Chapter 5: People need to stare at ()

Yes, Zhao Fubo wrote Yue Fei's "Manjianghong".

But their family’s surname is Zhao, why do they use the poems and lyrics made by Yue as family precepts?

Zhao Fubo didn't know that he just knew that his family was respectful to Grandpa Yue. He had to say "Grandpa Yue" and shut up. He had to forget it accidentally, but the family rules were to reflect on his flesh.

He was too busy with small boards, but he remembered this song "Manjianghong" so well.

As he began to recite, the rattan was taken closer by his servants. When Shu Yuer looked at the rattan, her tiny snow-white teeth bit her red lips, but tears were already flowing in Yingying's pupils.

But in front of Sanniang, tears could only roll in her eyes and not even drop a single drop. She had to tremble her lips and recite the "family motto" with Zhao Fubo.

"When I start cleaning up the old mountains and rivers..."

When he recited it to the end, Zhao Fubo's heart was stirred up in these sentences full of heroic ambitions. Imagination that one day I could return to the Central Plains and serve the country with his martial arts and resist the invasion of the Yuan people, isn't it the act of a hero?

I just thought about Grandpa Yue again. I don’t know how he gave birth to a good man back then, but I was able to write this passionate chapter.

At this time, when I saw Sanniang and the owners in my heart, I stopped flew away. I waited until the last word of "family inscription" fell, but I continued to recite "The Art of War" in my mouth.

Seeing Zhao Fubo reciting the book, Sanniang reached out to stop the family who had already raised the rattan and was about to beat him. Zhao Wuji, on the side, only hoped that his nephew would not be able to recite the book, and taught him to make a fuss on the skin. At that time, he would not be the opponent of the little Mamluk who looked extremely brave.

Seeing Zhao Fubo open his back and was about to stop him, but when he saw Sanniang's gesture, he had to retreat in disappointment. He only hoped that his back would be stuck, so that his son would win the competition. Even if his son could not beat the little Mamluk in the future, he would win the game!

Unfortunately, Zhao Fubo's heart became more and more relaxed. Seeing Shu Yuer's relief beside him, he remembered more and more "The Art of War" more and more.

"... Therefore, we know that the generals of soldiers, the commander of the people, and the ruler of national safety..."

After reciting the movie "The Art of War", Zhao Fubo quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He secretly went to see the second uncle in the owner of the manor, but he couldn't help but feel happy. His face had turned into ashen.

Sanniang and almost all the other owners of the manor had a little bit of their heads, and they were more convinced of the stubborn boy in front of them. It was a pity that no one at home could explain this military book. Zhao Fubo was just memorizing it by rote. How much he could understand it depends on his own luck.

Sanniang had a cold face, and she smiled for the first time today, and her voice was not as cold and hard as before when she spoke.

"The little beast is a bit wise, so I will send you the right to fight today. From tomorrow, you must not make any mistakes in reciting the "Three Notes" every day. I will examine your literature in the future. If you are not proficient or have any omissions, I will beat you up with two sins, but Erlang, you will not accept it!"

After hearing Sanniang's words, Zhao Fubo was already happy. As for the rattan after March, it was another matter. He smiled all over his face and kept accepting it.

"I'm going to take care of you, Erlang is stupid. I just want Sanniang to stare at her every day, so I will naturally be able to carry you quickly!"

Although Sanniang did not answer, she smiled slightly in her expression, and then looked at Shu Yuer.

"Well, Yu'er, you will stare at this slave every day. If you abandon your studies, you will beat me hard. You must also remember what happened today. If you are like today in the future, you must know that you will not be spared!"

Shu Yuer, who was kneeling on the ground, kowtowed and responded frivolously.

"I obey the order and will do my best to assist Erlang in studying. If there is any mistake, I will ask Sanniang for punishment!"

Sanniang raised her hand and asked them to get up.

While he got up, Zhao Fubo made a face at Shu Yuer. The latter naturally rolled his eyes and glared again, blaming him for scaring his life half.

"Okay, Dalang, your brother is well-informed, so I'll see you!"

Compared to Zhao Fubo's martial arts skills, although Dalang is not as good as Dalang's many things now, Dalang's father has the final say in the affairs of his family. He is the eldest son of the younger generation in the family, so naturally everything has to be much more relaxed.

As for literary affairs, although he prefers poetry, songs and essays about love and love, it is not difficult to recite the books of military affairs. At that moment, he bowed his hand and said a "Sun Tzu's Art of War" in his mouth.

Seeing that Dalang was better than Erlang, Sanniang couldn't help but feel comforted.

Originally, the old man from the Zhao family was Zhao Fubo's father, and he was also a hero of both civil and military in the previous generation. Several Zhuangzi with different functions in the family were all industries he had established. The power of the Zhao family, which originally had only Huangsha City, expanded more than twice.

Unfortunately, his father and biological mother Ejitane were attacked and disappeared while going to Huatami to do business. The mistress Ning, who stayed at home, died in a subsequent assassination operation to protect Zhao Fubo.

Surprisingly, the result of this incident did not lead to Zhao Fubo's second uncle, Zhao Wuji, who was in charge of the family. On the contrary, Sanniang, the only remaining member of the older generation, easily took charge of the family business by relying on the loyalty of her clan members to the Zhao family.

In the following years, she focused on cultivating the two men of the Zhao family to study and practice martial arts. Unfortunately, for now, they are still two guys who are not good at martial arts.

But their performance today made her see that there was a successor to the Zhao family. When the eldest son Zhao Xu finished memorizing the "Sun Tzu's Art of War", Sanniang's originally cold face was already filled with joy.

"Well, it's not bad. In today's literary competition, both brothers performed well. Next, Dalang, you will compete with this little Mamluk for martial arts!"

Surprisingly, Zhao Xu, who had never had any skills in martial arts, was not afraid at all. He stood up and saluted Sanniang, and took a short knife and shield from the weapon stand.

Zhao Wuji, who knew that his son was not as good as Erlang's martial arts, shook his eyes at Wei Zhen, the owner of Yulin Village.

Although the latter was extremely reluctant, Zhao Wuji was naturally not something he could afford to deal with the Qifengzhuang, which Zhao Wuji had to provide for the war horses.

In desperation, he had to wave to the little Mamluk and made a secret gesture, asking him to only defeat but not win. He said in a muffled voice to Zhao Wuji in his heart.

"Do it!"

As the distance between the two became closer, the long sword in their hands was raised high. With the momentum brought by his majestic body, many people felt cold in their hearts.

Everyone here knows the combat power of the Mamluk cavalry. They are all brave guys, especially those men who do not even have any male under the caliphs or the governors, so they naturally have no humanity.

Fierce, cruel, and skillful combat skills are probably the entire evaluation of these guys.

However, Zhao Xu's performance was shocked by everyone's unanimous disapproval. He stared calmly at the little Mamluk who was rushing towards him, and his body covering his body with a shield was still motionless. His waist was slightly arched, and the short knife in his hand was ready for attack. It seemed that he was planning to stab a fatal blow when the opponent's attack was blocked by the shield.

“Bao…”

The long sword in Xiao Mamluk's hand slashed heavily on the shield. The sound of the shields hitting each other showed that he seemed to have used all his strength. However, Zhao Xu did not just tilt the shield in his hand, which strengthened the strength brought by the long sword. On the contrary, Mamluk's body was tilted a little.

Almost instantly, the short knife hidden at the bottom of the shield stabbed out silently.

This is an Attkan short sword, which is unique to the Ottoman Turks. The whole sword is relatively short, only about 60-70 cm and 3-5 cm wide, and is lighter in weight, the knife is curved in the direction of the blade.

Such a knife shape is in front of the center of gravity when chopping, and the cutting force is extremely strong. When carried, it is often held in the scabbard and inserted horizontally around the waist. However, the pointed tip of the knife is also suitable for assassination. If it is stabbed into the body by such a knife, there will definitely be no good results.

The curved tip and blade cooled down the fine light. The knife obviously used wuz steel, and the fine light was called "the stars in the night sky" by the ancient Persians.

This is also a specialty of the Zhao family's Huangsha City. After the Zhao family came here for decades and two generations, using this material called "iron iron" by the Song people, the ability to make weapons naturally reached a higher level. In the preparation process, not only did the original Damascus sword skills be maintained, but also combined the methods of building weapons in the Song Dynasty.

Compared with local weapons, it is naturally a step further, which is another major source of gold making money in Huangsha City every day.

Little Mamluk seemed to have felt the sharp blade coming, and he turned violently in an attempt to avoid the attack. Although Zhao Xu's martial arts skills were not as good as his brothers, he was not like a useless person. He stabbed his hand and turned his wrist and his blade turned from stabbing to slash.

At this time, the little horse's strong body rolled and rotated in the air like a stone blown by a sandstorm. While avoiding the blade that approached his weakness like a poisonous snake, it also opened the distance between the two.

The long sword in his hand was crossing his chest, and his green eyes were still staring at his opponent. However, his leather armor had been cut by the Yatkan in Zhao Xu's hand, and a wisp of blood flowed down his waist.

"Smack it..."

When the applause was messy, Zhao Xu had already abandoned his weapons. Although he was not wearing a literati outfit, he still bowed like a look, and the expression on his face was clearly expressed in just two words - proud!
Chapter completed!