side of the courtyard with flowers blooming on the side.

Guoguo sat on the bench, a pair of small short legs swaying slightly, hands on her cheeks, staring at the swing.

Two pieces of wood had been buried on the sides, and the bars were installed, and the small seats were connected with ropes underneath.

The swing had been completed, and Shen An was working on the vines.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Guoguo couldn't wait to play on the swing, and Aunt Chen was also ready on the side.

Shen An wrapped the vines around it and said, "Don't worry, a good meal is not afraid of being late." Let's wrap the vines around and wait until next year...... Guoguo, next year's swing is intertwined with green leaves and flowers, do you like it? ”

When Guoguo heard it, she said happily: "I like it!" ”

Shen An wrapped the vines and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

Guoguo slid off the bench, and then couldn't wait to run over, shouting as he ran: "Brother is so good!" ”

Those girls in the county king's mansion don't have an older brother to make swings, let alone a brother who is willing to play with them.

So Guoguo's words are very reasonable.

Shen An smiled and said, "Don't push too high." ”

Aunt Chen answered, and Shen An turned around.

"What's the hurry?"

Zhao Zhongjun looked at the cheering Guoguo, and felt that some envy was spreading.

But he is the eldest in the family, and he doesn't have an older brother to spoil him.

"Brother Anbei, the outside world said that you were slandering the Great Song boy, and the crowd was excited!"

"Big Song boy? How many boys does Da Song have? ”

If someone else hears the news, most of them will be weak in their feet.

But Shen An was very excited.

This kind of Shen An gave Zhao Zhongjun a headache.

"But those people are going to be angry......"

"Then angry!"

As soon as he thought of the scene that Qianfu was referring to, Shen An was in a happy mood.

Does my brother have a tendency to be abused?

Wang Yan also rushed to hear the news, and Zhao Zhongjun finally got rid of the situation of being alone.

He said to Wang Yan: "Yuan Ze, Brother Anbei doesn't listen to persuasion!" ”

Wang Yan opened the folding fan and fanned it a few times, and then asked, "What did you persuade?" ”

Zhao Zhongjun said: "In the competition three days later, I felt that those students had no chance of winning. If they lose, those people will think that Brother Anbei is deliberate, knowing that the students can't beat the village soldiers and still come to compete, which is belittling and slandering the scholars. ”

Wang Yan brushed away the folding fan and said with a smile: "Those are just fools, Brother Anbei, the younger brother suggested that the township soldiers should directly pretend to lose, so that they will have no face to see when the time comes." ”

This is Wang Yan's style.

As long as he thinks that you are an opponent, that brother will find a way to kill you, so that you will not be able to turn over for the rest of your life, and you will have to step on a few feet.

Zhao Zhongjun said in a tangled manner: "But this has some loopholes after all, and it has a bad reputation, or ...... Drugged the villagers, so they did their best, but they couldn't catch it...... The younger brother thinks this is the best. ”

Wang Yan looked at Zhao Zhongjun in surprise, "You are so black-bellied?" ”

He had always thought that Zhao Zhongjun was an innocent teenager, but after hearing this suggestion, he felt ......

We're the same kind!

But Zhao Zhongjun said innocently: "This is the idea of the staff at home, but it has nothing to do with so." ”

Wang Yan sighed, then opened the folding fan and fanned.

Shen An felt that these two teenagers were black-bellied, which was incompatible with his loyal and honest temperament.

"Brother Anbei, it's time to make up your mind."

Wang Yan urged: "Make up your mind early, we can find the loopholes earlier, and then make up for them one by one......"

Zhao Zhongjun also nodded in agreement.

Neither of them was optimistic about the students of Guozijian.

No, it's that the entire Bianliang City is not optimistic about the students.

The performance of those village soldiers after entering the city fell in the eyes of those who had a heart, they were scattered in the city, and those sergeants searched everywhere, but later found only a small part.

These villagers are good!

As for students...... Isn't that a representation of the powerlessness of the chicken?

Shen An stood with his hands in his hands, watching Guoguo sitting on the swing, pushed by Aunt Chen, he smiled slightly, and said: "One year tree valley, ten years of trees, a hundred years of people, the Great Song Dynasty needs young people who are both civil and military, and it needs those young people who do not despise martial artists, so ...... Don't underestimate them. ”

……

When Zhao Zhongjun returned home, Zhao Yunrang called him for questioning.

"He won't fake?"

Zhao Zhongjun said with a bitter face: "Weng Weng, not only did he refuse to lie, but he also said that he wanted to teach the students of Guozijian to become talents with both civil and military skills, but ...... Weng Weng, how can there be any civil and military skills! Han Qi said that he was both civil and military, but on the battle array, he was not as good as a scholar who had not been admitted to the Jinshi exam...... But apart from him, there are still people in the Great Song Dynasty who are both civil and military? ”

The Great Song Dynasty has a clear distinction between civil and military affairs, no, it is a clear distinction between martial artists.

A warrior is a warrior, don't cross the line.

Di Qing just crossed the line, dared to sneak into the Privy Council, and then was killed.

But civil officials do not have this taboo, they can be men and women...... No, it's a martial art, if you want to be literate, if you want to be martial, if you want to be martial.

That's why there are military attachés who lead the army to fight, but the regulations and strategies are strange things that civilian officials decide.

Gotta hit here!

Hold on, persistence is hope!

Resist! Reinforcements are coming soon!

What bullshit is dangerous? If you don't attack again, the old man will kill you like a chicken!

Oh, and the emperor.

Before the war, the DPRK and China will also send a formation map, and your baby can only fight according to this formation map, and the wrong prison army will kill you.

Yes, and the Overseers!

Under such a system, civil officials are like fish in water, hearty, and they have enough energy to guide the country.

Zhao Yunrang sighed for a long time, "There are people who are both civil and military, and there are quite a few." ”

Zhao Zhongjun asked curiously: "How can there be Weng Weng?" ”

In Zhao Zhongjun's impression, the so-called civil and military shuangquan is fake.

Zhao Yunrang said lightly: "There were many in the Han and Tang Dynasties. At that time, the literati could kill the enemy when they got on the horse, and they could herdsmen when they got off the horse......"

Zhao Zhongjun frowned and said, "Weng Weng, many people ...... Those Zaifu also seem to boast of getting on their horses to kill the enemy, and dismounting the herdsmen ......"

The highest goal of the literati is to assist the king in achieving prosperity, but there must be murder in this process.

Therefore, both civil and military is their ultimate dream.

Even if they know that they can't do it, they will hypnotize, and after hypnosis again and again, they firmly believe that they are both civil and military.

So they began to ask Ying to go to the army to fight, and then confidently began to point fingers.

And then......

"Zaisuke?"

Zhao Yunrang waved his hand, and Asu stopped beating his back and helped him cover his clothes.

But Zhao Yunrang pulled the placket open with his backhand, and said nonchalantly: "This is the grandson of the old man, what are you afraid of!" ”

The old rascal didn't care that his appearance of exposing his breasts would affect his image, and he said very shyly: "Those Zaifu are bullshit!" ”

He said disdainfully: "Don't say it's to get on the horse and kill the enemy, they don't even know how to be herdsmen, they're just a bunch of liars." ”

Zhao Zhongjun was surprised, but Zhao Yunrang didn't feel that he was instilling negative information in his grandson, but raised his voice.

"When you are a court and a court, who dares to say that you are both civil and military? Who dares to say that the old man smoked him to death, and smoked such a shameless dog to death, if you want to come to the official family, you will feel that the old man is eliminating harm for the people. ”

Zhao Zhongjun felt that something was not quite right, "Weng Weng, can you ...... Can ......"

"What a fart!"

Zhao Yunrang scolded: "I just want to suppress the martial artists, let alone kill the enemy, let them kill the chicken, they won't kill it!" ”

……

"It's your turn to kill chickens today."

A student stands in the kitchen with a tied rooster at his feet.

Recently, the cook has to instruct a student to kill chickens every day, and he has long been a little impatient, so he said coldly: "First tear off the chicken feathers on your neck, pinch your neck backwards, and then cut it with a kitchen knife...... The blood vessels must be cut, otherwise this rooster will not die, and will toss everywhere......"

The student was at a loss and said, "Students don't kill chickens...... I don't know how to get ......."

The cook would help at first, but after being warned, he understood what he had to do.

"I can only say that I won't help you, otherwise Guozijian will drive me out, do you understand?"

The student was stunned, and the cook raised his eyebrows and said, "I told the story, and the student Guozijian who can't kill chickens won't ask for it." ”

"Why?"

The students were timid and a little aggrieved.

The cook said proudly: "The story said, even chickens can't be killed, if the family is sick, you want to boil a chicken soup to make up for your body, who do you find to help you kill chickens?" And raising children to prevent aging...... He can't even kill a chicken, and the son is not for the elderly, but for the old. What is that son called......

The cook scratched his head and suddenly remembered, "That's called retribution!" He was born to repay his son. ”

The student squatted down with a bitter face and grabbed the with one hand.

"Giggles!"

The rooster probably knew that the crisis was coming, so he struggled hard, and slapped his wings on the student's face.

"Help......

More than an hour later, the student came out.

His face was bloodied and his eyes were squinted. His clothes were crumpled and bloodstained in many places.

His hands had turned red, and he looked extremely sluggish.

He was a little absent-minded in class that day, and when class was about to end, someone suddenly came to inform him that he was allowed to go home and stay that night.

After returning home, the family panicked when they saw him covered in blood, and hurriedly asked for warmth and asked about the situation.

"The child killed the chicken today......"

He recalled the whole process of killing chickens, and then gradually calmed down.

The family did not complain after learning about the rules of the Guozijian, but only said that it was a good thing.

But any sensible parent knows that this is a good thing.

Under the guidance of his family, his mood gradually stabilized.

That's why he was allowed to go home and sleep today.

The next morning, before dawn, he hurried to the Guozijian.

After arriving at Guozijian, Shen An was already there, Guo Qian and others were also there, but the atmosphere was a little tense.

"You killed the chicken yesterday?"

Shen An asked very gently.

The student suddenly felt a little proud, so he raised his head and said, "Tell the story, it was the student who killed the chicken yesterday." ”

Shen An smiled: "Very good, let's return to the team." ”

……

Happy Fifth Lunar New Year......

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