Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 177 Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon 2
  Wang Jin and others came out of the queue and shouted: "If you want to eat meat, just come up."

Immediately, seven or eight people came out impatiently, asked for weapons, and fought with Wang Jin and others.

Although these prisoners have some bravery, they have no exquisite martial arts. How can they be compared with the elite instructors in the army and the martial arts leaders of the provinces? Within one or two rounds, they were all knocked down.

Not long after, seventy or eighty people were knocked down, and the prisoners calmed down. They realized that the bowl of meat was not delicious, and they began to think of other solutions.

Suddenly I heard a weak voice saying: "Sir, I used to be a scholar and could read and write."

Jia Cong raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? There are even talented ministers here. Come out and recite a passage from the book for me to listen to."

"Yes." The man came out. He was a thin man, probably in his twenties. He straightened his clothes and bowed his hand towards Jia Cong.

He recited aloud: "The way of a university is to be clear and virtuous, to be close to the people, and to be at the highest level of goodness. After knowing to stop, there will be concentration, and after concentration, one can be still, and after being still, one can be at peace, at peace, then he can be concerned, and after he is concerned, he can gain. There are things. Everything has an end and a beginning. If you know what comes first, you will get the shortcut..."

He memorized more than a thousand words in one breath, and he was very familiar with it. It was obvious that he was not blind.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Okay, count you as one, give him two cakes and a bowl of meat."

"Young man Fan Ming, thank you for your grace, thank you for your grace." The scholar kowtowed with gratitude.

When everyone saw that Fan Ming had easily found good food, they were extremely envious and helpless. Who calls him a scholar?
  "My lord, this little man is so agile that he can climb over walls and beams, eavesdrop and steal treasures like he's picking things up from a bag. He's known as the Flying Monkey in the world." A thin man came out.

Jia Cong said: "How to prove it?"

The thin man tightened his belt, looked at the two houses next to each other, took two steps, kicked off the wall on the left side of the road, jumped up, then turned around and walked on the wall on the right side. With another kick, he went up a few feet, turned around and kicked again, and with a quick movement, he climbed gently onto the roof without making any sound.

Everyone cheered in unison.

Jia Cong smiled and nodded, saying: "Not bad, not bad, I count you as one, come down."

The man chuckled, somersaulted down, stood firmly, knelt down and clasped his fists, saying: "Wang Fei, thank you for your grace."

"Sir, I know some medical skills, especially metallurgy and orthopedics. I can diagnose and treat soldiers." A middle-aged man raised his hand and said.

"Where is the military doctor? Take him down to identify the herbs and test them."

"My lord, I am good at raising horses and being a veterinarian. I don't know if that counts."

"Take it down and try, who else is there?"

"Sir, I know how to do carpentry and repair and build houses. I see that the houses in this city are ruined..."

"Count one, that one, Xiucai, come here and remember the names, place of origin, age, and abilities of these people just now."

"Yes, yes, I obey." Fan Ming hurriedly put down the pancakes, put down the bowl and came over to agree.

Everyone was so jealous that he was just a scholar. Carpenters, horse feeders, and thieves could all eat meat. Why couldn't he eat it?

"My lord, my lord, and my lord, I know how to kill pigs. No matter how big the pig is, one person can kill it."

"This little guy knows how to make bricks and tiles, so he can repair and build a house."

"The villain is a cook, and he is proficient in all kinds of cuisines from the north and the south."

"The villain can tell stories and can relieve men's boredom."

"The little guy can do all kinds of tricks, and he can also relieve the boredom of the men."

"Young people know how to chop firewood. How can we do without firewood in the cold winter months?"

"A villain can make iron, and he can make weapons and farm tools."

"The villain will..."

Everyone was busy reporting their talents, and there were many live exercises. Some were babbling and singing, some were telling a story, and some were doing somersaults.

All the sergeants on the sidelines laughed.

"Okay!" Jia Cong waved his hand and chuckled in his heart. The prisoners had all kinds of talents. "If you have some skills, you can all be registered." Suddenly dozens of people cheered and surrounded the scholar, all talking about their families. Afraid of leaking.

Soon, dozens of prisoners were served with broth and noodles, and they were all smiling from ear to ear.

The remaining prisoners had nothing to do except eat, drink, whore and gamble, so they all shook their heads in annoyance.

"My lord, I'm good at shooting." A young man with rough skin and handsome face said.

Jia Cong's eyes lit up. Ordinary people could never touch a bow and arrow in their lifetime, so how could they be good at shooting?

"Who are you? Tell me your name."

"The villain Xie Hui was born as an Orion. He has been practicing archery and setting traps since he was a child. He accidentally killed mountain people in the traps he set, so he was sent here."

Jia Cong nodded: "Give him the bow and arrow."

Jie Hui took the bow handed over by the sergeant, pulled it gently, and said: "This bow is no more than a stone, it is too light, please change to a heavier bow."

Jia Cong smiled slightly and raised his chin towards Deng Lei.

Deng Lei chuckled, took off the three-stone bow from his horse, and handed it to him.

Jie Hui touched the bow body, nodded, and suddenly made the bow look like a full moon. He repeatedly praised: "Good bow, good bow."

Jia Cong, Wang Jin and other knowledgeable people all nodded. Jie Hui was not like Deng Lei, Zhang Yi and others who used brute force to guide the bow. Instead, he was extremely familiar with the bow, and the muscles and bones in his body were all twisted together. , seemingly unable to mix, it opened with a slight pull.

Master!

Everyone secretly praised it.

Jie Hui slowly loosened his bowstring, picked up a human-sized earthen jar on the side of the road, and threw it diagonally into the sky.

Everyone thought that shooting such a big jar was not that powerful.

Suddenly, the bowstring clanged and made a soft sound, and the arrow flew out against the falling jar. The jar was bounced back several feet by the force of the arrow.

Everyone groaned.

Jianhui shot out another arrow immediately after, and the jar bounced up several feet.

Seven or eight arrows were shot out in a swish, and the jar seemed to be dancing in the air. Not only did it not fall, but it bounced higher and higher!
  good! Everyone was surprised and admired, and cheered loudly.

What kind of eyesight and accuracy is this? If you miss the shot, the jar will fall. If you hit the shot correctly, the jar will break again and must be wiped clean. This is much more difficult than dancing on a tightrope.

"Okay, okay!" Jia Cong clapped his hands and said with a smile, "I can't believe that there are such talented and beautiful people in Wanglao City Camp. God help me."

Jie Hui shot two consecutive arrows diagonally at the ground. The jar fell down and bounced off the arrow shaft, rolling gently to the ground without any damage.

Everyone was amazed.

Even those who are good at shooting such as Su Can and Zhao Lingkong have to accept the defeat.

"Thank you, sir, for your appreciation. Thank you, sir, for lending me the bow, and I will return the original." Jie Hui held the bow and walked up to Deng Lei.

Deng Lei pushed the bow with a smile and said, "I'll give it to you. It's up to you to use it so that you can live up to it."

Jie Hui still wanted to refuse, but Jia Cong said with a smile: "This bow is suitable for you, just kill a few more Tatars, and give me some pointers in the future."

"I don't dare. If the adults inquire, I will tell you everything I know." Xie Hui bowed hurriedly.

"Okay, let's go eat meat. Who else is there?" Jia Cong asked with a little hope. A thousand pieces of gold are easy to get, but a general is hard to find. The more talents there are, the greater the certainty that he will defend the city and make meritorious service.

Sure enough, two more people stood up and said:
  "Little man Leitai."

"Little monk emptiness."

(End of this chapter)