When they returned to Lijia Village, the two broke up. Changsun Hong returned home as if nothing had happened. Zhang was still busy in the vegetable field. Seeing his son coming back, he waved his hand from a distance with a smile. When Changsun Hong came over, he took out a few yellow loquats from the cloth bag on the side, wiped them clean with the hem of his clothes, and handed them to his son.

"I gave us some of the villagers who planted it in the village. You can eat it with your brain. Just eat more." Zhang wiped the sweat from Changsun Hong's face with his sleeves, and his eyes were full of gentleness.

Changsun Hong enjoyed the simple maternal love of this era. He picked up a loquat and took a bite. The loquat was not improved like the loquats in later generations. It was a little astringent and sour, but it was still full of moisture and sweet and refreshing. He picked up another one and fed it into Zhang's mouth.

Zhang ate with a smile, and then put the rest into Changsun Hong's pocket without saying anything.

"Mom, I'll help you!" Changsun Hong rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go down to the ground, but was stopped by Zhang. He frowned and refused to let him get the hoe.

"If you go back to study, you don't need to help with these farming tasks." Zhang said angrily: "Mom knows that you are filial, but I heard that scholars are not touched by the spring water, otherwise they will not be promising and will also make people laugh. Be obedient, mom is not tired. Go back to study quickly, work harder, and you can have promising in the future."

Changsun Hong persisted for a while, but Zhang was more determined than him. His thin and short body stood in front of Changsun Hong without giving in at all.

There was no choice but Changsun Hong had to obediently and go home to study and practice calligraphy with the loquat in his arms.

When Master Zhou was traveling far away, he told him that he would have to leave for at least one month, but if others knew that he was heading to Jingzhou, he would definitely be sure that Master Zhou would not be able to come back in two months.

So when he was not in school, Changsun Hong lived a leisurely and had a full schedule every day. He ran in the village with the dog in the morning without fearing the various smiles of the villagers, although this kept the dog's face red.

The morning was the time to study. Changsun Hong worked hard to study the Four Books and Five Classics with great headaches, trying his best to integrate himself into the profound and difficult ancient texts. There were no eight-part articles in this era. Apart from verses, the most important classical principles and arguments are similar to later generations of argumentative essays, but they are much more awkward.

In the afternoon, Changsun Hong went to the back mountain consciously. Dogzi often arrived before him. This young man was more enthusiastic about practicing martial arts than Changsun Hong. His family was poor, and chopping wood and selling money was his task. In order to catch up with the time of practicing martial arts in time, in the past, it took a day to chop back and pile up firewood as high as a mountain. Now Dogzi has done it in one morning. Although he is tired, he thinks it is worth it.

He stole the horse and practiced simple straight punches and punches against the tree trunk with sandbags, which were repeated and boring. In Changsun Jin's words, this was laying the foundation. If the foundation was not solid, the successor would be ineffective. The two had no choice but to practice obediently.

At night, during the sleeping time after dinner, Changsun Jin still pushed Changsun Hong to urinate blood, which was to relieve his fatigue and to stretch his muscles and bones. Over time, Changsun Hong began to slowly feel the effect of this massage, and only felt that the ligaments and muscles in his body were becoming more and more energetic. The joints that felt severe pain when stretched before became very resilient, flexible and agile, and some movements with a large bend amplitude were not difficult to do.

While massage, the story must be told. Changsun Jin's military stories are also emerging one after another. From the founding of the Song Dynasty and the Liao Kingdom to the entanglement with the Xia Kingdom and the Jin Kingdom for decades, he could tell them vividly. The Changsun family has lasted for more than a hundred years of martial arts journey, and it is told from his mouth that the bloody battles, the ruthlessness of the battlefield, and the bloody realistic stories made Changsun Hong more and more clear about the battle scenes in the cold weapon era.

The most powerful boss in the village, Li Xian, the high-ranking official at the top of the pyramid, never harassed him again after coming to Changsun Hong's house to warn him. It was probably related to the fact that the Changsun brothers took off the salt and did not move again.

Deputy Baozheng Li Yi still ran around the village's home, urging rent and debts everywhere. He is Li Xian's relative, and Changsun Hao is not good at making a fuss with him. It is also the matter of Deputy Baozheng. As Baozheng, he should have been with Li Yi. However, Changsun Hao is kind-hearted and cannot bear to force him too much, but it is not convenient to let Li Yi do this. It is just that he has done too much to force him and forced him too much, Changsun Hao will come forward to stop him.

Of course, it is often seen that Li Wen, Li Wu, Li Chong enters three rural playboys. Every afternoon when Changsun Hong goes to the mountains to practice martial arts, he can see three guys playing and wandering around the village, catching grasshoppers and stealing chickens and dogs, chasing the little girls in the village, picking fruits from other people's trees, bullying young people of ordinary sizes, and doing things that are disgusting.

However, they dared not provoke Changsun Hong. Every time they saw it, they would walk away with disdain. Perhaps, psychologically despising Changsun Hong was the only way to regain their self-esteem.

Apart from these ripples, the life in the small village is dull and quiet, making people a little doubtful. Is this world the size of this village, with no other people or anything else?

The villagers work from sunrise to sunset, and the sun is their clock, which is meticulous. They carry hoes to the ground, pick up the earthen bowl to eat, close the door to sleep, and chat and brag while enjoying the cool under the big trees at the entrance of the village after dinner. Their only entertainment is their life as light as the brown rice they eat, without any taste.

Changsun Hong almost knew all of them during this period, and had seen them all, and he remembered the names of most people. When they met, they could greet them with a familiar smile and greet them with a smile. People also greeted him happily. Everyone knows what Master Zhou likes him, and they also know that this thin but tall young man is a newcomer to the village. He wrote a good lyric that even Master Zhou, who even the villagers regard as the number one literary talent, admired him.

OK, it’s good to study. Everyone sighed that he was obviously a weak boy who was not good at the top. Because he read, he became sensible and polite. The only thing that was inappropriate was that he was carrying a bucket every morning without carrying water but running around the village.

But it doesn't matter. Maybe literati like this? Anyway, no one has seen other literati.

So the villagers envied the Changsun family. Their children were promising. This was a great thing. If they could jump out of the farming family and go to the county to do some work, the Changsun family would have great luck and would definitely improve steadily in the future.

Many families with girls even began to secretly think about Changsun Hong's age, and planned to wait until the house had property that could be used on the table, so they carried it to Baozheng to talk to him to see if they could get into a marriage.

If Changsun Hong knew that he had been eyed by others as his future son-in-law, he would definitely laugh.

After more than a month of this kind of life, when Changsun Hong began to wonder if he would go to Zhangjia Village to see how Carpenter Zhang's business was going and whether he needed some advice from himself, something big happened in the village.

First one day at noon, a fresh notice was posted on the wooden sign at the entrance of the village. The ink was covered with a lot of ink. Two people came, wearing hand-in-handed heads, round-necked cloth shirts, leggings on their calves, a pair of hemp shoes, and a knives with a knives and a ruler. It was said that they were the official yamen runners of the arrest squad. Li Xian showed his face rare and went out to pick up the two of them in person, and set up a banquet at the Li family.

Changsun Hao was also invited to drink a drink. When he came back, in addition to bringing a pack of braised pork to his family, he also had a serious and awe-inspiring expression on his face.

"A person in the Tang Sect, which is active in Kuizhou, has been arrested. He will be escorted to the CD Mansion in the past few days and will pass by nearby people. In order to prevent the robbery of people, the county master must pay attention to strangers along the way. If he is carrying weapons and has suspicious signs, he will be instructed to take them down. Second brother, something may happen."

This is Changsun Hong, who was gnawing a braised pig's trotter, accidentally heard Changsun Hao and Changsun Jin whisper at the dinner table.
Chapter completed!