Training, being beaten, eating, bathing, applying medicine...

A show of force, this must be a show of force! 60 students practiced the standing posture during the day, and all of them received a stick (whip). Even Mao Wu, nicknamed "Mao Shorty", was whipped. You know, Mao Wu

Wu is one of the top players on the Chengfeng. The shopkeeper has already begun to teach Mao Wu how to observe the sky and find directions. He is a very talented person.

It was just as painful when eating: my 60-foot buttocks were bruised, red and swollen, and I was forced to sit on a long bench in the cafeteria. It was so sore at that moment. It was not enough not to sit down, but to eat standing up? Those who did not pay attention to their sitting posture would be given two sticks.

Fortunately, the bruise medicine in the hospital was very effective and relieved everyone's pain. After dinner, several apprentices - the gentlemen called "nurses" took turns to apply medicine to 60 pairs of buttocks with strange vials.

A fine mist of water sprays out from it, and when it falls on the wound, it instantly feels much cooler.

If it were in the past, half of the students would have been beaten to death if they were emaciated beggars. However, after a few months of training, and with the generous food supply from the traveling public, these young people have long since recovered.

At the level of a normal person, he is even stronger than most Ming Dynasty people, and his buttocks are thicker - three large bowls of rice bowls a day, the small landowners of the Ming Dynasty would definitely not be able to afford it.

The consequences of having a thick butt are: apply some medicine and you will be a good man again tomorrow! What, "can't sleep at night?" The instructor who was supervising the students in applying medicine in the hospital laughed loudly after hearing this complaint: "

I'm still soft-handed and haven't trained well enough. If I do, I'll definitely be able to fall asleep. It seems I'll have to increase my dosage tomorrow..."

That night, there was a wailing in the cadet dormitory. Across the aisle, the cadets of the 6th Navy, who were still vaguely antagonistic at first, now paid no attention to anyone else. They lay on the bed one by one, grinning, showing their buttocks, and looked ugly.

There was a bunk bed at the very back of the barracks, the lower bunk. Yang Er was also lying there, head to head with a guy named Mao Dwarf across the aisle, eye to eye, the bastard staring at Mung Bean.

Alas, in the end, he was captured by the abbot and used as a top soldier... Yang Er lay on the bed. At this moment, he remembered the scene when he and his adoptive father were performing alone in the arena when he was a child. Yang Er was still young at that time.

It is inevitable that there will be bruises when learning the postures. It is only thanks to my adoptive father's use of ancestral medicinal wine for external application and internal use and careful conditioning that he did not suffer any hidden injuries.

Thinking of his adoptive father who died of illness in the ruined temple, and then looking at his bruised buttocks, Yang Er couldn't help but feel sad at this moment, and buried his head in tears.

"Brother Yang!"

"Ah, it's Brother Jiang!" Yang Er hurriedly raised his head when he heard the familiar shout, and sure enough, he found Jiang Shang looking for him along the aisle.

As soon as Jiang Shang came to the front, Yang Er asked anxiously: "There is a security guard outside the door, how did you get in?"

Jiang Shang knelt down and giggled: "Look for the road opened by shopkeeper Mu."

"Shop Manager Mu of the Navy? We should talk to Abbot Wei, who is my immediate boss!"

"Abbott Wei is too fierce, I don't dare to go." After Jiang Shang said this, he took out an oil paper bag from his pocket and secretly stuffed it into Yang Er. "I can only take a small half, it's too big to fit in my pocket."

After Yang Er took a brief sniff, he knew that the paper bag contained pig's trotters. He silently stuffed the paper bag under his pillow. At this moment, his tears really flowed down: "Brother, my life is really hard. Look at the quilt on my butt."

call taxi."

Poor Jiang Shang, a young man who has no way of comforting others, he can only keep saying: "It will be over with patience, the shopkeepers are not bad people..."

The two chatted, and then Jiang Shang estimated that the time for burning incense was up, so he said goodbye to Yang Er who was reluctant to leave, and made an appointment to see him again when he had time, and then he left the military camp.

...

It was forbidden to go out after dark in the Da Yuan Commercial Building without any reason, so after Jiang Shang came out of the military camp, before it was completely dark, he hurriedly ran to the playground in the middle of the commercial mall - the temporary room assigned to him was in

Opposite the military camp.

Jiang Shang knew that he would not be able to live in the business hall for a few days: at the reception banquet three days ago, Feng Jun, the founder of Moyung Temple and the great monk who spread the Dharma, wearing a casual suit, gave a speech to five academic masters who had finally saved up.

, I solemnly recommend Dr. Bai Jiabao from West Kunlun.

Dr. Bai works in a cram school in West Kunlun, the kind of extracurricular education and training institution that has handbags all over the street with "Ladder Education for Little Doctors, Win at the Starting Line!" printed on it.

Dr. Bai only has a postgraduate degree, and his doctoral diploma was purchased from Pheasant University in the UK. However, Dr. Bai has rich experience and is proficient in the extracurricular tutoring process for elementary, middle and high school students.

The dining table caused food poisoning among students, and people with a Ph.D. degree would not be listed on Zhihu, and in the end they were reduced to senior officials.

Dr. Bai Jiabao, as the person with the most experience in dealing with all kinds of naughty children among the time-traveling forces, was undoubtedly appointed as the principal of Chikan Normal College and the principal of the affiliated primary school under preparation.

At the reception banquet that day, Dr. Bai officially signed the admission notices to the Normal College for the five Moyunguan top students, and then the appointment letters for the affiliated primary school were also awarded.

The next day, Jiang Shang and the others, who followed Dr. Bai to inspect the construction site of Chikan Primary School, found out that they had become a stipend-free Imperial College student and an affiliated elementary school teacher after the doctor explained in detail along the way.

Seeing the Chikan Primary School surrounded by red walls, the older academic leaders who understood the dangers inside couldn't help but secretly smacked their lips... The sky is high and the emperor is far away. These Kunlun gentlemen don't take Ming Dynasty's rules seriously at all.

Li oh.

At present, the Normal College is just an empty sign parasitic in Chikan Primary School. In the future, while teaching the naughty children, Principal Bai will also take time to teach five teachers. Jiang Shang and the others have already learned that Principal Bai will teach them

What was taught was the secret that Kunlun did not teach: the new subjects of "physics" and "chemistry".

Of course, the literati trained by the family must do their best, especially those who are young like Jiang Shang. They will be expected to take over the rest of the class in the future; sooner or later, the important task of protecting the master's garden and his little wife will fall on Jiang Shang and his generation.

On the body.

As for the literati who had been cultivated in the Ming Dynasty, people commonly known as "feudal intellectuals", it can be said without exaggeration that most of the people who traveled through time were very wary. For example, "The Emperor of Qin was not professional back then, but we are now digging for new ideas."

Murderous posts like "Trap" appear on the forum every now and then.

Therefore, when the top students were chatting and laughing at the reception banquet three days ago, the two scholars who came on the same boat were received in a much lower-key manner. Even one of the scholars was accompanied by a delicate little lady.
Chapter completed!