Chapter 3 Rumors

Rinsed with hot water, Zhang Yang in the kitchen had already prepared a meal and was waiting to eat.

It's strange to say, in the past, you could eat enough porridge, but today Zhang Yang ate three bowls, which made Zhang Yang secretly angry and worried.

"It seems that practicing martial arts can not only improve strength, but also strengthen body absorption!" After eating, Zhang Yang thought about it, "Now the amount of food has skyrocketed three times just for the first practice, and as I continue to practice the Mangniu Fist method, I am afraid that the amount of food will be even greater in the future." And.... In the future, it is not enough to just eat porridge, and it is not enough to eat dry rice or meat. ”

Zhang Yang has always believed in the saying that the poor are rich and martial, and feels that culture is the most important.

After all, culture was in the hands of a few people in ancient times, and it was difficult to find a book.

However, martial arts training is different, whether it is in the army or in society, there are martial arts moves or something that circulate out, so compared with culture, Zhang Yang feels that martial arts training is more practical and easier for poor people.

But now he doesn't see it that way.

He eats more than the whole family in the past, and even the rich family may not be able to resist such a way of eating!

"It seems that it is better to find an easy way to make a living for the family!"

Zhang Yang thought to himself, so he carried dry firewood and a hare on his back and set out on the road to Qinghe Town.

More than ten miles of mountain roads are said to be far away, and they are not close to be said to be close, but today may be because Zhang Yang has practiced the Mangniu boxing method for the first time, and his strength has risen sharply, and he has not blushed or panted until he walked to the intersection in front of the town, and he still has spare strength all over his body.

Before entering the town, Lang Lang's reading sound sounded in his ears.

Some of the voices are naïve, some are crisp, or they are reciting the Three Character Sutra, or the surnames of the hundred families, and some people are reciting the mean and the university, and so on.

With the sound of the voice, not far away is the only private school in Qinghe Town-Qinghe Academy.

However, Zhang Yang was not in a hurry to go in, he needed to deal with the dry firewood and rabbit meat first, so he passed by the academy and continued to walk.

Qinghe Town is not big, but a radius of three miles, because it is in the middle of the river and the river water is clear, so it is named, and because it is close to Lantian County, it is very prosperous because of the gathering of businessmen around Lantian County.

Therefore, although Qinghe Town is small, it is also modeled after the city. The outer city wall is three zhang high and stands around the town, and in the town, the houses are east, south, west and north in all directions.

It is worth mentioning that the ancients valued the south, so the people who lived at the south gate were all wealthy people, so most of the places for recreation and play such as teahouses and wine shops were opened here.

After all, only the rich will have extra money to spend these days.

Zhang Yang went all the way to the south, and soon came to the South Gate of Zhuque Street, where the second restaurant called Qingxianglou was Zhang Yang's destination.

This is a restaurant with a long-term supply relationship with him, no matter how many Liu account rooms in charge of procurement, they will accept all the orders, but the price is lower than that outside.

knocked on the back door of Qingxiang Building, and immediately the old lady in the back kitchen opened the door.

"Aunt Wang, hehe, it's you who helped me open the door again, I'm bothering you!" Zhang Yang showed a smile at Aunt Wang, and pointed to the direction of the firewood room and said, "I'll send it directly to the firewood room?"

"Well, you go first, I'll go here to find Liu's account room to come over for acceptance!" Aunt Wang also smiled and responded to Zhang Yang, this kid is good-looking and polite, and he is very compatible with his own second girl, but the family is a little poorer. If the second girl marries, I don't know if it's good or bad?

Aunt Wang thought so, she was about to walk towards the account room, but she stopped, pulled Zhang Yang down with her hand, and looked at no one around, so she cautiously whispered and asked: "I heard that several people died in Xiaowangzhuang next door to your village, do you know?"

"What Xiao Wangzhuang died?" Zhang Yang was not only curious.

In the past few days, he has been in the mountains and rabbit traps, and he doesn't care about these things, and he returns to the village relatively late, and he has no chance to communicate with the people in the village, if it weren't for Aunt Wang, he wouldn't know until now.

"Hey, four or five!" Seeing that Zhang Yang didn't know that Aunt Wang was born with a woman's gossip heart, he became active, and introduced endlessly: "I heard that all of them are men in their twenties, and they have all been sucked into human beings by monsters and hung on the beams of the house!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yang was suddenly startled, and somehow suddenly remembered the ruined temple behind the village, where the mountain god statue had a strange cut in his neck, as well as the white fur on his fingers........

He couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, is there really a monster in this world?

Just as Zhang Yang was about to ask a few more questions, Liu Shufang had already walked over with a smile, so Aunt Wang didn't continue to say and went straight to the back kitchen to help.

After Aunt Wang left, Liu Shufang smiled and said: "The old rule, dry firewood is fifty wen a load, and the mountain goods look at the head, how many mountain goods are there?"

Fifty Wen of dry firewood is said to the people in the back kitchen, and only 35 Wen can really get it, and the difference between the 15 Wen of Liu's account is naturally indispensable. There are also hares, generally speaking, the bookkeeping of three or four catties is sixty or seventy yuan, and it also needs to be discounted in Zhang Yang's hands.

However, this kind of thing is not right or wrong, and although it seems that the gap in the middle is not small, it is actually a little lower than the bazaar, on the contrary, it can save a lot of time Zhang Yang is also happy.

After settling the account, Zhang Yang had an extra two hundred and sixty yuan in his arms, and he hurried to Qinghe Academy.

Qinghe Academy is said to be a college, but in fact, it is just a small courtyard covering an area of more than ten acres with two blue brick houses, but it is very famous in Lantian.

It is reported that the master's surname is Pang, and the character is Cai, but he was invited by a wealthy family in Qinghe by a highly respected member of the Ministry of Rites of the Central Committee of the DPRK.

This master is not only brilliant and modest, but also upright and square, even the disciples who are professors under his door are as gentlemanly as him, and in the previous county and government examinations, he has been admitted to seven or eight children and two talented men in a row, and he became famous for a while.

For Pang Fuzi, Zhang Yang naturally has never seen it.

However, in the past, when I came to Qinghe Town, I met several students from Qinghe Academy, which was consistent with the rumors from the outside world.

As soon as he walked into the clerk street, an old and rhythmic voice came out.

"The way of the university is in Mingmingde, in being close to the people, and in stopping at perfection. ”

"After being fixed, you can be quiet, and then you can be quiet, and then you can be safe, and then you can be safe, and then you can get after thinking. ”

"Things have a beginning and an end. If you know what to do, you will be shortcut......"

The voice is extremely slow, and even though it's just a recitation, there's a kind of light and fluttering like a soul being washed, and it's very comfortable.

Zhang Yang walked towards the academy like this, and when he knew that the sound stopped, he realized that he had unconsciously stood outside the courtyard gate, less than three meters away from the courtyard gate.

The courtyard gate is not closed, and you can have an unobstructed view of the courtyard when you stand in front of the door, and two tiled houses are standing in front of the other and one behind them.

The front room is slightly larger and serves as a classroom.

At this moment, an old man in his late teens was kneeling on the futon under the podium table, his eyes looking down at the front.

Obviously, Fang Cai's reading had just ended, and he was planning to let his disciples understand themselves before giving a lecture.

It's just that because the window edge is slightly higher, Zhang Yang can't see the students below clearly.

At the back of the classroom is a small room, and from the front you can see only the outline of the roof, which is supposed to be the living place of Pang Fuzi.

However, what surprised Zhang Yang was that there was a small martial arts training ground in the courtyard, on which a weapon rack was placed on the left side, with a sword and a bow on it, and several stone locks of different sizes beside it, the smallest of which was about four or five catties.

A gentleman has art, which is called the six ways, namely, etiquette, music, archery, royalty, and calligraphy.

Obviously, this Pang Fuzi taught his disciples based on the way of the ancient gentlemen, and he was not known how many times stronger than other academies who only taught five words and eight shares.

Zhang Yang's idea of apprenticeship became stronger and stronger, if he worshipped this as Pang Fuzi's teacher, he would definitely be able to avoid many detours.