Changsheng: My qualifications improve a little bit every day

Fucheng Guards Camp.

Fang Hu walked through the gate with a sad face and entered the school grounds.

"Isn't this Fang Hu's team? What brought you here? I heard that your old injury has recurred and you are not recuperating at home. What are you doing here?"

After just a few steps, a young man with a playful smile walked towards him. This man was wearing a set of exquisite chain-mail fish scale armor, with an equally exquisite horizontal knife hanging from his waist.

The exposed palms have delicate skin, and no trace of exercise can be seen at all.

On the contrary, they are similar to those pampered rich families.

Although this kind of person is wearing armor and standing in the military camp, he looks a bit like a soldier.

On the other hand, Fang Hu only wore half a suit of leather armor, with only his vital parts covered with a few pieces of iron.

But just standing here, his whole body exuded a frightening evil aura.

"You don't want to be awarded official positions, and you don't show yourself in public. What kind of thing are you? An old guy who is even a martial arts scholar, and you still want to compete with me?"

After the Moshan tribe was wiped out this time, it was naturally time to reward them based on their merits.

In particular, before the war this time, the government had promised that after the war, officials would be awarded not based on family status, but only on merit.

This was naturally supported by many middle- and lower-class soldiers, or warriors who came from poor backgrounds and had no reputation in the first place.

Only then can these warriors work for the imperial court.

But now, after the Moshan tribe was defeated and the victory came, when it was time to actually confer an official position, something changed.

Since ancient times, there has never been a shortage of those who seek personal gain with power. Many children of aristocratic families who had never been seen on the battlefield, or who had become officials, have come out to compete one after another.

Most of these people were no more than transporting food, grass and baggage, and some even just served as instructors for new recruits. When they were about to win, they followed them to fight a few downwind battles.

I don’t know if there is any blood on my hands, but they are all very active now.

For example, the guy in front of me named Gao Shide.

At the beginning, this person was among the grain and grass supplies transportation team. It is said that for most of the year, he was not in the army at all, but lived happily in Xiahe County.

Later, when the Moshan tribe was about to be conquered, this man directly came to a team led by Fang Hu and served as the deputy captain. Following the gilding, now back in Fucheng, he has become his biggest competitor for the award. .

Gao Shide thought of something immediately, and then continued: "If this is not the case, you don't want to go to the wall. Why don't you follow me? After I am released, you can be my deputy."

Before, Fang Hu was symptomatic and he was the team deputy.

Now that I say this, I just want to disgust Fang Hu.

What kind of deputy is just empty words.

If Fang Hu really answered the question, he would really laugh at this "upright" warrior who prides himself on being upright.

"Lieutenant Gao, we have different paths and don't work together. You go your way and I go mine. It's best if we don't meet each other."

Fang Hu shook his head and pronounced the word "Team Vice" with a strong accent.

"You should accept your fate as a mud-legged person. If you don't accept your fate, it will be like an egg hitting a stone. I want to see whether the egg is harder or the stone is harder."

After Gao Shide said this, he snorted coldly, stopped caring about Fang Hu, and left with a smile.

Fang Hu looked at the man's leaving figure with a gloomy expression.

If nothing else, there will definitely not be many surprises in this appointment. He is afraid that he will not be able to compete with this person.

~~~~~~~

Daliu Shu Village, Fangzhai.

With a creak, the courtyard door opened.

"Xie'er, you're back. Didn't you say you'd be away for a day? Why are you two extra days? I'm scared to death of my mother, for fear that something might happen to you."

When Mrs. Chen saw Fang Yue coming back, she hurried forward and said excitedly.

But after the words came out, I felt that there was something wrong with what I said, and quickly slapped my mouth: "Bah, mother, you said the wrong thing. My pig will have endless blessings, great wealth, and a long life."

"Mom, I went to the city for some business, so I stayed for two more days." Fang Yue said with a slight smile.

"The pig hasn't eaten yet. Mom will cook it for you." After saying this, Mrs. Chen was about to leave, but at this time, she patted her head and looked like she suddenly realized something.

Turning around, he looked at Fang Yue: "Xie'er, do you still remember what you promised to be your mother?"

"Uh~"

Seeing Mrs. Chen's appearance, Fang Yue immediately remembered that when he persuaded Ms. Chen before, he had promised her that he would marry a wife and have children as soon as possible.

Now, however, Mr. Chen is interested in him and will rush him whenever he gets the chance.

"Oh, by the way, I remember if your uncle has a daughter and if his daughter is married. If not, you two should be suitable."

Seeing this, Fang Yue didn't answer.

Mrs. Chen started messing around with the mandarin ducks again. Mrs. Chen still remembered Zhang Shu, which really made Fang Yue not know what to say.

No matter who you marry, you can’t marry Zhang Shu.

If he really marries that woman home, there will be no peace in this family.

"Mom, please don't come. She and I are not suitable. We are really not suitable."

Fang Yue quickly shook his head to eliminate Chen's terrible thoughts.

"Then you have to hurry up. I'll be looking for a matchmaker in the next two days. No, there is no one from all over the country who can match my pig. I have to ask someone to go to the city to ask."

Mrs. Chen said, but she thought that Fang Yue was now a member of the martial arts department and his family still had such a big family fortune. He couldn't find a girl from a small family in the countryside. He had to find someone of the right family.

At this time, people have such thoughts and thoughts.

Matching is deeply ingrained.

However, Fang Yue did not correct it or challenge the tradition.

Anyway, if Chen does this, he can continue to drag it out.

Mrs. Chen didn't know anyone from Xiahe County, so it was not easy to arrange a match for him in Xiahe County.

On the contrary, I can be clean for a while.

While Chen was cooking, Fang Yue drove the carriage into the backyard, and then moved the silver winter melon inside into the cellar.

I have a lot of money, but I can't tell my parents.

After all, there is something involved here. If the news leaks out, it will cause trouble for nothing.

Whether it was the Wei family in the county or the unknown forces behind the sour scholar, they were both difficult to deal with.

After storing the silver winter melon, Fang Yue went to the main room of the middle courtyard.

As soon as he came in, he saw his father teasing his eldest brother's son, Xiao Tiedan.

But Xiao Tiedan was sharp-eyed. He saw Fang Yue first and immediately struggled to get off his grandfather's arms.

"Shusu. Hug."

"Xie'er, I take care of Little Tiedan every day. He used to be a cow and a horse, but he is closer to you than me." Father Fang's tone was a little sour.

This eldest grandson, he grew up by using shit and urine.

But in the eyes of the eldest grandson, he is not even closer than his uncle who only hugs him occasionally.

Fang Yue laughed and did not argue. He stretched out his arms and hugged Xiao Tiedan:

"Hey, little Tiedan, be good, come and see what this is?"

After saying that, like magic, he took out a candy man made of maltose, tore open the paper package and handed it to Xiao Tiedan.

He bought this from Xiahe County. Because he wanted to bring it back, he also bought paper to wrap the candy.

In fact, the paper outside is much more expensive than the candy.

"Sugar, sugar, sugar~"

Little Tiedan is still too young and doesn't know much about talking.

In fact, this is much better than other children of the same age in the village.

There are many children of this age in the village who cannot speak.

Poor nutrition will definitely lead to poor development.

Just like when he and his eldest brother Fang Cheng were young, they didn't start talking until they were two or three years old.

Therefore, in the memory of past lives in ancient times, this is the reason why many rich and landlord families had prodigies.

In this life, it will be the same.

Take martial arts qualifications and talents as an example. If your family is well off, your body and nutrition can keep up, and your body's potential is not excessively consumed the day after tomorrow, then you will have the talent to practice martial arts.

It's hard to say who will be a martial arts scholar, but according to the current trend, there is still hope to be a martial arts scholar.

Soon, Mrs. Chen had lunch ready.

In addition to the usual dishes today, Chen also made a dish of Shi Lang Tofu, which is also a famous dish.

Peel both sides of the tofu, cut each piece into eight small portions and dry them, sear them with lard, lightly sprinkle with salt and serve with prawns. Once boiled in autumn oil, it becomes a delicious dish.

"Mom, what you cook is really authentic and tastes better than what the chef in the county makes." Fang Yue praised.

There are not many chefs in the county who know how to cook this dish. After all, this is a dish that Fang Yue remembers.

"Nonsense, mom knows what level she is, so Xie'er shouldn't put a high hat on mom, as long as Xie'er doesn't think mom's cooking tastes bad, that's all."

With a smile on her face, Mrs. Chen always feels better when she watches her pigs eating.

Not long after, we had lunch.

Fang Yue returned to his west courtyard.

With a little movement of Qi and blood, the feeling of being full soon dissipated.

The warrior's digestive ability is extremely strong, driven by Qi and blood, and the energy required for food consumption is ten times or even dozens of times that of ordinary people.

Even if Fang Yue tried to control it, most of the dishes actually ended up in his stomach every time he ate.

Of course, Chen always cooks a large amount of food, so there is no need to worry about waste.

"Keep trying this time, maybe you can succeed."

Entering the room, Fang Yue took out the Wu Tu Yuan Stone he obtained this time.

Although in terms of size, it is not as big as the previous one, but the three of them are still worth the two of the previous ones.

After the best preparations, Fang Yue began to transport the qi and blood in his body.

Qi and blood roared and began to flow through the body.

It began to flow through the body, and the bones were washed by Qi and blood.

There was a crackling sound, like someone was beating it.

As time goes by, Qi and blood circulate faster and faster.

At the same time, the Wu Tu Yuan Stone in his hand, with traces of strange power in it, was slowly absorbed into Fang Yue's body under the influence of the flow of Qi and blood.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Yue felt that the Wu Tu Yuan Stone in his hand no longer had any power. When he took a closer look, it turned out that the Yuan Stone had become useless.

Sensing the condition of his body, Fang Yue immediately took out another Wu Tu Yuan Stone and started the same action.

Half an hour later.

Fang Yue slowly opened his eyes. Even though his mind was relaxed, the blood and energy in his body were still flowing slowly.

"Huh? There seems to be some changes?"

Fang Yue felt that after completing this practice, some kind of change occurred in his body. In addition to the power of Qi and blood, there seemed to be an extra strength.

This power is not compatible with Qi and blood, and even though it is only a tiny trace on other routes, it is almost difficult to sense and capture it.

But it actually exists.

The route this energy travels through is also the same as described in Wu Tu Zhen Gong.

"Is this the Qi of Wutu? Sensing Qi means sensing this Qi?"

Fang Yue sensed the energy in his body carefully, and felt that as the energy circulated, his body activity seemed to increase.

The increased activity actually made Fang Yue feel like he could live for a few more days.

However, because the energy was too weak, he didn't know whether his induction was accurate.

Maybe, it's just an illusion.

"According to what is said in the true skill, after you have the first ray of qi, you can practice step by step, refine the qi, create the twins of qi and blood, take medicine and swallow pills, and transform the body into the body of Wutu."

Fang Yue thought for a moment and found that the practice process was not difficult, but it was somewhat similar to the current practice methods of the four levels of martial arts.

However, there is no recipe for the secret medicine in this secret book.

And with his status as a martial artist, he can't buy the secret medicine at the qi-sensing level now.

This level of secret medicine can only be exchanged and purchased in the capital city, and you must have a formal official position.

"Sure enough, with such methods, the Wei Dynasty can almost bring all the high-level combat forces under the court's system!"

Fang Yue sighed slightly.

The ruling methods of the Wei Dynasty were very rough, and they frequently raised taxes and imposed corvees.

He had heard of many refugees fleeing their homes, but rarely heard of anyone who dared to rebel.

I am afraid that because of this, without high-end combat power, the rebels can easily be strangled.

So even though hundreds of years have passed, the Wei Dynasty is still at its peak.

But this has nothing to do with Fang Yue. He just needs to become stronger, be able to live a better life, and protect his family.

~~~~~~

Three days later, night.

Fang Yue looked at the bright moon in the sky and took a light sip of tea.

"Now, I don't know if that sour scholar has started fighting with the Wei family?"

Fang Yue took away the money, so he naturally wanted to solve the future troubles.

However, he was not going to do it himself, but found someone to tell Wei He about the sour scholar pretending to be shopkeeper Qi.

Thinking of Wei He's temperament, he must be investigated carefully.

~~~~~~

Yudai River, in the fourth house in the old lane.

A tall, thin man in black looked around carefully to make sure no one was around before jumping into the yard.

"You said you didn't know? How could you not know? Where did the money go?"

Soon, there was a sound of scolding and the sound of crackling whips lashing the body.

Half an hour later.

The tall and thin man in black walked out of the house, his eyes gloomy: "It was taken away by an unemployed young man? Who is that person? How is he faster than me?"

"Could it be the same person who plotted against me? Could it be someone else in the organization?"

The sour scholar thought about it, and the murderous look gradually filled his eyes.

The only people who can know his identity and betray him are other people in the organization.