The soldiers returned to the school grounds after a day's rest and found that they had finally gotten rid of the boring queue training and were allowed to pick up weapons and practice.
They were divided into two groups, one group received shields and daggers, and the other group received spears.
Therefore, for three hours in the morning, half of the people repeatedly slashed with their swords and blocked with their shields.
The other half faced the straw man tied up in front of them, practicing thrusting their spears - stepping - and piercing them back and forth.
What should I do if I get tired from practicing
When tired, the reenactment team feels like adjustment.
Practice from Pingdan to meal time.
When the cooks brought the food and the whole army took a break to eat, many soldiers' hands shaking when carrying bowls and chopsticks.
Amid the sounds of swallowing in the camp, the sound of chopsticks falling could be heard from time to time.
"When practicing formation, I disliked it being boring, and looked forward to practicing martial arts earlier every day." Yang Luhou said with a bitter face, "If I had known, it would be better to practice formation for a few more days. I can hardly lift my right arm to pick up a bowl." ”
Several of his brothers laughed and said, "You don't have to eat if you can't lift the bowl. Just share the meat and vegetables in your bowl with your brothers."
Yang Luhou protected the bowl and chopsticks: "It's just a joke, don't be like this."
A soldier named Dengzhu said: "Six monkeys, don't be lazy. The expedition is just around the corner. This time you can't ask Brother Sheng to divide your heads to make up the number."
Yang Luhou stopped talking and buried his head to eat rice.
Another man named Cai Shishiwu answered: "Zhuzi is the first one among us, except Brother Sheng, to get killed. When the enemy troops came in overwhelming numbers, I was so scared that my legs went weak. I just watched Zhuzi rush up. I chopped down an enemy before I had the courage to follow him, and I was so stunned that I barely managed to get a head from behind."
Dengzhu stopped his chopsticks and said: "I'm different from you. I still have an old lady in the slave camp in Jiangcheng. I just want to get another head as soon as possible, free my mother from slavery as soon as possible, bring her over, and join me." Let’s have a good few days together.”
Yang Sheng heard from the side and put his arm on Deng Zhu's shoulder: "Let's fight this battle well. As long as you get the head, you can pick up whoever you want. The left and right sides of my house are empty. I will live in them when the time comes." That."
After hearing this, several people became excited, including some of their family members, who felt their bodies were filled with energy. Even those who are single are full of longing for a future life with a family.
The meal is over.
Mo Qiaosheng, "Mo Yan Wang", ascended to the general platform, and amid the wails of the whole army, announced that all the troops would resist Shang Shumu and run out of the city for a long distance.
A long queue ran on the forest path outside the city.
"Give it to me." Yang Sheng ran past the panting Yang Luhou and said.
"No, no, Brother Sheng, my six monkeys can't rely on you forever. Today I have to carry it by myself."
Han Shen, the centurion of the Jia Mao Team, was scolding the soldiers in his team who were gradually lagging behind. Suddenly he saw a centurion in his team running past him with two logs on his shoulders.
He stepped forward and asked, "A-Yuan, what are you doing?"
"Team, captain, look." A Yuan breathed heavily and kept walking, "That man, he carries double copies every time, and sometimes three copies. He is already a knighthood. I heard that he went there yesterday I received a house and two hundred acres of land, but I can’t even afford a piece of cloth.”
Han Shen looked up and saw that the annoying Jiachen team was running in front of them again.
The whole team from Centurion on down were all slaves. Centurion Yang Sheng had no self-awareness at all. He was arrogant and arrogant. He would not stop until he led the team to surpass the Jia Mao team he led every time.
"Damn it, I'll carry two more from now on." Han Shen spat on the ground, took the wood from the shoulder of the last thin soldier in the team, put it on his shoulders, and ran forward.
Returning from a long run of more than twenty miles with a heavy load.
Yang Luhou's hands and feet were so weak that he could hardly walk. He said to Deng Zhu who was helping him walk: "Zhu...Brother Zhu Zhu, I really can't walk anymore. You can go first and leave me alone."
"Look over there." Dengzhu didn't move. He tilted his face and said, "Brother Sheng is going to challenge King Mo Yan again."
Yang Luhou stood up straight and happened to see Yang Sheng blocking Mo Qiaosheng who had just stepped off the stage.
"Sir Colonel." Yang Sheng clasped his fists and performed a military salute. "Sir Colonel, he led the circle and showed no sign of fatigue. I really can't wait to accept it."
"I don't know if you have time today, sir, so I'll give you some advice." He spoke modestly, but his expression was a little arrogant. He set up camp every day, and as long as he could stop him, he would stop Mo Qiaosheng from comparing, even though every time They all lost, but they still showed no fear.
Mo Qiaosheng didn't say much. He took off his shirt and said, "Yes, today we will compare fighting techniques."
The two men were as tall as a pair of men, with tight muscles. They bent over and stared at each other closely.
Yang Sheng looked closely at the man opposite him.
This man had a pair of cold eyes with a chilling fighting intent. When he stared at him, it reminded him of the wolf he encountered in the wilderness when he was a child.
When a wolf sees its prey, it will also show this look, which makes people feel chills on the back of their necks and makes them want to turn around and run away.
But he, Yang Sheng, had never run away since he was a child.
The stronger the opponent, the more excited he is.
Yang Sheng roared and rushed forward.
Before he could pounce, his ankle hurt and he suddenly lost his balance.
Yang Sheng rolled around on the ground, quickly got up, and rushed towards Mo Qiaosheng again.
This time, he saw that as he approached, Mo Qiaosheng quickly kicked towards his lower body.
Just after Mo Qiaosheng's surprise attack, Yang Sheng felt a sudden pain in the crook of his knee, which made his left leg go weak and he almost knelt down. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from falling, and punched Mo Qiaosheng directly in the face. At the same time, he kicked Mo Qiaosheng in the crotch.
Mo Qiaosheng held his arms, legs and feet.
The two were in a stalemate for a moment, and Mo Qiaosheng swung Yang Sheng's arms away, punched him directly in the chest with both fists, and knocked him back several steps.
"You can't do this. This is just a way of fighting. Come, I'll teach you the real fighting skills." Mo Qiaosheng stopped Yang Sheng who wanted to attack again.
"Sir Captain, can we also learn from me?" a soldier onlookers asked with his face flushed.
"Yes, teach us too, Mr. Captain."
"Teach us, Mo Yan... uh, no, Lord Colonel."
Before returning to camp, the soldiers who stayed to watch shouted loudly one by one.
"Okay, what's your name? Come here and demonstrate." Mo Qiaosheng pointed to the first soldier to speak.
"My name is A Yuan. Thank you very much, Mr. Captain."
Mo Qiaosheng caught A Yuan's arms and began to explain the key points of fighting techniques.
"Yes, your arm strength is very strong. On the battlefield, you can defeat ten with one strength. From now on, pay attention to continue to strengthen." Mo Qiaosheng praised.
He Lanzhen came outside the school grounds and heard the shouting and shouting in the grounds.
This Xiao Mo was so motivated that it was already past the time to close the camp, yet he always stayed up until so late.
In the venue at this moment,
A Yuanzheng was holding back his face and flushed, but he still couldn't shake the iron-like arm on the other side.
Suddenly, a roar came from afar: "Xiao Mo, the lord has summoned you and I to go to the camp to answer the call."
The hands that were firmly holding A Yuan's arms suddenly loosened their grip. A Yuan immediately lost control of his strength and knocked Captain Mo down.
"Hug... I'm sorry." A Yuan hurriedly helped his commander up.
But he saw a suspicious blush on his face, a Shangguan who had always been strict and cold.
I must be dazzled, A Yuan thought.
Mo Qiaosheng stood up, patted the dirt on his body, said a few words, and hurriedly left the school with He Lanzhen.
The two came to the main hall where Cheng Qianye was.
Several non-commissioned officers were already in front of Cheng Qianye, reporting on the recent military battle conditions in various places.
Mo Qiaosheng stood on the outside and looked at the lord sitting in the crowd.
The Lord held his cheek with one hand, and tapped the fingers of the other hand slowly on the desk, listening intently and thinking intently.
Mo Qiaosheng suddenly became a little distracted. He found that he couldn't concentrate, whether his eyes were on the lord's fair face, or on the lord's lightly pursed red lips, or on the gentle nod. Everything seems wrong on the fingertips.
"Captain Mo." Cheng Qianye suddenly called his name, "How is the training of your troops? Are there any difficulties?"
Xiao Mo is distracted, wondering what he is struggling with.
Mo Qiaosheng calmed down, avoided Cheng Qianye's gaze, bowed his head and saluted, and said succinctly: "Please rest assured, my lord, thanks to the full help of General Helan, the training of the new army will go smoothly."
He Lanzhen couldn't help but reply for him: "Captain Mo is strict in running the army and has always been effective. His humble position guarantees that his new army will become a sharp force in our Jin army in a short time and will be of great use."
Come out of the conference hall.
He Lanzhen put her hand on Mo Qiaosheng's shoulder: "Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you today? How dare you get distracted when facing the Lord?"
Mo Qiaosheng's face turned slightly red.
"But it's okay. Your military training is indeed effective, and you work hard every day. Everyone and the lord see it."
Mo Qiaosheng stopped and hesitated for a moment.
"What's wrong, Mr. Qiao? If you have anything to do, just tell me."
Mo Qiaosheng blushed and asked, "May I ask General Helan, does he have a wife at home?"
"Never married. Only two concubines." He Lanzhen replied puzzled.
"Then... General, does he have someone he likes?" Mo Qiaosheng's eyes evaded, "I wonder what gifts the general gives to the people he likes?"
He Lanzhen was surprised and said, "So you have someone you like. No wonder you are uneasy. Could it be that you fell in love with some girl last time you went to Tianxiang Pavilion?"
He patted Mo Qiaosheng on the shoulder and laughed: "Haha, those girls just like some pretty things. Qiaosheng, you have such an extraordinary appearance and magnificent body, what girl wouldn't like it? Just buy one. Just give them pearls and jade jewelry.”
Mo Qiao fled as if fleeing for his life.
He Lanzhen also added at the end: "Don't worry, follow my brother's teachings, say love words in your mouth, and wear them with your own hands. I guarantee that you can easily capture the girl's heart."
…
Sima Tu took care of the horses in the stables.
Although he is no longer a groom, he still personally takes care of Princess Tianxiang's horse every day.
He heard someone calling his name and turned around.
I saw Mr. Mo Qiao, who had always been quiet, standing at the door of the stable.
He looked a little embarrassed, his face was slightly red, and he looked like he was hesitant to speak.
"What's the matter, Mr. Qiao, are you looking for me?" Sima Tu felt quite happy that Mr. Mo Qiao came to see him.
Mo Qiaosheng held back his shame and hesitantly stated his purpose.
Sima Tu wanted to laugh but tried hard to hold it in. His facial expression looked very strange for a moment.
Mo Qiaosheng blushed, turned around and left.
"Don't, don't," Sima Tu held him back, "What's the point of giving a gift to my lord? Just clean yourself up and give it to his mouth. He will definitely be the happiest."
…
Ah Feng sat in her room, looking at Xiao Qiu who brought her the soup, and turned away coldly, "Put it down. I have said many times that you don't need to worry about my own affairs."
"No, the master is waiting for you. I have to watch you drink medicine every day for a month. I can't miss a day." Xiaoqiu blocked the door and insisted on watching Ah Feng drink the medicine. "Sister said, the master is waiting for you." No matter how big or small you are, you can’t be careless at all.”
Afeng had no choice but to pick up the medicine bowl and drink it all in one gulp, "Can you leave now?"
"Not yet. My lord has said that according to the doctor's instructions, I will watch you walk slowly around the house twice a day. You are not allowed to go out at will. You must change your medicine every three days and ask a doctor for consultation once every five days..."
When Mo Qiaosheng arrived, he saw a fat little bun blocking the door of Ah Feng's house. Ah Feng held his head helplessly and sat at the table in the room.
The author has something to say: Regarding the question of how many acres of land can be planted to support a family, I have consulted "Shi Huo Zhi". The area of an acre in that era was different from the area of an acre today. The saying that one acre is one hundred paces means that the side length of one acre is one hundred paces, which is about 130 meters.
Productivity was low at that time. One acre of land produced about 2 shi of millet or rice (the chaff had not yet been removed). An adult man needed about 30 shi for food a year (just enough to eat, not counting living expenses). A normal household had five people. There are six people, including two couples, the elderly, children, or some underage siblings. So I referred to some papers (I forgot who wrote them specifically, sorry). During the Spring and Autumn Period, a family normally needed to rent 200 acres of land to barely have enough to live on. 200 acres of land produced about 400 shi. After deducting rent, taxes, seeds, and fertilizers, the remaining food was about 100 shi, which was enough for a family. To eat and barely sell some daily necessities, this is even in a good year. So I set the old farmer’s family up to rent 200 acres of land in addition to their own 30 acres of land.
I personally am not good at this type of data. Therefore, I directly adopted the conclusions drawn by other scholars, hoping that there would be no major errors or omissions.
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