Jiang Shang went to class, compared with other people's children who have no worries about food and clothing, the eight-year-old Jiang Shang is about the same size as the six-year-old doll of others, and it does not look abrupt when standing together.

The martial arts academy only has dormitories and no classrooms, because all classes are held in the open air, and they are all physical education classes anyway.

Looking at the eleven groups of dolls standing on the square, Shi Zheng was full of sighs, what a happiness it is to go to physical education class every day!

"Politician."

Shi Zheng turned around and saw Shan Xiang coming by himself, quickly arched his hand, and said with a smile: "Master Shan, is there something wrong with me?" ”

Shan nodded and said with a smile: "I'll come and take you to the dean's side to get the waist card, and you also need to go over and record some information." ”

"Understood, tired." Shi Zheng followed behind Shan, thought for a while, and then asked, "Master Shan, I saw you riding a big fox that day, I wonder if I can ask you for some returned fox fur?" ”

"Absolutely." Shan nodded, and continued, "May I ask you what you are doing with it?" ”

"Make a brush."

"Brush?" Shan asked in surprise, "Can a pen be made of hair?" ”

Shi Zheng explained with a smile: "It's naturally okay to have the right hardness, but it's not as easy to preserve as the one carved with a knife and pen, but it should be enough for students to practice on a regular basis." ”

Shan nodded and said with a smile, "Then when I come back, I'll have to see it." ”

"You're leaving the Martial Academy?"

"I'm already a martial artist, according to the rules, either stay and be a martial artist, or go to the capital to continue studying, and if you want to go to the capital, you must be prepared enough, of which money is the most important, and if you want to make enough money, entering the forest to experience is the best choice, and at the same time, you can also hone your martial arts."

After listening to Shan's explanation, Shi Zheng was a little stunned, this girl who was already a martial artist was only fifteen or sixteen years old, although her eyes were immature, she was very resolute.

"Then I wish you a full load."

"Thank you!"

The dean looks about forty years old, but his real age is over 100, and he looks like a military general.

"Hello, political master, welcome to join the Martial Academy, you can call me dean, or you can call me Jun."

"Dean, hello, it's my honor to join the Martial Academy, and I will try my best to be a literary teacher."

"Haha, then I'll wish you a lot of students."

It's not easy to answer this question, the other grammar teachers in the academy basically only have single-digit students, and at most they are not more than a hundred, and sometimes there is not even a single student.

After all, the students all have the same idea as the wind, and they are bent on waiting for the transcendent to learn literature by consciousness.

After being polite here at the military dean for a while, Shan took Shi Zheng to the logistics office again, recognized some people, and received two sets of clothes from the martial arts academy, the martial arts black shirt, the literary teacher was a white shirt, and the students were aged by age, white shirts under ten years old, and black shirts over ten years old.

Shan's explanation is that those who meet white shirts are polite, and those who meet black shirts compete.

Shi Zheng could only smile bitterly at this, and he couldn't imagine that he had become a vulnerable group.

After getting a big mess of fox fur from Shan, Shi Zheng changed into a white shirt, hung up a waist card, and left the martial arts academy with money.

In the past month, Shi Zheng has been familiar enough with the shops in the city, first went to the stone shop to customize a stone mill, then went to the pottery shop to purchase hundreds of small plates, and finally Shi Zheng also bought a little bone glue before returning to the martial arts courtyard.

Shi Zheng transported all the things to the logistics side, and the person in charge of managing the logistics was called Wu, the son of the dean's army, and the name Wu could be seen from the dean's expectations for him.

It's a pity that Wu didn't have the qualifications to practice martial arts at all, and it took a lot of resources to accumulate before he barely became a martial artist at the age of thirty.

In the end, he wanted to enter the forest to practice, hoping to make a breakthrough between life and death, but he came back with a lame leg, completely extinguished his mind to practice martial arts, and chose to get married and have children in the martial arts academy to manage logistics.

This guy can't practice martial arts, but he is very good at reproducing children, he is seventy years old this year, three wives, fourteen sons, nine daughters, grandchildren and granddaughters are nearly fifty people, and when the family is reunited, they have to sit at several tables.

There are more people, the expenses are bigger, and his whole family has no talent for martial arts like him, and his life is a little tight, if it weren't for his dean Lao Tzu from time to time, it would be impossible for his heirs to go to school in the martial arts academy.

However, Wu is fortunate to be very kind, there is no second-generation problem on his body, and he is always happy to get along with others.

Seeing Shi Zheng bring so many things over, although Wu was a little surprised, he still smiled and asked, "Is Zheng Zheng planning to give gifts?" ”

Shi Zheng shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm looking for your help." ”

"Well, if there is anything to do, just ask."

"I need some soot here, well, the ash from the oil smoke, I want you to help collect it here, of course, I'll pay for it."

Shi Zheng took out a plate and handed it to Wu, and then said: "Isn't there an oil lamp in every dormitory in the martial arts academy, you just need to let the oil smoke smoke against the saucer, and collect the ash on the plate once every three days, you see how much it costs?" ”

Shi Zheng didn't have a lot of money, so it was impossible to buy a lot of oil to smoke ink, and this was the only way to make a better ink.

Wu Zai measured the workload in his heart, and asked tentatively, "How about giving 20,000 yuan a month?" ”

This price is very fair, after all, there are so many dormitories to collect, two money is not too much, Shi Zheng nodded and smiled: "Yes, but I don't have any money now, so I can only wait until I receive the money and then give you money." ”

Wu nodded and said with a smile: "Hehe, it's easy to say, if there is anything else, just say it, I like to deal with direct people like you." ”

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, ink is already collecting raw materials, the pen can be made by himself, the inkstone is directly replaced by a pottery dish, as for the paper, the stone mill still needs two days to make, and Shi Zheng has nothing to do now.

Just as he was about to leave politely, Shi Zheng thought about it for a while and said to Wu: "Old Wu, if you can trust me, send two idle children and grandchildren to my side to fight and help do something."

I don't have a salary, but I can learn some skills on my side, and I dare not say more, and I can earn a little money for food and drink, and I think it's no problem. ”

Lao Wu nodded without hesitation, and promised: "No problem, after lunch, I will ask people to come to you, will the two be a little less, or I will call a few more people over, so that if you have anything, you can also make some open." ”

This made Shi Zheng a little surprised, originally he just mentioned it with the attitude of trying it out, but he didn't expect Wu to agree directly, and planned to arrange a few more people, is there really so many idlers in his family?