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Chapter 28 The journey starts now

It is better to sharpen your knife in front of the battle than not to sharpen it.

Jia Liu knew that even if he went to the sky to practice, he would not be able to become a good bow-drawer, but it would be fine to practice arrogance.

Based on his understanding of the Eight Banners' disciples, shelf goods should be able to squeeze out many competitors.

Of course, the premise is based on fairness, justice and openness.

I just don't know how much Daquan gave Lao Zhao and the others this time.

"Do you want to practice bow?"

Jia Daquan, who still had a slight head ache, looked at his son who was already dressed in bunt in surprise.

"Classic is no problem, but there is still a riding and shooting test. My son thought that he had never practiced before. Wouldn't it be a joke if he couldn't even draw the bow in the field?"

Destiny always favors those who are more prepared.

Jia Liu firmly believed in this.

Jia Daquan didn't want to but said: "What's so good about the bow, don't worry, Dad made it for you yesterday, and then you can show your face when you go on stage, what do you spend so much time on?"

There is no nonsense about this matter, Lao Zheng and Lao Zhao patted his chest and shoulders at the wine table yesterday.And in order for his son to be admitted to the second-class Baitang'a, he has already spent more than thirty taels.

Today I have to go to take care of a few other people. It is estimated that even food and drink will cost 20 taels. After doing the calculations, 50 taels will be thrown in, which is equivalent to half a year's income of his family.

If things still can't be done, it's simply unreasonable.

But having said that, my son can really make up for the second-class Baitang'a, even if he spends a few dozen taels of Jia Daquan without frowning.

In this world, how can there be a father who really doesn't love his son?
Tiger poison does not eat children.

Thinking of his son being sensible, filial, and willing to make progress, Jia Daquan drank the wine more smoothly than before, and didn't need to shake three times after urinating.

"Okay, let's go back to the house and sleep again. Shuan Zhu said you stayed up late last night?" Looking at his son's obviously red eyes, Jia Daquan couldn't help but feel distressed.

Jia Liu shook his head with a smile, and said, "I didn't stay up all night, I just memorized all the answers to the papers."

"Um,"

Jia Daquan nodded in relief, "If Daddy had your ambition back then, our family wouldn't have become what it is today."

This is a bit self-deprecating, but it is also true.

Back then, Jia Daquan served as the assistant leader of the fourth grade in the banner, but because he was afraid of going to the Ministry of war with Zhaohui and dying, he abruptly ruined his future.

Thinking about it now, can you not regret it?
It is just his self-consolation to say that being an official is too hard and tiring, and that he is not as comfortable as an idler.

Not to mention anything else, if he is still an official in the banner, can the newly appointed deputy governor, Fu Chang'an, throw his Jia family into the banner list?
"Father, I'd better practice. Our old man was a military commander back then. As a great-grandson, I can't let him embarrass me."

Jia Liufei wanted to practice the big bow, just like driving a car in his previous life, only when he holds the steering wheel in his hands can he feel at ease.

Even if it is just a formality, the premise of formalism is that there must be a form.

To shoot a big eagle with a bow, one must first bend the bow.

"That works,"

Jia Daquan was in a hurry to meet Ma Zhangjing, the Yinfang introduced by Lao Zheng, to pave the way for his son. Seeing that his son wanted to practice, he went to the warehouse to fiddle with it for a while, and then took a handful of long objects wrapped in oily paper. walked out.

After untiing the outermost oil paper, a long bow was revealed, both the bow handle and the bowstring were wrapped tightly with silk.

The oil-skinned paper that was thrown aside was covered with dust, and it had been left there for an unknown number of years.

"This bow was used by my father back then, and I haven't touched it for more than ten years." Looking at the bow and arrow he used to shoot rabbits in the past, Jia Daquan felt a sigh of relief.

Time is not forgiving, and he is already fifty years away.

Whether the Jia family can revive their family style really depends on this precious son who has changed his temper and worked hard to make progress.

Seeing his son reaching out to draw the bow, Jia Daquan hurriedly said, "This is a eight-strength bow, so be careful."

Jia Liu didn't know what the meaning of "eight strength" was. Anyway, it was very difficult to pull the string, but fortunately, he could pull the string to the full even if he gritted his teeth and persisted, but he could only hold on for two or three seconds before he would loosen.

Seeing this, Jia Daquan nodded, and it was like this for the first time to draw a bow, and then told his son to try, don't tire himself out, otherwise his arms will definitely be sore tomorrow, and he will be in trouble if he misses the Baitanga exam.

"Got it, Dad!"

When leaving, Jia Daquan didn't forget to ask Yang Zhi to feed the big black horse and give him more beans, so that he had to go on the field with the big black horse in the riding and archery test.

Don't let everyone get ready at that time, but this beast committed a crime.

After his father left, Jia Liu wandered around the yard with his bow in hand, and then asked Yang Zhi to find a piece of wood from the stable and hang it on the old locust tree at home with a rope.

Going back to the room, I drew a big circle on the wooden board with a brush dipped in ink, and after drawing two small circles inside the circle, a simple target was completed.

"Shuan Zhu, watch out, young master, I'm going to shoot arrows!"

Jia Liu let out a loud shout, accumulating luck.

Yang Zhi ran directly to the stable from where he stood just now, the distance may be several feet.

Jia Liu, who had already suffocated to draw the bowstring to the full, couldn't care less about scolding Shuanzhu for his lack of loyalty, his right thumb and index finger loosened, and then he heard a "swish", and the long arrow on the string pointed straight at the locust tree. fly away.

During the thunder and lightning, the eyes of both master and servant were wide open, as if they were suspended at the same time.

After fast-forwarding, there was no sound Jia Liu wanted to hear from above the board.

Except for a little swaying in the breeze, the planks were almost motionless.

What about arrows?

Jia Liu took a closer look and saw that the arrow was stuck in the brick wall in front left several feet away from the plank.

It doesn't matter if you don't win, Jia Liu is not discouraged at all, he is born once and familiar with the second time, there is no natural archer in the world.

As a result, he aimed a few more arrows, but none of them hit the target, and his arms were quite weak.

"Young master, I think it's better not to practice. I feel distressed when I see it. Didn't the master say, let's just show up on the stage?" Yang Zhi said earnestly.

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Jia Liu really wanted to make a big splash, but the facts told him that some people are not born with archery.

For example, him.

In the end, Jia Liu gave up struggling under the blow of several missed arrows.

Because he wants to preserve his strength.

After dark, Jia Daquan came back drunk again, and kicked down two jars of pickles when passing by the entrance of the alley.

Fortunately no one saw it.

Compared with yesterday, the consciousness of being a father today is much clearer. While picking the gap between his teeth with a needle, he told his son that he can go to the exam tomorrow without worrying about it. I am ashamed to meet my ancestors.

"Take the exam tomorrow? So soon?"

Jia Liu glanced at the fourth room on the east side, and there were portraits of Jia's ancestors hanging in it.

"If you don't take the exam earlier, you can make up for it earlier? Sixth son, you have to make your father proud."

Jia Daquan said that in the morning he would take the classics test in the Metropolitan Yamen, and in the afternoon he would go to Deshengmen to take the riding and archery test, and asked Jia Liu to eat early and rest early, so as not to be late tomorrow morning.

He also asked how his bow practice was today, and Jia Liuzhi said that he would not embarrass him anyway.

"That's good, that's good, our family will point at you from now on."

While speaking, Jia Daquan touched his son's bald forehead, and tears flowed from his eyes.

After taking his father back into the house with Yang Zhi to sleep, Jia Liu came to the courtyard alone under the old locust tree without a single leaf, looking up at the starry sky.

The night sky in late autumn seemed so empty.

Tomorrow is the real beginning of Jia Liu's life.

Like a trip, don't care about the destination.

Everything, just do your best.

A row of lanterns hung in the alley outside the courtyard wall made Jia Liu's figure under the pagoda tree look so tall on the ground.

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