Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 167: You want to shut me up with just this little thing?

Teacher Sun, would you like to have a drink?

All the students turned to look at Zhang Yuan.

Master Gu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Master Xun shrank his neck.

Even Lu Renyi, who had joined the army, looked at Zhang Yuan with curiosity.

Is this person familiar with Sun Ze?

If there really is a connection, maybe after passing the assessment, you will be assigned a slightly better job.

"No, it's just a chance meeting again, right?" Hu Tang murmured as he looked at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan thought about it and nodded, "If I have to say it, it can be considered two-sided."

……

Sun Ze was talking about the official system, from the Qin Dynasty's Nine-Rank System to the Three Departments and Six Ministries, and then to the ranks of civil and military meritorious officials, and he covered the merits and rewards at each level.

Although these are common sense, there are many twists and turns in them, and Sun Ze explained them clearly.

In particular, the Qin Dynasty attached great importance to the military and took pride in military achievements. In order to ensure the military merit system, the hereditary succession of military nobles, how to determine titles, etc., there are many stories involved.

Before I knew it, half an hour had passed.

"After a hundred battles, you will be crowned a marquis, and your wife and children will be blessed with titles. This is the glory of a warrior and the duty of a soldier. Everyone, work hard." Sun Ze bowed on the stage and then quietly stepped down.

Everyone waited for him to leave, and only then did the school go from quiet to noisy.

"This Lord Sun spoke eloquently, and he really spoke well."

"Damn it! Being buried outside the Great Wall and being granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households is worth it even if I die."

Sun Ze's class made everyone excited.

Zhang Yuan calculated his military achievements and roughly understood that he was just at the rank of Viscount, which was far from the rank of Earl or Marquis.

Yu Zhentang, the chief of the Black Ice Platform, and others said that Zhang Yuan's achievements were worthy of being made a marquis, but that was just talk and should not be taken seriously.

There were no classes in the morning, so everyone went their separate ways.

Hu Tang turned and looked at Zhang Yuan.

"I'm going to the library."

Zhang Yuan spoke.

"Ahem, I'm going to exercise my muscles. I haven't been active these days, so my body is all rusty." Hu Tang turned his head away.

"Let's go. We just saw some pretty good equipment in the square." Hong Yang replied quickly.

Reading, it is impossible to read.

Zhang Yuan shook his head and went straight to the library.

He was not the only one who went to the library. Several other students went there with him. On the way, he asked Zhang Yuan about it. When he heard Zhang Yuan say that he had only met Lord Sun Ze once, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he was a military officer who came to report on his work, so it was normal for him to have met Sun Ze before.

When they arrived at the library, several students went directly to the second floor.

Zhang Yuan wanted to go back to the first floor to read, but Lu Renyi, who had arrived from a distance, waved his hand and whispered, "Lord Sima is reading here, you should go somewhere else."

Lord Sima?

Zhang Yuan nodded and went upstairs.

"By the way, Zhang, Nineteen, are you familiar with Lord Sun Ze?" Lu Renyi said.

"I wouldn't say I know him well. I met him once when he was the magistrate of Yong'an County and I went there on business. That was two times." After Zhang Yuan finished speaking, he went straight upstairs.

"Two sides, that's all..." Looking at Zhang Yuan's back, Lu Renyi whispered softly.

There are not many good positions arranged for this training.

If we have only met twice, it doesn't mean we have a deep friendship.

……

On the first floor of the library, next to a bookshelf, Zhou Ru was holding a book, looking up and around from time to time.

Not far away, although Sima Zhou Zhengtong and Zuo Qiu Ren were talking in low voices, their attention was completely focused on the direction where Zhou Ru was standing.

They are waiting for someone.

Zhang Yuan was reading on the second floor and didn't come down until noon.

As I walked downstairs, I heard a surprise call.

"Brother!" Zhou Ru walked forward quickly, his face full of joy.

"Brother, my father is here. He has been waiting for you for a long time and just left."

"I, I'll take you to see my father. He's a high-ranking official."

Senior official?

Zhang Yuan understood, chuckled and shook his head.

He really helped Zhou Ru just out of convenience.

The reason why Zhou Ru's boxing can have such a spectacular effect is that his own kind-hearted character happens to be in perfect harmony with his boxing style.

"Well, then, big brother, take a look at my boxing skills. When I demonstrated my boxing skills to father and the others yesterday, it felt very special. It was as if I had really transformed into a wild bull."

Zhou Ru clenched his fist and spoke with anticipation on his face.

Transform into a wild bull?

Is that the true understanding of the true meaning of boxing, and one step away from great perfection?
Zhang Yuan nodded, glanced around, and then said, "Let's find a secluded place."

Zhou Ru's eyes lit up and he whispered, "I know a place. I usually go there to practice boxing."

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The northwest corner behind the martial arts school.

The place is extremely remote and quiet.

It's a small courtyard, but it's quite clean.

A white-haired old man in a coarse cloth robe opened the courtyard gate and looked at the two figures walking on the path with a smile on his face.

"Zhou boy, come to practice boxing with me again?"

"When you become a master of boxing, will you treat me to a drink?"

The old man smiled and looked at Zhang Yuan behind Zhou Ru.

Zhang Yuan bowed, then raised his badge: "Zhang Nineteen, greetings to the old gentleman."

On the way here, Zhou Ru told Zhang Yuan that he did not dare to practice boxing in crowded places because many people laughed at him, so he found a secluded courtyard.

Later, the owner of the courtyard returned. Not only did he not drive him away, he also promised him that he could come to the courtyard at any time.

The owner of the courtyard is a very nice old man.

Zhou Ru didn't understand, but Zhang Yuan saw clearly that the person who could own such a small courtyard in such a secluded place for martial arts was not an ordinary person.

Zhou Ru handed over the preserved fruit in his hand and whispered, "Grandpa Ji, Big Brother taught me boxing, which made me very powerful."

"This is the preserved fruit my mother made. I don't give it to outsiders."

"You can't tell anyone about my amazing growth. My mother said that those who laugh at me have bad intentions. If they know how powerful I am, they will harm me."

He has a simple and honest nature and speaks very sincerely.

It's just that outsiders always laugh at him, which makes him unwilling to talk to others.

The old man laughed and took the preserved fruit: "You think you can shut me up with just this little thing?"

"You have to bring it at least two more times, no, three more times."

As he spoke, the old man carried some preserved fruits and asked Zhang Yuan and Zhou Ru to walk into the courtyard.

In addition to the two-meter-square bluestone area in the courtyard, there is also a wooden table under the grape trellis. There are many pens and inks on the table, as well as scattered scrolls with the ink still wet.

The old man walked back to the wooden table and continued painting, while Zhang Yuan and Zhou Ru stood on the bluestone ground.

Zhou Ru clenched his fists and stood in the middle of the field, but did not take any action.

After a moment, a look of dejection appeared on his face, and he looked down at his fist: "Brother, I, I can't do it anymore."

"I don't feel like I'm incarnating a wild bull anymore."

Don’t feel like turning into a wild bull?
Zhang Yuan nodded.

This is probably because without a sufficient state of mind, it is impossible to understand the spirit of boxing.

After all, a large part of Zhou Ru's boxing skills were acquired through his initiation.

Looking at Zhou Ru, Zhang Yuan suddenly took a step forward.

Behind him, a bull figure appeared and punched Zhou Ru in the chest.

The old man in front of the wooden table suddenly looked up, frowned, and stopped writing with the ink brush in his hand.

The next moment, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)