When I went home that night, Changsun Hong's hands and feet were no longer his own, the fighting boxing practice method is to practice to the death, no trick, this pure strength and speed type of boxing is a fierce, completely based on physical fitness to maximize the potential, practice well, if you put the right heads-up with others, for example, it is the feeling of hitting a car with a bulldozer.

Changsun Jin also said, 100 schools of boxing, don't look at the skills of the martial arts masters, all kinds of mastery such as the carp across the river, in fact, to put it bluntly, that is, to knock down the opponent through various ways, save yourself, talking about this, the military skills are the king, don't play false, come up and go straight to the door, don't care what moves, just lie down, simple speed and power are more practical.

This theory is very similar to the free fighting of later generations, simple and rude, practical, and simple to practice.

The dog and the eldest grandson Hongru got the treasure, and they were very happy to practice, and in the afternoon, the two were as tired as dogs, and the eldest grandson couldn't go down, so they had to help the two go down the mountain to their home.

At the door of the house, before the eldest grandson Jin's uncle and nephew entered the door, he saw a man dressed as a long-term tenant waiting by the door, and when he saw the two of them coming back, he came up and sang a song.

"Mr. Xi Xizhou, a member of Liguan's family, asked me to tell Erlang that he has come back today, and classes will start tomorrow, please come over on time." When the chief worker had said this, he took his leave.

Changsun Jin didn't care about this matter, and went in with his shoulders dangling, but Changsun Hong firmly remembered that Master Zhou is very good to him now, and when tomorrow passes, he has to tell him about going to the county seat first.

At dinner, the eldest grandson Hao and Zhang knew that the master had returned, and they told Erlang to come over tomorrow and bring some newly harvested rice from the family to repay the kindness of Master Zhou's teaching.

So the next morning, when the eldest grandson Hong, who had finished the morning exercise, entered the Li family, he carried a bag of new rice in his hand, which was the highest etiquette for the villagers to give to people, and the poor had no other good things, and rice was the most valuable gift.

Master Zhou also came very early, and the three brothers of the Li family came before he came, and when he entered the house, he saw that the eldest grandson Hong was cleaning up the remaining chaff husks in the rice grains, so he called him happily.

"Eldest grandson Erlang, come on, come on, come quickly." Master Zhou said: "Master has something to tell you. ”

The eldest grandson Hong greeted him with a smile, and said, "Yes, it just so happens that the kid also has something to report to the master." ”

"Oh?" Zhou Lang's eyebrows were raised, slightly surprised: "You also have something?" Well, let's talk about it first, but have you finished writing all the notes that the Master gave you? ”

"This ......" Changsun Hong suffocated slightly, and said in his heart, you can't finish writing the notebook you gave me until next year, where is it so fast? , his mouth was busy saying: "I write the script every day, but the kid cherishes it, lest there will be no more after writing, so he writes carefully and slowly." ”

"Oh, that's not necessary, Erlang can practice with confidence, I still have it here, and you can take some back later." Zhou Lang was in a good mood, and knelt down in front of his own square table with a haha, he was still wearing the green cloth cardigan robe, but he hadn't seen it for a while, and it was even more old, and the cuffs and collars had been washed white.

“…… Master, in fact, the kid wants to report, after a few days, Li Wen and Li Wu brothers are going to study in the county, lack of a scholar to accompany the study, my father and Li Guanren are friendly, let me go with the companion to read, one can follow the county school to see a long time, and the other can be with the two sons to accompany each other, stained with some luxury. The eldest grandson wiped the sweat from his head, tried to forget the troublesome notes, and said respectfully: "I have come to report to you today, and I have prepared some rice and grain at home to repay the master's care these days. ”

As he spoke, Changsun Hong put the rice bag on the side of Fang Ji with a respectful attitude.

Zhou Lang didn't look at the rice bag, but groaned, thought for a while with a few strands of beard on his chin, and said half-loudly: "It's a good thing to go to the county school, but you are a scholar, and you can't enter the school, but it's useless. ”

The original intention of the eldest grandson Hong was not to go to the school to study, but to go to a larger place to see if there were any business opportunities, find a reliable businessman to make a fortune together, and lay the foundation for a safe and prosperous life.

Studying for the imperial examination and becoming an official? Uh, let someone else go.

So when the master said this, Changsun Hong lowered his head and smiled secretly, but his appearance of bowing his head made Zhou Lang mistakenly think that he was right.

So Master Zhou smiled slightly, and persuaded with kind words: "Erlang, don't be depressed, what do you think this is?" ”

He reached into his bosom and pulled out a letter.

Changsun Hong raised his head and looked at the white envelope in Zhou Fuzi's hand with some confusion, Zhou Lang smiled, and pointed to a line of small characters neatly written on the cover of the letter.

"Respectfully presented by Heshan." He said, "Do you know who this is?" ”

Changsun Jin shook his head with a dull expression, the ghost knows what Heshan is.

"Heshan is Wei Weng's number." Zhou Lang said happily: "Wei Weng Wei Weng, the great Confucian of the world, compared to him, the master is just a firefly to Haoyue!" A real man of learning, the pillar of the country, he said a few years ago, and the princes of the court are all listening! ”

Changsun Hong's eyes flickered, and he faintly understood that Zhou Lang's trip was probably more than just a visit to friends.

Sure enough, Zhou Lang put his hands on the case, looked at Changsun Hong's face became serious, and said very seriously: "Erlang, you have talent, this is a blessing from God, how many scholars have spent their lives, I am afraid that they will not be as wonderful as your lyrics, such a good talent, if you are not good at carving, let it be a pity in the world?" The master went out on this trip, and asked Wei Weng for great talent for you, and got this letter, with it, it is extremely easy for you to go to the county to study! ”

It turned out that the master asked for Wei Liaoweng's recommendation for himself! The eldest grandson Hong realized it, and his gratitude to Master Zhou couldn't help but rise to a higher level, from the original ordinary teacher-student affection to the artistic conception of knowing the grace of encounter.

Wei Liaoweng was a great Confucian in the Southern Song Dynasty, and single-handedly sent Cheng Zhou Lixue to the Great Song Dynasty, which laid the prestige of science in later generations and laid the foundation for the exclusive respect of science in the future. This person has served in Shuzhong for more than 20 years, the official to Xichuan four roads to pacify the envoy, the protégé of the former official Manchuanzhong, recommended by him, into a small county to learn is like a bag to get things.

Of course, it must be more helpful for your true purpose, this letter is a glittering background wall, with it as a backer, what is not easy to do?

Thinking of this, Changsun Hong was overjoyed, simply pushed the golden mountain and poured the jade pillar, bowed to Master Zhou, and shouted: "The kindness of the master is as vast as the sea, and the eldest grandson Hong is unforgettable!" ”

Master Zhou smiled and helped him up, put the letter in his hand, and said: "You don't have to thank me, the master just went once, and the letter can't replace your own efforts. As long as you keep in mind that it is a gentleman's work to learn from the sages and read thousands of books, and to use them for the country, I will not waste my efforts. ”

"I dare not forget what the Master taught." The eldest grandson Hong bowed his head in a proper manner, holding the letter in his hand, as if holding a heavy entrustment, more like holding a shining golden rice bowl, and the joy in his heart was more than when he built a rice mill.