In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

He paused for two minutes, his expression still seemingly one of shock and bewilderment.

The surrounding crowd was completely silent, all waiting for Wu Ju's reaction. And because Xiang Liang was also present, no one dared to take the lead.

After his initial shock, Xiang Liang regained his composure. He looked disdainfully at his two nephews kneeling there to beg for forgiveness and curled his lip.

You two little rascals, you played so dirty.

Having been immersed in this field for a long time, Xiang Liang and Wu Ju could naturally see what kind of tricks Xiang Yu and Xiang An were up to, but those around them didn't know. All they knew was that the two brothers knew they were wrong! And their attitude in admitting their mistake was very sincere!

All eyes were on Wu Ju.

Just then, Wu Ju made a move.

His face underwent a transformation from blank stare to tears of emotion within two or three seconds.

"You two... how could I possibly punish you physically?"

“You are certainly wrong, but as the teacher, if what I was teaching hadn’t been a bit dry and boring, you wouldn’t have been bored. I am also wrong, so how could I blame you?”

"Come, let me help you take the brambles down."

His face was covered in tears of "emotion," and his body was trembling, as if he were truly moved.

Wu Ju didn't complain about the pain. He grabbed the thorns on Xiang Yu's back, picked them up, and threw them aside. Then he grabbed the thorns on Xiang An's back and threw them aside as well. His hands and arms were bleeding from the thorns.

But Wu Ju didn't care at all. He trembled as he helped Xiang Yu and Xiang An up and embraced the two brothers.

That trembling could be from "being moved" or it could be from pain.

“In the future, I will try to tell more interesting stories.” His gaze was also very “sincere.”

"Thank you, sir, for your forgiveness!"

We know we were wrong!

Xiang Liang rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

Let Wu Ju continue teaching them from now on. Anyway, it was his own request, so Zi Shu and Wu Ju will teach them together.

"These two little brats are quite clever..." A playful smile played on his lips. "There's no need to worry about them not knowing how to manage their subordinates in the future."

At the center of the crowd, however, there was still a harmonious scene between teachers and students.

This incident has finally become a well-known and celebrated story.

......

After seeing the two brothers off and bandaging the wound on his arm, Wu Ju collapsed onto the bed, utterly despondent.

"I've been tricked..." His eyes were lifeless, and his groans were as weak as his remaining life force.

"What's wrong, my husband? Why are you so distressed? Weren't those two young men here to apologize?" His wife was sitting beside him, giving his wounds further treatment.

“You don’t understand.” Wu Ju said with a bitter expression, “From now on, I can’t even teach them to lose their temper. If they are not careful, they will be labeled as petty and narrow-minded.”

"Huh? That can't be right. Those two young masters look dignified; they wouldn't be the kind of people to resort to such petty tricks, would they?" His wife was somewhat skeptical.

“…I used to think that way too.” Wu Ju was in great pain. “But I shouldn’t be in pain for long. In a couple of days, Zishu will come to receive instruction from those two little…boys. Then I won’t be needed anymore, and I’ll be free!”

Winter, winter, winter.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"You lie still, I'll go open the door." The wife went to open the door.

The visitor was Zishu.

"Brother Wu, I heard that those two young masters from the Xiang family came to you this morning to apologize. Now everyone in the surrounding area is praising those two young masters for daring to admit their mistakes and praising you for your magnanimity." Zishu's expression was extremely happy.

"...Laugh if you want, but what are you here for? Did you come here just to make fun of me?" Wu Ju picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Zishu's expression froze for a moment, then turned ashen.

"Lord Xiang sent me to find you... to discuss the matter of jointly teaching the two young masters in the future."

"puff--"

Wu Ju sprayed a mouthful of tea all over Zi Shu's face.

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Please take one day off.

I've been having a migraine, so I'm taking a day off. I'll try to make up for today's update if I have time in the next day or two. Thank you everyone (bows).

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Chapter 797 Pangxia Three Villages

the next day.

With his arm still wrapped in cloth, Wu Ju, feeling as if he were facing death, arrived at the place where he usually taught the two sons of the Xiang family.

Zishu had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw Wu Ju, who was usually at odds with him and had even sprayed tea all over his face yesterday, for some reason, he did not feel annoyed. Instead, he felt a sense of shared sorrow.

"Brother Wu, I never imagined that Zishu would one day die with you."

"Zi Shu..."

The two looked at each other in silence, their expressions filled with sorrow.

Xiang Yu and Xiang An arrived quickly as well. The two of them taught him for a while, filled with anxiety, only to discover...

They do seem to be taking this more seriously now?

While it wasn't the kind of intense, focused studying, it was at least not to the point of falling asleep.

Seeing the surprised and frightened expressions on the two gentlemen's faces, Xiang An scratched his head with a wry smile: "Gentlemen, there's no need to be so afraid of us brothers."

"Although our apology yesterday had some ulterior motives, it was indeed our attitude to apologize."

Xiang Yu placed his hands on his knees: "At the very least, we should not be people who lack virtue; this is what Uncle expects of us."

"Of course, it would be even better if what the two gentlemen said could be more interesting."

Xiang Liang stood outside the room, stroking his beard with a satisfied smile on his face.

Finally, I can go and handle my own affairs with peace of mind.

However, it's not enough for the two of them to just learn knowledge. I'll have to find the fourth brother later and teach them military strategy.

The descendants of Chu will surely destroy Qin. Even if they cannot destroy it now, future generations will certainly do so!

In any case, the art of war must be passed down, and these two lads are so skilled; perhaps I can try it myself in my lifetime...

No, I don't want to think that far ahead.

take it easy.

......

May.

North of Pei, east of the Huai River.

This place is called Pangshan.

The villagers of Zijia Village at the foot of Pangshan Mountain must be having a tough time lately.

For some reason, the seeds planted in the ground after spring planting this year have not sprouted for a long time. Only in the last month or two have they just started to sprout some weak little buds.

"What should we do..." The village head of Zijia Village wiped the sweat from his brow, his aged face showing an expression of urgency that was almost tearful.

Since the beginning of spring, the entire Zijia Village has been busy with spring plowing, and this is exactly the result they were waiting for, so how could he not be anxious?

It wasn't just the Qin Dynasty's tax revenue that was in a hurry; the most important thing was the people's stomachs.

If these crops don't continue to grow, what will happen to Zijia Village this year?

He sat on the ridge of the field, holding a handful of soil, his mouth wide open, his expression sorrowful.

We've tried everything, but the crops just won't grow.

His hands hung limply, and dirt flowed from his fingertips like water.

"...Mountain Lord, what should I do...?"

He turned his head to look at Pangshan.

Pangshan Mountain looked like it had bald patches, with patches of green and earthy brown. Apart from the evergreen trees, the other trees had not sprouted since the beginning of spring, and even the tips of the evergreen trees had turned yellow.

"...Mountain Lord!" The old village head suddenly realized something and stood up abruptly.

"Something must have happened to the mountain lord! How come I didn't realize it all these days!"

He climbed up the ridge of the field, his hunched figure jogging all the way back to his house, where he searched for his books and scrolls.

"We need to contact the village heads of the surrounding villages. People from Pangshan are not allowed to enter; only those who hold the Tiger King's Seal are allowed to go up the mountain to offer incense."

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a while, he finally found the Tiger King Slip in a collection of books. The Tiger King Slip was engraved with a fierce tiger descending the mountain. It was slightly worn and its color was dull, but as soon as Old Li held the old wooden slip in his hand, he felt at ease.

"Logically, one should offer incense to the Mountain God in June, but now, we must see the Mountain God earlier than planned..."

The Fairy Tree Romance

Zili was holding Hu Junjian when she sat down on the ground, clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes.

"Oh, Lord Mountain... I've offended you..."

......

Without delay, the village head immediately called two farmers to follow him to the neighboring village.

There are three villages at the foot of Pangshan Mountain. One is Wujia Village, which faces south and is the farthest from the Huai River. Another is Yangjia Village, which is the largest village in terms of area and is located on the west side of Pangshan Mountain. The third is Zijia Village, which is the richest village on the north side of Pangshan Mountain. The three villages are located on three sides of Pangshan Mountain and have frequent interactions. Although there have been conflicts and frictions, they are all people of Pangshan Mountain and can be considered to have a relatively harmonious relationship.

Zili Zheng first went to Yangjia Village and met Yang Yi, the village head of Yangjia Village.

Yang Yi had only been the head of the Yang family for a short time, just over thirty years old, and when he saw the head of the Zi family arrive, he greeted him with great anxiety.

"How is Zijia Village today?" Yang Yi looked at the old village head of Zijia, his whole being exuding an almost overflowing sense of anxiety.

"Not good, Yang Yi. Seeing how agitated you are, it seems the Yang family is also..."

Yang Yi looked distressed and slapped his thigh: "That's right, I don't know what's wrong with this land, the crops we planted haven't grown at all. To be honest, I was there checking on the land before you came."

“What’s the use of looking at it…” Zijia Village’s headman, Zibo, was fifty years old this year. Like Yang Yi, he was a village headman in the area. He sighed, “I came to find you because of this matter.”