Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 22 A Thousand Miles a Day

In this way, Jia Cong went out early every day and came back late every day to study martial arts at Wang Jin's house. He always memorized military law and military books for an hour every day, and then practiced martial arts. When he returned home in the evening, he had to practice evening classes by himself until he was exhausted, which made Qingwen feel distressed and repeatedly advised him to take good care of his body. He just laughed it off.

A month passed in a hurry. Because of Feng Tang's greeting, Wang Jin did not have to go on duty in the army. He devoted himself to teaching Jia Cong every day. In addition, Jia Cong had a solid foundation and high understanding. He was advancing rapidly, and he could teach carefully. A person who studies seriously, in just one month, Jia Cong is somewhat transformed, which Wang Jin always secretly praises.

On this day, Wang Jin was taking an exam to teach Jia Cong what he had learned the day before. He only heard Jia Cong reciting aloud: "The soldiers do not choose training, the soldiers do not obey the habits, the daily life is not careful, the movement and stillness are not concentrated, the advantage is too late, the refuge is not completed, the attack is before the attack, and the solution is later." , This is not the fault of reining in the soldiers, and the methods are not the same.

Therefore, it is said: If the army is not outnumbered, and the soldiers are not brave and timid, if it is controlled, it will win, and if it is chaotic, it will be defeated. The soldiers don't know the generals, the generals don't know the soldiers, they don't advance when they hear the drums, and they don't stop when they hear the gold. Even if there are millions of people, if you use them to fight the enemy, it's like putting your flesh on a tiger's groin, and you can win..."

Hearing that he had recited every word well, Wang Jin nodded with satisfaction and said: "Brother Cong, you have been practicing for some time. Let's see what you have practiced today." After saying that, he moved the weapon rack and put it on the rack. More than ten candles were lit.

"Shoot out all the candles with one shot. The candles are not allowed to fall, and there is no sound of any collision."

Jia Cong nodded, meaning that the gun tip must pass through the gap between the weapons on the shelf and hit the wax core, and it cannot touch anything. It can only use one shot, and no pause is allowed in the middle. I already have a plan in mind.

"Disciple, try your best and ask the teacher for correction." Jia Cong stood in front of the shelf holding a gun and concentrated for a moment.

Suddenly there was a loud shout, a kick of the heel, a twist of the wrist, and the spear circled around him like a living thing, then stabbed out from behind. The silver light from the spear head trembled wildly, dragging a bright silver shadow in the air.

Once the shot was fired, there was no sound, only green smoke lingered on the weapon rack, and more than ten candles seemed to be blown out by a gust of wind at the same time.

"Okay!" Wang Jin said with a smile, stroking his palms, "Brother Cong is indeed the person favored by Duke Xianrong. Once you know it, your achievements the next day will be limitless."

"Thanks to the teacher for his good teaching." Jia Cong said. In these days, he finally understood Wang Jin's educational philosophy. He first used his magical marksmanship to calm himself and arouse his desire to learn, and then slowly improved his basic skills.

There is not much content in reciting the Art of War every day, only one or two hundred words, so as not to be boring, but at the same time it is extremely strict. If he makes a mistake in a word, he will be whipped. Jia Cong is really afraid of being beaten and does not dare to make mistakes. He goes back every night All must be written down silently and memorized repeatedly.

"Your spear and stick skills have been mastered. From tomorrow on, you can slowly build up your strength in your muscles and bones, supplemented by your proficiency in marksmanship. Once your muscles and bones are strong, your marksmanship will naturally improve."

"Cong would like to obey the master's orders."

"By the way, do you have any prescriptions for martial arts training?"

Jia Cong told him about the Guiyuan Hu Qian Pills he was taking, and Wang Jin sighed: "Only people like you can afford such good medicine."

Jia Cong was stunned.

"Are there any medicines for external use?"

Jia Cong nodded and told him the family recipe.

Wang Jin shook his head, "This prescription can treat bruises and bruises. It can reduce swelling and relieve pain, but it's not suitable for you." After saying that, he went back to the room and wrote a prescription and handed it to Jia Cong.

"Starting from tomorrow, take 10 doses of this medicine every day. Boil it in boiling water for half an hour, then pour it into a bathtub and soak your body for an hour. During this period, you must ensure that the bath water is hot, so that the medicine can penetrate into the skin, fascia, and bone marrow. It can relax your muscles, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and enhance your energy and vitality, which is of great benefit to you to lay a solid foundation."

Jia Cong took the prescription and said with some guilt: "Teacher, how much money does it cost to grab 10 doses of medicine?" In the past two months, he took medicine, bought medicine for Qin Keqing, and invited Wang Jin to dinner and bought gifts for Wang Jin. Basically, the money that was defrauded from Baochai was spent to a great extent.

"They are just ordinary medicines, not worth much. 10 doses are only 2 taels of silver. Of course, most people can't afford them, but for your family, they are nothing." Wang Jin said with a smile.

Jia Cong apologized in embarrassment. This is a waste of money. I need 10 doses of medicine a day, which costs 60 taels of silver a month. It’s so expensive.

Where does the money come from? When it comes to making money, he has no economic acumen and no skills in making money. It is simply a disgrace to the time travellers.

Are you going to set up a stall on the overpass to perform? When the old lady found out, she was afraid that she would be beaten to death first.

Unknowingly, Jia Cong started thinking about some rich little women again, and now this is the only way. It's not shameful to cheat based on your ability. It's not just borrowing money. Yes, it is like that. In the afternoon, after having dinner with Wang Jin, Jia Cong said, "Teacher, I have to go back to deal with some trivial matters at home today. I'm asking for half a day's leave."

Wang Jin nodded and told: "Go ahead. Remember, practicing kung fu is like sailing against the current. You only practice one day of kung fu, one day without practicing ten days of looseness, and ten days without practicing a hundred days of sky. Don't make a mistake."

"The disciple understands."

After bidding Wang Jin out, Jia Cong returned home and took Jia Huan to the East Mansion. He decided to go to Qin Keqing's place first. After all, she was the young lady in charge, so it shouldn't be difficult to get some money. After all, we are decent people and we cannot just point at Baochai, a little white sheep. Jia Cong deeply feels that he is benevolent and righteous and deserves to be a good man in the new era.

Jia Huan saw his expression was different and said, "Why do you suddenly want to go to Dongfu today? Don't you want to practice your Kung Fu?"

"Combining work and rest, don't you understand? Don't you think Huifangyuan is quite naughty?"

"Bah, you must be evil. You want to frighten me, Mr. Huan. You should be smarter. I won't go." Jia Huan broke away from his hand and said angrily. Look like I'm not a child and you can't coax me.

Damn it, Jia Cong secretly sighed that this kid was a ghost and a ghost, so it was hard to lie to him. He had no choice but to lure him with a profit, "You go with me and I will give you 2 taels of silver when I come back."

"Is this such a good thing? Why do you want me to go?" Jia Huan asked doubtfully.

"I'm embarrassed to go alone."

"Do you still have money? Don't try to coax me. I went to your house yesterday and found out that you don't have as much money as I do."

"How do you know?" Jia Cong asked curiously.

"Because I turned it over quietly." Jia Huan chuckled.

"You brat, you know how to sneak around!" Jia Cong was furious.

"The only thing to blame is that Qingwen was too stupid to hide it. She just put it in the closet and I found it as soon as I looked for it."

"Okay, I don't have any money now. I'll have money once I go to Dongfu."

"Really? Do you want to go to Dongfu to get two?" Jia Huan stretched out two fingers to make a pickpocket gesture with a sly look.

"Bah, where did you learn dirty things?" Jia Cong flicked his forehead with his finger, "I'm going to borrow money."

Jia Huan was in pain, covering his head with tears in his eyes, and said: "I said, if you want to get two, it's better to go to the wan sister-in-law's house. I know where her ladder is, it's closer and more convenient, hehe."

"It's as close as you can get, come with me."

"Who can I borrow from?"

"Brother Rong's daughter-in-law."

Jia Huan said thoughtfully, "I heard that she has been ill for several days, and you went to her to borrow money."

"We have to go and visit her when she is sick. Besides, illness is illness, and borrowing money is borrowing money. How can they be confused."

"That makes sense." Jia Huan smiled broadly.

(End of this chapter)