A battle in the military camp.

In full view of the public, Zhang Jin killed Liu Qiankun, a member of the Liu family's boxing sect, and wiped out the prestige of Chen Jinshi, the new general bannerman.

The news spread like wildfire.

But the military households at Beishan Fort said they were numb.

Wu Nian, a drunkard, would do amazing things from time to time. He killed a tiger, was involved in Li Ding's death, suspected of killing Cheng Gao, recruited Zhang Jin, and took in eight hundred bandits as domestic slaves.

Which of these incidents is not earth-shattering for Beishan Fort?

Who is Chen Jinshi? He had been an official for more than ten years before he got the official position of the general banner. Although the official was big, he was ordinary.

Isn't it true that he is the enemy of Wu Nian?

Hitting an egg against a stone?

Deserve it.

So such a big thing turned out to be nothing special in Beishan Fort. The military households were supposed to do whatever they were supposed to do.

After watching a play, Wu Dangkou felt that Wu Nian was invincible at Beishanbao and it was difficult to attack him directly, so he still kept a distance from him in the future.

On the one hand, he is worried about his own farmland.

The Wu family has been entrenched in Beishan Fort for more than a hundred years. After so many years of land annexation, Beishan Fort owns three to four hundred acres of land, and there are also some acres and shops in the county town.

After Wu Dangkou returned to his Sanjin house, he came to the main room and sat down, and asked the housekeeper to find his old wife Wang to discuss it.

"Madam, do you know how to sell the land?" Wu Dangkou's words shocked Ms. Wang. She shuddered and said with tears in her eyes: "Master, are you gambling? You owe a lot of money.

Are you going to sell your family property to pay off your debt?"

It's no wonder that she has a lot of imagination. Of the ten people who sold their family property, eight of them did so because of gambling.

"What are you thinking? I'm planning to run away." Wu Dangkou said angrily. But seeing his wife so frightened, he patiently explained the situation.

Mrs. Wang was relieved, but she also looked confused. She said: "The method passed down from our ancestors is to let us buy land. How should we sell the land?"

The couple thought about it for a long time and decided to sell the fields and shops in the surrounding counties first. They were easy to sell and belonged to the people.

Moreover, it is still a hot commodity, and some squires are rushing to buy fields and shops.

Gold cannot be eaten at home and has no future prospects. Only land is the treasure that can be passed down to the family.

But the fields outside Beishan Fort are not easy to sell.

The people in Beishan Fort are all military households. Who outsiders dare to come here to buy land? But the rich and powerful people in Beishan Fort, they are all selling their fields one by one.

Those poor military households couldn't afford it.

An acre of land outside Beishan Fort was originally worth three guan and five guan. On the same day, it was worth two guan. The next day, there was only one guan left. By the third day, the special number was only worth half a guan. Damn it.

No one wants it yet.

All the flags were panicked.

Wu Mansion. In the hall.

Wu Dangkou was sitting on a chair. He had finished drinking the tea on the coffee table. He had already drank three cups of this tea, but he still felt thirsty.

His wife Wang was also sitting with a sad face.

"Master, this field really can't be sold. There's no point in selling it at a discount." Wang stretched out her hand to touch her tears and choked.

She feels distressed.

In these three days, Tian's value has changed from three to five to half.

These were all ancestral properties. It was like a knife cutting into her heart and heart, causing pain all over her body.

"Special code. It's really evil. In the past, our ancestors used to find ways to buy land from military households, including but not limited to deception, frame-up, and murder. Now it's better, and we can't sell it even if we want to."

Wu Dangkou felt a pain in his throat. He slapped the table with his right hand heavily. The porcelain teacup jumped and fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Not only the Wudang bandits, but also the entire small flags in Beishan Fort became ants on the hot pot, spinning around anxiously.

They are also like the green leeks growing in the ground, waiting to be harvested.

Wu Nian Mansion, in the back house.

The sun was shining brightly today and there was no wind. Ms. Chen, wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, came out to bask in the sun and watched Wu Nian practicing horse riding.

After Liu Xiang became an official's wife, she had more free time, so she accompanied Chen to watch Wu Nian practice horse racing.

In the center of the courtyard, Wu Nian was wearing thin clothes and sweating heavily, waving a stick eight feet long and practicing a set of sticks.

Of course, horse riding is used on horses, but there are many different tricks on flat ground.

Zhang Jin is really good at practicing martial arts. He taught Wu Nian three sets of horse-fighting routines. Now they don't have a good horse, so they can only use wooden sticks to deal with them.

Zhang Jin stood aside and watched Wu Nian practice horse racing. His eyes were extremely surprised.

When Wu Chu learned horse-drawing, he was very clumsy and must have been a beginner. But after just two days or so of practice, he actually mastered his three sets of horse-drawing techniques in a so-so manner.

This level of progress is truly astonishing.

Although his Lord Xiaoqi is not born with divine power, he has great potential in the later stage.

As long as you give it enough time, you can definitely become a powerful general in both vertical and horizontal directions.

He holds a horse and a spear eight feet in length, wears heavy armor, rides a strong Liaodong horse, and carries a strong bow behind the horse, and travels across the world.

Actually this is normal.

Martial arts can be learned by analogy. In addition, although Wu Nian has never practiced horse-racing, he is good at using wooden sticks and spears.

This horse is a bit long, but as long as you practice hard, it can be done.

Practice makes perfect.

After Wu Nian practiced three sets of techniques, he was already sweating profusely. His clothes were wet, as if he had been fished out of the water.

But his breathing was still very even, and his complexion was only slightly red.

Sufficient physical strength and long breath.

There are not many routines in these three methods, but it is really difficult to use a stick that is eight feet long. And this stick is considered light.

The horse weighs dozens of kilograms.

Wearing armor that weighs dozens of kilograms and using a horse that weighs dozens of kilograms. This requires a lot of strength and skills, both human skills and horse fighting skills.

When people and horses become one, they can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

If the man and horse don't cooperate, the horse will not be able to use it well.

"Master Xiaoqi is really making rapid progress. If you practice for a few more months, it won't be a problem to go into battle with the Meng Yuan people." Zhang Jin said sincerely with admiration on his face.

"It's not enough to just fight, we have to massacre." Wu Nian smiled slightly and handed the Zhangba stick in his hand to the slave at the side.

Liu Xiang and Chen each came up with a scented embroidered handkerchief, wiping Wu Nian's sweat like a sweetheart.

"Brother, you are an official, why are you practicing this? You will suffer for nothing." Liu Xiang felt distressed and took the handkerchief to wipe Wu Nian's face.

"Yes. The sweat that comes out is all blood." Mrs. Chen also helped.

Wu Nian smiled bitterly and shook his head. While feeling warm in his heart, he also thought, "Sure enough, his hair is long but his knowledge is short."
Chapter completed!