At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

In addition to training every day, they just eat and sleep. They feel...

With them or without them, the Jiangling Marquis Mansion would be the same.

Rong Liu retorted in a low voice: "Why is it different?"

"We are here, and the Jiangling Marquis Mansion will have to pay extra for food!"

"There are also seasonal clothes, monthly money..."

"Okay, I got it, shut up!"

Rong Si covered his mouth, just knowing in his heart.

Say it, don't they want to lose face?

Listening to the subtle noise coming from outside, Xie Yuheng stopped writing.

Rong Shi asked in a low voice: "But are they disturbing the master?"

Xie Yuheng shook his head and whispered a few words to him.

After Rong Shi should leave his errands, he put the ink stick in his hand back into the ink cartridge, turned around and walked out.

Crossing the threshold, Rongshi stood under the pillars.

Looking at the people who quickly stood in a row, the corners of his eyebrows jumped uncontrollably.

"Master said, if nothing happens to you."

"You can cook some Yifu noodles and send them to the craftsman who is repairing the house next door."

In the yard next to the Jiangling Marquis Mansion, the craftsmen are hurrying and slowly finishing the work.

As long as the Xie clan members arrive in Beijing, they can move in on a good day.

If there are any imperfections in the future, we will hire someone to make changes.

"Yes!"

Everyone responded and rushed out.

Then... several people blocked the courtyard door, and no one was willing to take a step back.

Rong Shi's eyes hurt when he saw him, and Rong Liu, who was so smart, just climbed out of the wall.

But along with it, an ouch came from outside the hospital, and it seemed that he had fallen hard.

Rong Shi returned to the house silently, added new charcoal to the charcoal basin, and poured tea for Xie Yuheng.

Then he returned to the desk and continued to study ink.

I just thought in my heart: Master, I can’t do it without me!

Those are unreliable fools!

This can't be blamed on the idiots, bah, let's just count the numbers.

What they learned in the camp was from such people and other people in the art of war.

This is my first time serving someone! When emotions are high, mistakes are inevitable.

But Xie Yuheng didn't like too many people getting close to him.

What a useless hero!

The idiots swarmed into the big kitchen, cooked the noodles, and then swarmed next door to care for the craftsmen.

The craftsmen were so moved by the good party's greetings.

Take a direct shot of your chest and guarantee that it will be completed before the end of the year!

After Xie Yuheng learned the whole story, he couldn't laugh or cry.

Waiting for the ink mark on the paper to turn from bright to dark, he took the paper and went to look for Si Yuandao.

The old man rested his right arm on the chess table, lowered his eyes, and read every word carefully.

The young man held the hot tea and took a sip.

Dispel all the coldness I felt when I was walking outside just now.

"Yu Heng thinks that tests related to the art of war can be added to it."

"But I still hesitate. There are very few students in the world who are literate and knowledgeable in the art of war, but do not take the imperial examination."

There was a tangled look in Xie Yuheng's eyes.

Martial arts halls like Xie's Academy, where both civil and military education were taught, were rare in Daliang.

Unless they are descendants of officials or from wealthy families.

Learning martial arts is already a waste of money, so how can there be money left for children to learn the art of war?

Si Yuandao pondered for a moment, "If you are good at martial arts but don't know how to write, and you don't know how to read, you are a reckless man."

"We think that we can add strategies related to military strategy in the later exams."

"Regardless of how the characters are written, a good general should be a good general with a good command of literature and military strategy."

As he spoke, the old man reached out and rubbed the young disciple's hair.

"If those dandy Jinshi are the same, they can be like my little Yuheng."

"Why should the officials reform the imperial examination out of consideration for all the people?"

Xie Yuheng, who will be twelve years old in a few days, has not been touched on the head for a long time.

There was a hint of embarrassment deep in his voice.

"Sir, you are overly complimentary."

"It is said that one thing waxes and the other grows, and if you love the people, you may sometimes be trapped by the people."

"For example, in martial arts competitions, it is rare to have to struggle for several days before making a final conclusion."

After hearing this, Si Yuandao laughed twice and said dotingly: "You little guy!"

"The moon waxes and wanes, and you are not yet twelve years old."

"To be able to think so comprehensively is considered a genius."

"For example, if you call me for a vision test, you will inevitably forget about it."

Xie Yuheng picked up a chess piece with his fingertips and tapped it on the table.

Explained: "Although the three-bow bed crossbow has a long range, if it aims at someone, it will not recognize anyone fifty steps away."

"If you can't see something clearly from a hundred steps away, then the crossbow will be blinded in vain."

"Therefore, Yu Heng feels that the vision assessment is also extremely important."

Si Yuandao stroked his goatee and listened silently, with pride in his eyes and heart.

I think after next year's imperial court, those old guys will look like their eyes were knocked out again.

He couldn't help but want to laugh, stood up, patted Xie Yuheng's shoulder, and said proudly:

"Maybe we haven't fished together for a long time."

"Let's go and have fun fishing with my master today!"

Si Yuandao spends his time fishing, fishing when he is not in a good mood and fishing when he is in a good mood.

It's a pity... until Xie Mingli and others came back from the office, they didn't catch any fish.

Xu Lu looked at the cut ice and said, "You can't catch it just yet."

"Here... how about... getting a net bag to fish it out?"

"I think this might be faster!"

Si Yuandao decisively refused, "The fun of fishing lies in catching fish."

"Not the fish itself."

But when I saw a fish jumping out of the ice, I didn't want to bite the hook.

Si Yuan said: "..."

The little old man retracted his pole angrily and looked around at the juniors.

"Except for Yu Heng and Mingli, everyone else will follow me to the big study room."

"Let me see, you are still doing well in your studies!"

After saying that, he took steady steps and left!

Everyone was stabbing at Xu Lu one after another.

You say you are fine, why are you talking so much?

Xu Lu coughed lightly and quickly caught up with his superior, Yuan Dao, "Sir, you can't favor one person over another."

"Yu Heng is still your direct disciple, how can you exclude him?"

Brothers should share blessings and share hardships!

"Need not!"

"It's just a few of you who are incompetent. Don't mention that you have attended my class when you go out!"

Si Yuandao's voice came from afar, and everyone felt snowflakes falling, and their hearts were full of daggers.

Towards evening, Sili Lantian area.

It's still nearly half a day's journey to Beijing.

A long motorcade drove on a winding and rugged official road.

Xie Tingjiang opened the car curtain and looked out.

The sunshine on Jinshan Mountain is as poetic as picturesque and dreamlike.

Xie Tingjiang had no intention of admiring it and ordered in a deep voice:

"Speed ​​up, we must enter Lantian City before dark!"

The coachman and bodyguard should be there at the same time. The bodyguard rides on his horse and raises his voice to inform everyone.

"Oh, such a good time and beautiful scenery should be composed of a poem!"

"Brother Xie is rushing on his way anxiously. It's really not good, it's not good."

Xu Boyen is holding a jade bone fan, dressed in blue and white fur, riding a horse on the other side.

Behind him were more than a dozen people, all of whom were Kong Wuli and his ilk.

Xie Tingjiang looked calm and lowered the car curtain, just thinking he was a barking dog.