A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

Regarding this matter... I have gone back. "

Wang Anshi felt very heavy and a little confused.

"Prince, walk slowly!"

Shen An sent him outside the gate with a smile.

Wang Anshi suddenly turned around and asked: "You think... what would happen if a child like Yuan Ze was beaten?"

Wang Anshi was obviously a little reluctant and at a loss when he said this.

Growing up, he had never been cruel to Wang Yu, but this time he felt too depressed and was ready to set a precedent.

"good!"

Shen An said solemnly: "A child cannot be effective unless beaten. A filial son will emerge from under a stick... Your Majesty, it is good to beat him from time to time."

Come on, give Wang Yu a good beating, Zhao Xu, Su Shi, Zhe Kexing... we will all be happy and shout 666 for you.

"yes!"

Wang Anshi turned around and went back, his feet a little stagnant.

"It's a fight! It's a fight!"

Cao Yan was like a groundhog, suddenly appearing from the front, shouting with joy on his face: "The two sides are fighting."

Shen An's eyes lit up and he asked, "Did Zhao Yunliang and the others win, or did the other faction win?"

As the construction of the clan academy came to an end, those who had paid to study began to complain, and those who had not paid... were said to be very disappointed, and then they got together and said a few words about the academy every day before they agreed. give up.

But these are all under control, and the balance between the two sides is maintained well.

Later, Zhao Xu asked about a few things about the clan academy, which immediately broke the balance. People who didn't sign up went crazy.

Some people regret and want to sign up, but how can the academy change it overnight? How can that show the benefits of early registration?

So they were rejected, and the academy's answer was to wait until next year.

As for next year, that's another price.

So those who didn't sign up collapsed and started looking for trouble every day.

But Zhao Yunliang and the others are not good friends. The two sides have been brewing a fight recently, and it is said that wooden sticks will be used.

Shen An has been looking forward to this battle. He has prepared a melon seed bench and is waiting for the news of the war.

Cao Yan said with joy, "The two sides just had a fight, and Zhao Yunliang's side suffered less. They fled back, gathered more people, and prepared to go out of the city to fight."

"So big? I like it!"

Shen An turned around and shouted: "Xiao Zhong..."

Mr. Zhuang was itching in the back, but he knew he couldn't go, "Lang Jun, Wen Xiaozhong and Chen Luo went out to protect the little lady."

"Yes! But I forgot."

Shen An hesitated for a moment. He was afraid of being ambushed.

Cao Yi said cheerfully: "I asked people to go home and ask more people to come."

"Okay, hurry up."

Shen An and Cao Yi ran away in a flash. Wang Anshi sighed: "If I don't go to the Chang Dynasty, these days... are really comfortable!"

It is everyone's aspiration not to go to the Chang Dynasty, but this is the ancestral rule. If you don't go, you will be contemptuous of your ancestors. How do you want to die?

And although most people don't like Chang Chao, there are a small number of people who like him religiously, such as the weirdo of the clan, the madman Zhao Yunchu of Chang Chao.

There are many weird things in the clan, but most of them are within control.

In an open space more than two miles outside the city, two groups of people were confronting each other.

One of the weirdos of the clan, Bianliang Fart King Zhao Zong'e, was standing at the front and said with a sneer: "I paid the money, no, I was the first group of people to pay the money to sign up, and I am happy with it. Didn't the officials say that, in the future, these things will happen As long as the descendants of the clan who have left the academy are capable, don’t worry about finding something to do. The Song Dynasty is a big country and has many things to do... so my descendants... have a way out for three generations, hahahaha!"

The clan members behind him all signed up and paid money to study in the clan academy, so they all laughed wildly when they heard this.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

These people smiled extremely proudly, and they were probably the kind of people the villain was talking about.

The clan opposite immediately started shouting and cursing: "Zhao Zong'e, you are like a dog, you are the king of farts in Bianliang, I curse you to be the king of farts for three generations of your family!"

"What do you think you are so proud of? Look back and be careful if your son learns miscellaneous subjects and becomes a fool in the end!"

"..."

These people were yelling and cursing endlessly. Zhao Zonge came back and said proudly: "They are angry."

A group of more than 300 people were looking at Zhao Yunliang.

Zhao Yunliang's figure became more and more... elegant. When the cold wind blew, he looked skinny and skinny, as if he would ride the wind back in the next moment.

He held a fly whisk in his right hand and stroked his beard with his left hand and said: "You can't raise an army when you are angry, but they are furious. This is why I asked you to anger them. This is the art of war... I have been practicing devoutly recently, and I can remember all my past education. , all the difficulties were solved one by one..."

Zhao Zonge said with envy: "Uncle Cao Guo no longer practices Taoism, so he is a fake expert. But you have persisted in fasting for so long. Many people are worried that you will... starve to death, but you are becoming more and more elegant. , it looks more like being out of the dust, I admire it!"

Zhao Yunliang said calmly: "You must be sincere, and everything will be possible if you are sincere."

"yes."

Zhao Zong'e nodded in agreement, and Zhao Yunliang ordered: "You go to the back to encourage everyone, and we will start later. I am in front, Zong Jiang is on my right, and you are on my left. Let's fight all the way."

"good."

Zhao Zong'e went to the back to cheer everyone up. Zhao Yunliang touched his belly and whispered: "Dalang, my father drank a bowl of porridge in the morning, but now my legs are a little weak."

Zhao Zongjiang touched his sleeves, took out a small oil paper bag and handed it over, "Dad, you eat."

Zhao Yunliang took it and opened it, but it was a piece of fat meat.

"you eat."

He handed over the oil-paper bag, and Zhao Zongjiang took out another one and said with a smile: "Dad, my son asked me to quietly buy two pieces of the latest braised pork yesterday, and I have them all."

The father and son stood at the front, so they ate quietly, making it difficult to spot them from behind.

"Dad, Shen An and Uncle Cao Guo are here."

Zhao Zongjiang had just eaten half of the pork when he saw Shen An and Cao Yi coming on horseback.

"Eat quickly."

Zhao Yunliang ate the fat in one mouthful, and the fat overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he reluctantly licked it back with his tongue.

"What should a villain do if he succeeds?"

The clan opposite is already making final mobilizations.

"Hit them!"

"Everything is ready."

"..."

"These clan members used to have nothing to do, but now they are forced out. Look, Uncle Guo, they have learned the art of war."

Shen An and Cao Yi rode their horses to the outside, smiled and cupped their hands, indicating not to interfere.

"Prepare!"

Zhao Yunliang ate a piece of fat meat and felt that he was full of strength. He raised the whisk, with Zhao Zonge on the left and his son Zhao Zongjiang on the right, majestic.

Zhao Zong'e farted, sniffed and said, 'Why does it smell like meat? ’

"Hit them!"

The opponent burst out with momentum and immediately rushed out.

Zhao Yunliang shouted: "Look, look, they are running without any plan. It can be seen that they are a mob. This battle will be won!"

"Must win!"

"Come on!"

Zhao Yunliang took the lead and rushed out, his gray beard and hair flying in the air, and his bloodiness exploded.

"Why is he so crazy?"

Cao Yi asked with some confusion.

"The crazier he acts at the moment, the less suspicious the officials will be of him."

Shen An felt that Zhao Yunliang deserved what he deserved and did not deserve sympathy. "So he still brought the clan members into fights at his old age just to make the officials feel at ease."

Zhao Yunliang rushed to the front, and when he encountered his opponent, he jumped up, and his opponent's face was swollen with a ridge.

The two sides collided, fists, feet and sticks flying, screams and calls for help echoed.

"Well done!"

Cao Yi pointed excitedly.

"Hit his head! Crack his head!"

"Tick your vaginal legs! Kick him!"

"Oh...is this pinching? It feels so good."

"Old Zhao actually knows how to hold back?"

"Hit! Whoever you kill will count!"

"Kill him!"

There were not many onlookers for this battle. Facing these clans, no one dared to shout, except for Shen An and Cao Yi.

"Kill who?"

"Kill them!"

"who are they?"

"them……"

Shen An felt that the chattering of the person behind him was annoying, but his voice was somewhat familiar, so he said, "Why do you talk so much like a woman..."

"Be bold!"

This voice is more familiar, that of my good friend Chen Zhongheng.

So who is that familiar voice in the front?

Shen An smiled dryly and turned around, and it turned out to be Zhao Shu.

"Guanjia, why are you here?"

Zhao Shu glanced at him. He was also upset about being called a woman just now, but it was not the right moment to settle accounts.

"Let me take a look."

He was wearing plain clothes, accompanied by Chen Zhongheng, and on the other side was Zhang Ba8an with a straight face.

Is this... coming to see the fun?

What would happen if it broke out?

"Fight!"

Zhao Yunliang received a punch in the face, and his eyes narrowed into triangles, his fierce glare was revealed, and all his celestial demeanor was gone.

But there were fewer of them, so they began to retreat steadily after a while.

"Shen An..."

"What are you doing?"

Shen An looked at Zhao Shu innocently, as if he didn't know what he meant.

"Ahem!"

Chen Zhongheng felt that this kid was really narrow-minded, "Find a way... you know."

I understand your sister!

Shen An originally wanted to get some benefits, but as soon as Chen Zhongheng came out, he couldn't pretend to be stupid.

Zhao Shu snorted coldly; "If they lose, those clans will be more united and united... That will be trouble. The less trouble the Song Dynasty has at present, the better. Zhao Yunliang and the others cannot lose today... I remember that you are strong, Uncle Guo. Not bad?."

Just as Cao Yi was about to hit his chest to break the big stone, Zhao Yunliang was punched and fell to his knees on the ground to vomit.

"Uh, I'm okay, sir." Cao Yi felt a little guilty.

Zhao Shu said: "Go ahead. I'll let Zhang Baiyang keep an eye on me. If something goes wrong, let him take action."

Don't worry, go and die. Zhang Bianba will be your back-up and will collect the body for you.

Chen Zhongheng stood at the back and smiled gloatingly at Shen An, feeling that no matter how good this guy was, he would inevitably have a bruised nose and face today.

"This is a trivial matter!"

Shen An said easily: "Don't worry, officials, I'll leave this matter to you."

Shen An's responsible attitude made Zhao Shu forget his fault of comparing himself to a woman, and said: "Be careful, and... I remember that you still have some merits..."

Does this allow me to break those people's legs?

Zhao Shu nodded, indicating that he was right.

But Shen An said: "Officials don't need to be like this."

He turned around and whistled, and Zhao Shu asked: "Who did you bring with you? Wen Xiaozhong? I heard that that person is worth ten for one."

Huang Chun, Yan Baoyu...and the rural soldiers walked out of the crowd of onlookers.

This insidious guy!

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