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Buzz!

In the quiet grove, there is a lot of buzzing sound of iron tools hitting the air.

It was Zhao Yun who was dancing with the spear and cudgel, a set of Lin family's marksmanship. He had mastered it so well that the flying leaves were all dancing for him, and the strong winds were all very powerful.

It wasn't until noon that he put away his gun and took out a shriveled cornstarch from his pocket.

Being shriveled is good! Being shriveled seems to ward off hunger.

Even with his huge appetite, his stomach still grumbles after eating one bun.

"Didn't you go to private school?"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

Looking sideways, he saw that it was Coach Lin, carrying a small bundle in his hand. Inside, there were several hot and fragrant buns that he had specially brought to his disciple.

"I prefer practicing martial arts." Zhao Yun said seriously.

"You must be reluctant to pay the money to go to private school!" Teacher Lin said with a smile.

Zhao Yun couldn't help but smile awkwardly when his little thoughts were seen through.

"Do you think this is saving money?" Coach Lin sat down.

"If you don't go, you don't have to pay. If you save it, you can buy food."

After hearing this, Coach Lin smiled and shook his head, "I'm afraid you have a misunderstanding about martial arts."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yun humbly asked for advice.

"Martial arts training consumes the most energy. How much energy you expend depends on how much food you need to make up for it. You think you are saving money, but in fact, you are spending a lot of money."

"I can eat less."

"If you eat less, you won't be able to practice martial arts well."

Coach Lin smiled gently and opened the small bundle.

He is a bachelor and has no children. If only one person has enough food, the whole family will not be hungry. No matter how bad it is, it is better than the blacksmith's house, which brings some food to the young apprentice every now and then.

Yes, it's still bearable.

"I brought rations." Zhao Yun said seriously.

"Master, is it difficult to use it?" Coach Lin stuffed the bun over.

His disciple is not only a prodigy in martial arts, he is also a very good kid.

It can be eaten well!

Being able to eat is a blessing.

Can eat and have strength.

Speaking of strength, he was even more shocked.

This kid's bones are different from ordinary people, and his strength is also different. At such a young age, he can push a millstone. How terrifying.

"After eating, go to the private school." Teacher Lin took a sip of wine.

"I can teach myself." Zhao Yun smiled.

"The old scholar posted documents and went to a private school for free."

Coach Lin patted Zhao Yun on the shoulder, and by the way, he also looked at the old scholar with admiration. Although he was a sage who kept his mouth shut, he was still very competent in teaching and educating people.

In a year of severe drought, no one has much leftover food.

It's obviously a private school business, but they don't charge money, which shows their pattern.

This should be a kind of character for literati to inherit literature.

"I'll go take a look."

Zhao Yun smiled, turned around and ran away.

Behind him, Coach Lin looked towards the sky.

Damn it, God! How can such a heartless child be such a good boy! What a pity it would be to delay the future because of not having enough to eat.

It’s still that private school.

As we drove far away, we heard the sound of poetry being recited.

Zhao Yun trotted all the way to the private school, but became more tiptoeing, like a thief. When he saw the paperwork posted in front of the door, he hesitated for a moment.

The old gentleman runs a private school for maintenance

Make a living.

Isn't it very unethical for him to come to prostitutes with money in his pocket?

"Baby." A voice called not far away.

When he looked back, he saw a fortune teller waving at him.

Zhao Yun's legs were light, and Liu Yan'er ran over, "Master, why are you here at the private school?"

"Why didn't I go to the bridge cave today?" Ye Banxian said wiltedly.

"You said, half a month off." Zhao Yun scratched his head.

"Oh, right, right." Ye Banxian patted his forehead. He must have been sleepy, or maybe he didn't eat enough, and his brain was not very bright.

"Do me a favor, Master."

"What are you busy with?"

"Look for Wang Xiaoguan and borrow a book." Ye Banxian whispered.

After finishing it, he added half a sentence, "A book called 'Wind and Rain Record'."

"Why don't you just ask Mr. Wang to borrow it?" Zhao Yun looked puzzled.

"I had a quarrel with his father. The last time I visited, he let a dog bite me."

"........."

"'Wind and Rain Record'...don't take it by mistake, just point to it to pray for rain."

"Pray for rain?" Zhao Yun couldn't help but be stunned after hearing this, "Can you ask for rain?"

"My teacher can also catch ghosts!" Ye Banxian stroked his beard with style.

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When it was over, he smiled awkwardly again,

"That Wind and Rain Record is actually my book."

"It's all because I was greedy that year and exchanged twenty taels for wine money."

"In it, there is a record of the great method of opening an altar to pray for rain."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yun ran away and went straight to the private school.

If you can really pray for a rain, the drought-stricken fields will have a harvest.

When he arrived at the door of the private school again, he did not hesitate.

Step in.

Seeing him, the old scholar who was giving a lecture smiled.

There are so many disciples with this kind of intelligence, so literature cannot be neglected.

If you can teach a top scholar, let alone starve, you will be willing to starve to death.

"Take a seat."

"Thank you, sir."

Zhao Yun was very polite and he bowed before taking his seat.

The junior official is here. He must have not slept well last night and his eyelids are fighting.

After seeing him, the little fat man became more energetic and said, "This is the first time I've seen you late."

"Can you lend me another book?" Zhao Yun said.

"What book?" Wang Xiaoguan said and touched his face.

I still remember the last time when the plum in the green vase was confiscated, and my father gave him a lot of slaps.
To be continued...