When Hong Fan came out of the yamen to supervise the yamen, the sky was already half dark.

[When I get home today, I should immediately prepare some more research drafts, just in case.] 】

He took Bentley by the hand and thought to himself.

[As for Aunt Liu and Hong Fu, they also have to make some patches in advance and pretend. ] 】

After completing the formalities just now, he obtained an unknown metal token representing the identity of the master craftsman, and there was a newly engraved name of "Hong Fan" on the back, as well as the words "Liangzhou Jinhai".

In addition, Wen Zhongguan also sent 100 taels of silver, saying that it was 200 stone taels that were "not issued" in the first half of the year.

The wealth of the prison is evident from this.

Counting Zhu Yiqi's salary, Hong Fan can now get at least two hundred and sixty taels of silver a year, and his income is about to catch up with the pursuit of virtue, exceeding the vast majority of people in the clan.

Today's experience also showed him a new path.

Borrowing from the east wind of Madhyamaka, if Hong Fan lets go of everything and operates within the instrument supervision system, I am afraid that he will be able to gain power and status more quickly.

However, after only a moment of thought, he swept away these thoughts.

As a traverser, Hong Fan is well aware of the power of industry and technology, but he is also aware that all of the above depends on organizations and systems.

Based on the current situation at Dahua, industrialization is by no means something that can be accomplished in one or two generations.

In the final analysis, this is a world of "heaven and man martial saints, and people are all enemies".

Even if he climbed to the position of the Great Supervisor and even the Martial Saint, in front of the top martial arts masters, he would not be able to guarantee the right to life 100%.

On the contrary, when martial arts go to a high place, it not only brings strength, but also increases longevity.

From what he has seen and heard in recent months, Hong Fan has learned that innate masters can live to be one hundred and twenty years old, and the higher Yuan Magnet and Heaven and Man realms, each weight can bring decades of longevity.

Waiting for the future to climb the ladder of heaven, break the gate of heaven, and then turn back to climb the tree of science and technology, it is to get twice the result with half the effort.

Thinking of this, Hong Fan gently touched the master craftsman's token hidden in his underwear, and couldn't help but feel stable and his steps became more and more brisk.

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Three days later, on the ninth day of August.

A day of little speciality.

Just today, Hong Fan is going to participate in Zhu Yiqi's team inspection.

The sun rises three poles, and the dew is exhausted.

On the martial arts field, more than 60 people were dressed in uniform dark red military uniforms, divided into six teams, and led their respective war horses.

Hong Fan is in the third team, on the right hand side is the team Zheng Hong Lie, and on the left hand side is Shen Hong, a bald man he had seen in Du Kangju before.

In addition, the other two Sun Li and Kong Hai, who had dinner with Jiang Youde at Du Kangju at that time, have now become his teammates.

For two and a half months, Hong Fan would go to the martial arts arena almost every day to practice archery and horses, and he had practiced with ten teammates many times, so there was no longer any need to introduce each other.

"It's a big deal to gather all of you."

In front of everyone, Hong Sheng's hands were high.

"Three new comrades will join us today."

"Ask them to come up."

Hong Sheng stretched out his hand, and three people in the queue below came out and stood beside him.

"Hong Jie, nineteen, through the two serious."

"Bow is right, twenty-two, through a serious one."

Hong Jie and Hong Fan are not much different in age, and they had been classmates in the family studies for a year, and later it is said that they went to the state capital first.

As for Gong Zheng, he was probably born to a family in the clan, and Hong Fan didn't know him.

After the two signed up, Hong Fan also put his hands behind his back and shouted loudly.

"Hong Fan, eighteen, through the two serious."

His birthday was on September 11, which was the beginning of August, so he directly reported the eighteenth.

Hong Sheng's gaze swept over the three of them and nodded slowly.

Hong Fan broke through a serious one in three months faster than he expected.

That's certainly a good thing.

"I don't talk nonsense."

Hong Sheng continued.

"According to the old rules, everyone is gathered here today, not only to welcome, but also to inspect the school."

He motioned for the three of them to join the queue - Hong Jie returned to the first team, and Gong Zheng went to the fifth team.

"Three people and three games, all one-on-one, starting with Hong Jie."

"Who's coming?"

There was silence on the pitch.

The process of joining the team, Hong Fan had heard from Hong Lie before.

Although it is nominally a calibration, in fact, it will not really measure whether it is qualified or not, and the unqualified ones will be retaken.

After all, even if a newcomer can join the team, he is at least a good player in the realm, and one more person has the strength of one person.

To make a form like this, on the one hand, is to kill the newcomer's morale, and on the other hand, it also allows the old man to test his quality.

But because of this, the old people who are confident to go to the school will choose the subjects that the newcomers are best at, and they will win at their own expense.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to convince people.

After a while, a short and stout man from the second team was the first to speak: "I heard that Brother Hong Jie is the best at riding and shooting, and Xu Ting of the second team is contemptible. ”

Hong Jie responded and turned over on his horse.

It was late autumn, and the air on the martial arts arena was as cold as water, but Hong Fan could see that he hadn't started yet, and his forehead was already covered with sweat stains.

Holding a bow in his hand and two arrows between his fingers, Hong Jie swept his horse over three circular arrow targets thirty meters away.

Everyone saw him shoot his bow three times in a row on his galloping horse, and after three tuk-tuk tuks, the three arrows hit the target.

And each arrow falls in a circle the size of a human face in the center.

Hong Jie restrained the war horse and waved his fist with his right hand, full of excitement.

There was applause from the first team.

In the crowd, Hong Fan also secretly applauded - he can't compare to the kung fu of these three arrows for the time being.

On the school field, Xu Ting also rode into battle.

With the same horse speed, distance, and movement, three arrows were shot, but each arrow hit Hong Jie's tail exactly and broke the arrow in half.

At this moment, the audience cheered, only Hong Jie smiled.

When the cheers dissipated, Xu Ting, who had dismounted, bowed his hand to Hong Jie.

"I heard that Brother Hong Jie is a two-way orthodox, and I will grow you up to be a three-way orthodox cultivator."

"When you reach my skill one day, archery skills will be no less than mine."

As soon as these words came out, Hong Jie's complexion finally improved a lot.

Everyone's eyes turned to Gong Zheng.

"I'm Hong Quan of the fourth team, and I want to try the horse fighting methods of the Gong Zheng brothers."

A man with slender limbs stepped out of the queue and shouted.

Compared with Xu Ting, his tone was obviously much more polite.

Gong Zheng didn't reply, nodded, and untied the thick cloth on the blade of the horse's lance, and began to put on the armor.

"You don't need a lance to fight, there's an ash pole over there."

Seeing this, Hong Ming shook his head and smiled.

After the draping was completed, the two of them stood at both ends of the field on horseback, and when Hong Sheng shouted an order, they charged at each other.

Zhu Yiqi chooses good horses, with fast short-range acceleration, and both of them are holding poles with both hands, controlling the horses with their legs, showing excellent equestrian skills.

The weapons were handed over, and the results were instantly clear.

The long pole of the bow is suppressed by the opponent's swing with a blow.

When he made a mistake, Hong Quan put a backhand and swept the newcomer off the horse.

Leaving behind the sentence "still needs to work hard", the former will return to the team immediately.

"It's a stuffy gourd."

Shen Hong, who was beside Hong Fan, looked at Gong Zheng, who was silent after being stabbed off the horse, and said with a smile.

"If you can enter the realm after four years of ethnic studies, it must be a resolute character." Hong Lie said.

When several members of the third team heard this, they all nodded in agreement with a little solemnity.

After two games, the old man won by a landslide - who wants to come up and lose face if he doesn't think he is sure of winning?

"There is one last game left, the third team, Hong Fan."

Hong Sheng led everyone's attention to focus on his cousin.

"Who's coming?"

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