In the morning, after Zhang Qing talked about some of the rules of the academy, he began to talk about the "Analects", no matter whether someone has learned it or not, they all started to study from scratch, and Zhang Lan was proficient in the "Book of Shang", so he continued to speak, and several of them tried to restore the original meaning of the original Qin Confucianism according to Yang Fan's requirements, and rarely quoted the words of the Song and Ming Dynasty scholars.

The two of them are not private school gentlemen, and when they talk about classes, in addition to quoting scriptures and interspersing some small stories, they can also communicate with students, and they are not as rigid as they were when they were talking about the three idiots.

He forgot that the three teachers had treated the students in the same way until he was fifteen, only to become more and more harsh later. After class and lunch, we all gathered on the back hill. In the morning class, two Mr. Zhang gave a lecture each. Wait until tomorrow, and talk about it instead.

What is called an advantage, these **-year-old students have received enlightenment education and are much more literate than their peers, so Zhang Qing and Zhang Lan have no obstacles when they talk about the Analects and Shangshu, and they don't have to teach and read over and over again, as long as they tell the scriptures.

In the afternoon military class, Yang Fan did not plan to be in the classroom, and was ready to have a simulated battle first.

The back hill has been greatly transformed. Coming to Zhonglou is not in Jinling City, but also in the suburbs close to Waiguo, so there is such a back hill. Yang Fan has made a lot of changes above. The sand table in the center is some of the geographical surroundings of the hills.

More than 50 students stood in five rows, waiting for Yang Fan to come over.

Although Yang Fan doesn't know much about warfare, he wants to explain a truth to every student who may go to the battlefield, or stand in the court, and care about border affairs. Like now, many civilian officials standing in the court do not know about the war, do not judge the situation, can only talk nonsense, and even delay the warplane.

"It's good, everyone is here. Now give you some time. According to the two classes of people who started classes in the early morning, they were divided into two teams, and then they all changed into rattan armor in their hands. ”

After a while, fifty students who passed like the baseball team stood on either side of Yang Fan. Now, who volunteers. Quite general, stand out.

Immediately, many child kings volunteered to stand up, raising their hands and shouting: "I, I! ”

Yang Fan ordered the fastest in the morning for four days. They are the main and deputy generals of the red and blue teams. The red side guards the top of the mountain, and the blue side enters the palace from the bottom of the mountain. The wooden sword is covered with colored cloth and the rattan armor on the head is counted as "killed". As long as Red holds on, defeats Blue, and holds the hill, Red wins. One of the blue side pulls out the red flag on the mountain, and the blue side wins.

Yang Fan had a long knife around his waist. It's Liu Hui's.

He searched the blacksmith for a long time until he found it in a long box. He asked Luo Yangxing if he could give this knife to himself. It's not that dead people's things are very valuable, but Liu Hui's death, and Yang Fan is also a little guilty. This saber. It's kind of a thought.

Students on both sides began to deploy. Soon, the blue army that came up from the bottom of the hill rushed up, and Yang Fan saw the general on the red side, ordering twenty-five people, surrounded by the red flag, holding wooden swords and waiting nervously.

"Rush! Pull out that flag for me! ”

"Hold, hold! You, you, and you. Hurry up and go up! ”

The two "people" are glued together. Yang Fan stood aside, and when he saw the red and blue dots on his head, he shouted so-and-so and died.

Two groups of students in a fierce battle. It seems that the big picture has been decided. A group of wooden sticks gradually occupied the hill, driving away another wave of weak red troops. In fact, at the beginning, the two teams were almost the same in numbers. As for when the Red Army began to retreat, I don't know. In the end, the more you fight, the more courageous you are. There were few casualties, and there was only one bare-pole commander left on the other side, standing there to meet the enemy.

In the end, the side defending the city "killed" twenty-four men. The last creep, because he was alone, was finally pulled out of the military flag behind him by a blue soldier. The ten surviving Blues cheered on the hill.

Yang Fan said: "Today's military class is here, you can go back to the dormitory now." Take a good look at why you won and why you lost today. I'll ask you tomorrow. Well, disband. ”

A group of students who had finished playing scattered in a hurry. There was only one, the surviving soldier of the Red Army, squatting on the flag, silent.

Yang Fan walked over and squatted aside. He had just been keeping an eye on the creep who had held out to the end. Even if several people came up together, they were all repelled by his red sword. There are no marks on the head except for the imprints on the rattan carapace. His blocking and swordsmanship are very good. He seemed to see Yang Fan's eyes floating from time to time, and turned his head away.

Yang Fan looked at him with a smile and said, "Why don't you go back?" ”

"We weren't going to lose. If that Qian army listens to me, rush down and beat them back. They couldn't touch the flag at all. ”

"What's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Lu Cheng." He glanced at the embroidered spring knife on Yang Fan's waist, and asked with envy in his eyes, "Sir, can you show me the knife?" ”

Yang Fan looked at Lu Cheng, who was burning his eyes, and generously took off the embroidered spring knife from his waist, glanced at the sun, and said, "It's still early, look slowly, don't rush." This persistent teenager, who is not afraid of life, seems to have forgotten the loss of the "defeat" just now, and looks like he is holding a knife.

Lu Cheng wiped his little hand on his pants, took the embroidered spring knife, and his eyes were shining. The little hand grabbed the sleeve of the shirt, wiped it on the scabbard, and then slowly pulled it away. I found that the originally sharp blade seemed to have been sharpened into a flat edge, and there was no blade.

Lu Cheng asked with some pity: "Such a good knife, why did Mr. hide the blade?" It would be even more perfect if it had been opened. ”

Yang Fan smiled: "Have you ever touched a knife?" ”

Lu Cheng, who was looking at the embroidered spring knife carefully, seemed to feel that he was talking too much, so he smiled awkwardly, shook his head, and played with this embroidered spring knife with love. This embroidered spring knife has been put away by Yang Fan, and the simple lines are natural, revealing its brilliant true color. "Who says knives have to be sharp?"

The knife, if it kills, must indeed be sharp. But Yang Fan's knife was not used to kill, so he hid the blade.

The cold wind was blowing lightly on the mountain, and Yang Fan looked around and saw that the farmers not far away had already made cooking smoke. Early winter is approaching, and only yellow weeds are left on the small hill, sitting on the top of it, thick and soft. Yang Fan loosened his neck and propped his hands behind his back, enjoying the autumn breeze that was already a little cold. (To be continued.) )