The weather is getting colder day by day, Shi Zheng has already put on thick clothes, and most of the people in the academy are still wearing thin clothes.

After lunch, Shi Zheng sat cross-legged on the high platform and took out the long flute, after a song of the original scenery of his hometown, people were suddenly surrounded in all directions.

At the same time, Shi Zheng's sea of consciousness poured into countless energies, but these energies made Shi Zheng frown, because it was not like the kind of energy that he lived when he taught other people's skills, which made people feel refreshed, but made people feel a little irritable.

"Good!"

"The song of the political master is so good!"

"Do it again!"

All kinds of chaotic sounds around interrupted Shi Zheng's thoughts, although he felt more irritable in his heart, he still smiled and waved his hand, and only after everyone stopped did Shi Zheng raise his voice and say.

"The instrument in my hand is called a flute, and the skill of playing is quite simple and easy to learn, if you are interested, you can go to Wu and buy one for fifty iron, and I will explain to you how to play it later."

Although fifty iron is a lot, it is nothing to the people in the martial arts academy, after all, their tuition fee is more than fifty yuan a day.

So basically everyone ran to Wu's side, anyway, it's so cheap, buy one first, and then talk about it, even if you can't learn it well, you can also use it as a thing to fiddle with.

Shi Zheng looked at such a big formation, and couldn't help but ask the tiger beside him, "Has your old man prepared so many flutes?" ”

"Don't worry, political master, we have made more than 10,000 sticks, Jiang Cheng can't sell them to other places, anyway, just ship them out with the paper, and you might as well do it."

The tiger looked happy, admiring Shi Zheng's ability at the same time, but also admiring his old man's vision, willing to bet heavily on Shi Zheng, this few months later, his own family made a lot of money by pen, ink and paper.

Now this flute is also a good deal, and the pigs on the farm are also growing up, and it will be a lot of money to sell it after a while.

Thinking of the pigs on the farm, the tiger asked Shi Zheng: "Political master, those little boars have started to like to fight recently, do you have a good way?" ”

"Cut off their two eggs, and they'll be honest and grow more meat."

Shi Zheng's casual words made Tiger couldn't help but twist his thighs.

"You're not going to cut them to death, are you?"

"No, it won't." Shi Zheng pondered for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "Probably not, you find someone with better knife skills to operate, and try to cut the two ends first." ”

After chatting a few words, everyone also bought the flute and came back, Wu had already prepared and brought a lot of family members to help, but the transaction was very fast.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him expectantly, Shi Zheng cleared his throat and raised his voice and said.

"The flute is made of bamboo, and there are six holes on it, which represent the non-stop tune, ~."

Shi Zheng first explained the basic blowing skills of the flute, and then asked the tiger to hang a large white cloth out.

Different fingerings are drawn on the white cloth, and as long as you play according to the fingering on the white cloth, you can blow a tune.

It's a happy birthday song.

After Shi Zheng played it once, the chaotic Happy Birthday songs rose one after another.

Just came into contact with a new thing, everyone's end is very full, listening to the noisy sound, Shi Zheng couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, and greeted him a few times to see that few people listened to him, they were all busy learning tunes, Shi Zheng sighed, and had to leave the high platform.

Feng caught up with Shi Zheng with a long flute, "This thing is not very easy to blow, you can teach me alone." ”

"Let's go to my yard." Shi Zheng nodded and took the lead towards his courtyard, "You're almost recovered now, right?" ”

Feng nodded and said, "I can already withstand the force." ”

As he spoke, the wind stretched out his leg and kicked twice, and two whistling sounds immediately sounded in the air.

Jiang Shang and Hu looked at the wind with envy and adoration.

Jiang Wei grabbed the bamboo flute and waved it twice, there was also a whistling sound, and she pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing remarkable, I will definitely be more powerful than you in the future." ”

"The little one has ambition." Feng nodded and said happily: "The students of the Martial Academy must have this kind of energy, so that they can walk faster in the future." ”

Jiang Shang lowered his head gloomily, his redoubled efforts did not pay off, not only did he widen the gap with his classmates in a few months, but his progress was even inferior to Jiang Wei.

Shi Zheng touched Jiang Shang's head and said with a smile: "Becoming a martial artist is not an easy thing in itself, not being a martial artist does not mean that you can't live a good life, just do your best, just follow me to learn literature in the future." ”

Jiang Shang nodded, "Thank you, teacher." ”

Then Shi Zheng asked the wind, "When are you going to enter the forest?" ”

"It's just the last few days." Saying that, Feng couldn't help but sigh, "Originally, we had a lot of time, but because I was injured and delayed for so long, now I am in a hurry, and I don't know if it will go smoothly this time." ”

Shi Zheng didn't know where they were going, and he couldn't give any advice, so he had to comfort: "It's not your responsibility to meet the stone monsters, it's just bad luck, if you don't get enough at that time, I can help you think of a way." ”

"Oh?" Feng asked curiously: "What can you do, tell me now, I'll see if it's okay, you must know that a few of us go to the capital, and the cost is very large." ”

Shi Zheng smiled and said, "Do you think things like pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and bamboo flute can be sold for money in the capital?" ”

"That's sure to sell for money." Feng nodded, and then said: "But this is Wu's business, how many of us are not kind to do this, right?" ”

The wind was obviously a little moved, and looked at the tiger on the side a little unnaturally.

Shi Zheng asked Hu, "Does your family have the ability to sell things to the capital?" ”

Hu, who originally had a little bad face, was stunned for a moment when he heard Shi Zheng's question, and after groaning, he shook his head and said: "The distance is too far, my father mentioned to the old man earlier about moving the workshop, and the old man meant that it was boring, just do it in Jiang Cheng." ”

When a person's force can be decisive, many of the rules are different.

"That's it!" Feng thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll go back and discuss with them, this is always one of our backhands anyway, thank you, political master." ”

Shi Zheng nodded and didn't say anything more.

Back in his own courtyard, Shi Zheng carefully taught the wind to play the bamboo flute for a while, this guy is a quick temper, and he won't learn it after a few strokes, saying that the bamboo flute is not yet convenient for whistles.

Finally, he put the bamboo flute on the table, whistled and blew happy birthday and left.