When I got home that night, Changsun Hong's hands and feet were no longer his own. The practice of fighting boxing was to practice to the death, and there was no trick. This kind of boxing that was purely power and speed focused on being fierce, and it was completely based on physical fitness to realize the maximum potential. If you practice it well, if you fight against others, for example, it would be like hitting a car with a bulldozer.

Changsun Jin also said that there are hundreds of martial arts schools, but there are countless martial arts masters who are famous for their skills. All kinds of unique skills are like crucian carp in the river. In fact, to put it bluntly, it means knocking down opponents through various ways and saving yourself. In terms of this, combat skills in the military are the king. If you don’t play with nothing, just go straight to the gate. Don’t worry about any moves, just beat them down. Simple speed and power are more practical.

This theory is very similar to the free fighting in later generations. It is simple and crude, practical, and simple to practice. It basically doesn’t require a master, you can practice it yourself.

Dogzi and Changsun Hong were like a treasure, and they were very happy to practice. After an afternoon, they were so tired that they were as tired as dogs. Changsun Jin could not do so, so they had to support them to return home with the mountain they were going down.

At the door of the house, before Changsun Jin's uncle and nephew entered the door, he saw a man dressed in a long-term worker tenant waiting by the door. When they saw the two of them coming back, they came up and sang.

"Mr. Zhou, the Xishi of the Official Li family, asked me to tell Erlang that he has come back today and class will start tomorrow. Please come over on time." The Changgong said this and said goodbye.

Changsun Jin was not concerned about this matter, so he shook his shoulders and went in. However, Changsun Hong remembered it firmly. Master Zhou is very nice to him now. After tomorrow, he has to tell him about going to the county town first.

During dinner, Changsun Hao and Zhang knew that the Master had returned, and they gave Erlang another advice to him to come tomorrow and bring some newly collected rice from his family to repay Master Zhou's teaching.

So the next morning, when Changsun Hong, who had finished his morning exercise, entered the Li family, he was carrying a bag of new rice in his hand. This was the highest etiquette for the villagers to give to others. The poor had nothing else to do. Rice was the most expensive gift.

Master Zhou also came very early. He came before the three brothers of the Li family came. After entering the house, he saw Changsun Hong cleaning the remaining chaff in the rice grains, so he called him happily.

"Changsun Erlang, come on, come here quickly." Master Zhou said: "You have something to tell you."

Changsun Hong smiled and said, "Yes, it just so happens that the kid has something to report to his master."

"Oh?" Zhou Lang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "You have something to do, too? Forget it, let's talk about it first, but have you finished writing all the copybooks that Master gave you?"

"This..." Changsun Hong was slightly suffocated, thinking that the copybook you gave me could not be finished until next year, so where was it so fast? He hurriedly said, "I am writing copybook every day, but I cherish it, for fear that I will not finish it again after I finish it, so I wrote it carefully and wrote it very slowly."

"Oh, there's no need. Erlang practiced with peace of mind. I have some here. You can get some back later." Zhou Lang was in a good mood. He knelt down in front of his own square table. He was still wearing a green cloth robe, but he hadn't seen it for a while, and it looked even more old. The cuffs and collars were washed white.

"... Master, I actually want to report that in a few days, Li Wen and Li Wu brothers are going to study in the county school, and there is a lack of a book companion. My father and Guanren Li were in good condition and asked me to accompany me to study. On the one hand, I can learn from the county school, and on the other hand, I can accompany the two young masters in close companionship and get some nobleness." Changsun Hong wiped the sweat from his head, tried to forget the troublesome copybook, and said respectfully: "Today I came to report to you, and my family has prepared some rice and grain and small items to repay the Master's care these days."

As he spoke, Changsun Hong put the rice bag on the side with a respectful attitude.

Zhou Lang didn't even look at the rice bag, but pondered, weighed the beard on his jaw for a while, and then said for a while: "It's a good thing to go to the county school, but you can't enter the school again, but it's useless. Listening outside the window is just a joke. You are a young man with a high spirit and strong temper, and you can't stand it."

Changsun Hong's original intention was not to go to school to study, but to go to a bigger place to see if there are any business opportunities, find a reliable businessman to make some money together, and lay the foundation for a safe and prosperous life.

Studying in the imperial examination and becoming an official? Uh, let others go.

So when the Master said this, Changsun Hong lowered his head and smiled secretly. Unexpectedly, his head lowered his head made Zhou Lang mistakenly think that he had made the decision.

So Master Zhou smiled slightly and comforted him with kind words: "Don't be depressed, what do you think is this?"

He reached into his arms and took out a letter.

Changsun Hong raised his head and looked at the white envelope in Master Zhou's hand that was shaking constantly. Zhou Lang smiled and pointed at the cover of the letter with a neatly written small words on it.

"Heshan Jingcheng." He said, "Do you know who this is?"

Changsun Jin shook his head with a dull expression. He knew what Heshan was.

"Heshan is Wei Weng's name." Zhou Lang said happily: "Wei Weng Wei Leweng, a great scholar of the world, compared with him, the Master is just a firefly to the bright moon! A true scholar and a pillar of the country, he said something a few years ago that all the lords of the court would sway!"

Changsun Hong's eyes flashed, and he faintly understood that Zhou Lang's trip was probably not just a visit to his friends.

Sure enough, Zhou Lang took the case with both hands, looked at Changsun Hong with serious face, and said in a very serious voice: "Erlang, you have talent, this is a blessing from God. Many scholars spend their whole life, and they are afraid that they will not be as exciting as your poem. If you are not good at crafting and let it be eliminated in the world, wouldn't it be a pity? The Master went out this time and asked you for a great talent in Weng Wei and got this letter. With it, it would be extremely easy for you to study in the county school!"

It turned out that the Master asked Wei Leweng for his recommendation! Changsun Hong understood it just now, and his gratitude to Master Zhou could not help but rise to a higher level, from the original love between an ordinary teacher and student to the grace of a kindness of knowing the grace of a knowing experience.

Wei Liweng was a great Confucian scholar in the Southern Song Dynasty. He used his own strength to send Cheng Zhou Neo-Confucianism to the outline of the Song Dynasty, laying the foundation for the supremacy of Neo-Confucianism in later generations and laying the foundation for the supremacy of Neo-Confucianism in the future. His reputation was so high that he could rank among the top famous officials of the Song Dynasty. This person served in Shuzhong for more than 20 years and served as the pacification envoy of the Four Roads of Xichuan. His disciple and former official, Manchuanzhong, was recommended by him. Entering a small county school was like taking a picture.

Of course, it will definitely be more helpful to your true purpose. This letter is a golden background wall. With it as your backer, what is difficult to deal with?

Thinking of this, Changsun Hong was ecstatic and simply pushed the golden mountain and turned his head to bow to Master Zhou, shouting: "The Master's kindness is as vast as the sea, Changsun Hong will never forget it!"

Master Zhou smiled and helped him up, put the letter in his hands, and said, "You don't have to thank me. Master has just walked for a while. Letters cannot replace your own efforts. When you go to the county school, you must work harder. As long as you remember that learning sages and reading thousands of books and applying them to the country is a task of a gentleman, I will not waste my efforts."

"I dare not forget what the Master taught me." Changsun Hong responded with his head down, holding the letter in his hand, as if holding a heavy letter, and even more like holding a shiny golden rice bowl. The joy in his heart was more than when he built a rice mill.
Chapter completed!