In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

Zhao Yu didn't say much.

This is just a side effect of the system.

He casually rubbed the small piece of broken knife he was holding between his fingertips.

They actually managed to roll it into a small iron ball.

Place it on the table.

"Oh dear, this knife is really not good quality."

Zhao Yu wiped his hands with disgust.

"Your Excellency, we'll need to get a better batch later, otherwise how will we protect General Zhao?"

This is an extraordinary master! He is definitely a reclusive master!

Hu Yong swallowed hard.

And judging from this,

This master is a true martial arts fanatic, and he truly loves General Zhao!

As for the fake Zhao Yu, everyone was dumbfounded.

But he dared not show it, lest he be exposed today.

That would really be the end of us.

"Young Master Zhen... possesses divine power!"

Hu Yong immediately changed his tune, his smile brighter than a chrysanthemum.

"Truly a divine being of our time! With your assistance, General Zhao's health is sure to recover!"

Zhao Yu smiled shyly:

"Not at all, it's all thanks to the 'Resurrection Pill' that the general just ate. I was just nearby and smelled its fragrance."

"Yes, yes, yes! It's all due to the medicine!"

The fake Zhao Yu quickly echoed,

They were terrified that this evil star would snap their neck with a single finger.

Hu Yong's eyes darted around.

An idea came to mind.

With such a "foolish, rich, and loving" person, we must make good use of him.

"Young Master Zhen, to be honest..."

Hu Yong lowered his voice, his face mysterious.

"General Zhao still needs a large amount of precious medicinal herbs to recover his strength."

Tomorrow, the county will hold a "Countywide Wealthy Merchants' Commendation Meeting for the Military" at the county government office.

At that time, everyone will contribute money or effort. I wonder, young master…”

"I'll participate!"

Zhao Yu slammed his hand on the table.

"Say no more. Since it's for General Zhao, it's our duty. Even if it means emptying my pockets, I won't blink!"

"I'll definitely bring a 'big gift' tomorrow!"

"Great! That felt good!"

Hu Yong was overjoyed.

"Then tomorrow at this time, General Zhao and I will await your arrival!"

……

The next day.

dusk.

Shuxian County Government Office.

Lobby.

Decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

County Magistrate Hu Yong prepared for this "military appreciation rally".

They invited all the well-known wealthy merchants in the county.

Dozens of round tables were covered with bright red tablecloths.

The table was laden with delicacies from land and sea.

Right above, it's still that imposter.

After Zhao Yu's torturous "hell yoga" session last night...

He was walking with a limp today, but he still stubbornly maintained his arrogant demeanor.

"Cough cough."

"Fellow villagers! Quiet down! Quiet down!"

"Back then, General Zhao fought a bloody battle at Red Cliff for the sake of the Han Dynasty. Now, he has returned from Jiangdong, but his strength is greatly diminished, and he is temporarily residing in our county."

As a place known for its etiquette, shouldn't Shuxian County show some respect?

Hu Yong's eyes swept across the entire room; they were all lambs to the slaughter.

"I propose we establish the 'Zhao Yu Fund,' with each shop contributing five hundred taels to help the General recover."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Five hundred taels.

How is this any different from outright robbery?

They were all like timid wives, not daring to utter a sound.

"What? You think it's not enough?"

Li Daniu's eyes widened, and he slammed his hand on the table.

"Back in the day at Red Cliffs, Zhou Yu offered me a thousand pieces of gold for a single hair, but I refused!"

Giving you this opportunity to show your filial piety is an honor!

The merchants were terrified, but dared not speak out against their anger.

"Well said! General, you are truly a hero!"

Everyone turned around, and there stood the mysterious "Young Master Zhen" (Zhao Yu), waving a folding fan.

He stood up with an expression of admiration.

"Everyone!"

Zhao Yu arrived at the center of the lobby.

Pointing at the counterfeit goods.

"You people are truly ungrateful. Your status as merchants is even lower than that of ordinary people. We've given you this opportunity, don't you understand?"

"Do you know who's sitting up there? That's a living legend! A walking god of war!"

"If it weren't for today, you wouldn't have been able to get in, let alone five hundred taels, or even ten thousand taels."

"In my opinion, five hundred taels is an insult to the general's worth!"

Hu Yong was so happy that his back teeth were almost visible.

This silly kid is really good at it. He doesn't need any training; he's a top-notch "shill."

"Young Master Zhen is right!"

"Five hundred taels is indeed too little. What do you think, young master?"

"In my opinion, it should start at least at a thousand taels!"

"I'll start. My Zhen family is willing to offer three thousand taels! Just to make the general smile!"

The entire audience gasped.

Three thousand taels? Is this guy crazy?

The fake Zhao Yu was so excited that the black powder on his face almost fell off.

"but--"

Zhao Yu changed the subject,

"Before I donate the money, I have a request that I am not obliged to make."

Hu Yong was taken aback.

But I didn't take it seriously; he was just a somewhat strong idiot.

What unreasonable request could there be?

"Please speak, my lord, General Zhao will certainly grant your request."

"I have heard that General Zhao not only possesses profound internal strength, but also unparalleled external skills."

During the Battle of Huarong Road, the general possessed a unique skill that astonished the world, known as the "Iron Mountain Lean."

However, there are too many people today, so it's not convenient to demonstrate. But if we're looking for an opening, could we perhaps perform the "Vajra One-Finger Zen"?

"What...what Zen?"

Li Daniu was dumbfounded.

He had never even heard of it, and it wasn't in the script either.

"General, please don't be modest!"

"Legend has it that you can use an ordinary bamboo chopstick to pierce an iron shield from ten paces away in an instant!"

Today, all the wise men have gathered, and everyone has prepared their money. All that's needed is for the general to demonstrate this skill.

Let's broaden our horizons; everyone is convinced that this thousand taels is fair and square!

Do you all agree?

Praise to death!

They're just trying to flatter you to death.

Upon hearing this, the merchants

Although I felt this request was a bit outrageous.

But as long as it buys time or makes the fat guy look foolish, that's good too.

So they all started to make a fuss:

"Yes! We want to see amazing skills!"

"No performance, no pay!"

"Show me what you've got! Show me what you've got!"

If the fake Zhao Yu dares to refuse,

That's a guilty conscience, that's a big liar.

Hu Yong was getting a little anxious and gave Li Daniu a meaningful look:

Aren't you strong?

Is it really that hard to poke a piece of wood with chopsticks?

Hurry up and give it a performance!

Zhao Yu didn't care and had already handed over a chopstick.

The fake Zhao Yu stared at the chopsticks, cold sweat pouring down his face.

He can poke tofu, but what about poking wood?

Do we still have to be ten steps apart?

Is this something a human could do?

"Cough cough..."

I could only feign composure and take the chopsticks.

"Well... the wind direction is wrong today, it might affect your accuracy."

"Hey, where did that wind come from in the lobby?"

Zhao Yu walked over and closed the window tightly.

"General, the wind has died down. Please proceed."

The fake Zhao Yu gritted his teeth.

I'll risk it! At worst, I'll just say the chopsticks are bad quality!

He stood up and gestured for a long time.

Like holding a dagger,

He poked it down at the "golden cauldron".

Unsurprisingly.

"Click."

The chopsticks broke.

Only one mark was left.

Instead, the stubble pricked my finger and broke the skin.

The pain made him hiss and gasp.

I almost cried.