While the few of them were talking, they headed towards the flower hall next to the school ground, where the guests and hosts took their seats.
The servant offered the tea, and Jia Heng quickly thanked him.
Feng Ziying told the story of her encounter with Jia Heng, and then continued: "Dad, brother Jia Heng is new to archery. The two stone bows in his hands are not suitable for practice, and the one stone bow is too light, so my son brought him over to pick out a useful bow. "
Feng Tang smiled and said: "I still have a lot of bows hidden in the warehouse, with various drawing powers. They are all gathering dust in the warehouse right now. Boy Jia came just in time. I picked one and used it first, so as not to make the treasure dusty... Ji Ning, Pick two bows from one stone to two stone bows in the warehouse and bring them to Jia Xiaozi to choose from."
The majestic and powerful general naturally has a lot of treasured bows in his collection. They were originally kept in the warehouse, but in the end... they were actually given away.
Jia Heng cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Uncle."
Feng Tang said with a smile: "Why are you being so polite? If you practice archery well, you can kill a few more Tatars in northern Xinjiang for my big man. I will also thank you."
Jia Heng said with emotion: "If that day comes, Jia Heng, as a great man, will kill the enemy and serve the country, and he will not dare to thank the uncle for his duties."
This is really not because he just chose nice things to say to Feng Tang. In another ten or eight years, the Tartars would wreak havoc in the Central Plains. The clothes of the Han family were in ruins, and they were crushed under the iron hooves of foreigners. As the son of the Han family, Of course I want to save the world!
When Feng Tang heard this, his face showed joy. He twirled the black beard under his chin with his hand and laughed heartily: "I like to hear what Mr. Jia said!"
The few of them talked for a while, and the more Feng Tang looked at Jia Heng, the happier he became.
Not long after, the general brought a few servants, brought a total of six bows, placed them on a long stool, and said with a smile: "Master, these are two pieces worth one stone and five, these are two pieces worth one stone and six, these are one stone. Two bows from Badou."
Feng Tang smiled, looked at Jia Heng and said, "Try it."
Jia Heng nodded, stepped forward, and first picked up the bow with one stone and five measures. It was a riding bow, with moderate hardness and softness. The whole body was dark and dark, with a goshawk embossed on it. The bow string was tanned with beef tendon, which was flexible and solid.
Under the watchful eyes of Feng Tang, Feng Ziying and all the generals of the Feng family, Jia Heng's face was calm, his energy was sinking in his Dantian, his arms were flat, he opened the bow like a full moon, the arrow was on the string, he aimed at the target in the distance for a while, and suddenly relaxed. When the arrow was opened, the bow string vibrated, and the sound was like thunder, which lasted for a long time, but the arrow... did not hit the target.
Feng Tang saw this tiger's eyes shining brightly, resolutely, and the smile on his square face became more intense, and he said: "This bow is still light. If you practice it, it will still be a little light."
As Feng Tang said, this bow is still a bit light for Jia Heng.
Jia Heng pulled it a few more times and then put it down.
"Try this one with one stone and six fights. I estimate that this bow should be handy. After you master the archery skills, it will be cheaper to use the two-stone bow." Feng Tang pointed to a bow and looked at Jia Heng's tiger eyes. Among them, it is already looking at the gentleness and recognition of the children and nephews.
How could Ning Rong, the Second Duke of Ning Rong, have done anything extraordinary in those days? He led his elite cavalry deep into the desert, chased the North, and brought peace to the Jing border area for nearly twenty years. I originally thought that after a few generations, most of his descendants would be blinded by wealth and splendor, and would no longer have the courage and courage to do so. I don't want to have such an anomaly happen again.
Nowadays, the country is in a difficult situation. If he can train a cavalry commander for the Han Dynasty, why would he be stingy with these bows?
Deep down in his heart, the old general did not feel the Jia family's influence on the Han military after returning to military glory and reuniting with the old army, but only the joy of selecting talents for the country and passing on the legacy from generation to generation.
Jia Heng followed the instructions and picked up a maroon-red bow and pulled it. As expected, as Shenwu General Feng Tang said, it was more practical than the bow that weighed one stone and five buckets.
I tried killing one stone and eight buckets again, and I could pull it open easily, but I don't think it would take more than thirty or fifty pulls before I would be exhausted and wait for recovery.
Jia Heng knew that these six stones should be the most suitable strength for him to practice archery. He turned to look at Feng Tang and said with a smile: "Shibo, this is the one I choose."
Feng Tang twirled his beard under his chin and laughed loudly: "Then this one! But I will also keep this two-stone bow for you. A man should pull such a bow."
As he said that, he picked up a brown hard bow with a horned dragon embossed on it, and opened it at will. The bow was like a full moon, the arrow was clasped on the string, the string was startled by thunder, and the arrow hit the bull's-eye, and the clanking sound continued for a long time.
Jia Heng's face became solemn and he praised: "Shibo is really very strong!"
Feng Tang laughed and said, "You should also take this bow with you."
Feng Ziying looked proud and said with a smile: "Dad, your horned dragon bow was given to you by Prince Dongping, so you have found its owner for him."
Everyone was talking, and it was getting late. Feng Tang had the venison prepared in the kitchen brought up, along with a pot of wine, and he drank while talking.
After drinking a few glasses of hot wine, the wine made my ears warm.
Feng Ziying started talking and talked about how good Jia Heng was in boxing and kicking. He fought an enemy with one hand on Ningrong Street in the middle of the afternoon and beat several evil slaves until their teeth were all over the floor.
"Dad, you haven't seen that one-handed gesture and attack, it's so clean and neat." Feng Ziying thought for a while, but couldn't think of any words, so she swallowed her wine and said
: "It's like hanging a painting."
Jia Heng was holding a wine cup and sipping at the side, smiling and saying nothing.
There is a saying that hitting people with internal boxing is like hanging a painting. The internal boxing techniques he practices, whether it is the posture or the master's temperament, are all mastered to death.
Feng Tang held the wine bowl in his hand and listened with a smile, but his strong face showed surprise, and asked: "Why did Jia Xiaozi have a conflict with the people in Dongfu?"
This immediately brought up the key point, and Feng Ziying stopped holding the wine cup in her hand and looked at Jia Heng.
Jia Heng put down the wine cup in his hand and said calmly: "This matter is difficult to explain..."
With that, he explained the conflict with Jia Zhen and his son in detail.
"Brother Zhen first asked Brother Rong to induce him. When the inducement failed, he suppressed me as the patriarch and asked the evil slave to come. My nephew was forced to have no choice but to punish me." After Jia Heng finished speaking, Qing Jun's face changed.
Shang also showed some helplessness at the right time, picked up the wine cup and drank a drink.
Feng Ziying looked solemn, looked at her father with pleading eyes, and called: "Father..."
He had previously thought that it was not easy for his sons and nephews to interfere with the Jia family, and their words had little weight.
If it's his father... However, his father hates evil as much as he hates evil. If he can make peace with him, maybe...
Feng Tang frowned, and with a somewhat inexplicable look in his eyes, he asked: "Jia boy, how do you plan to solve this matter?"
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "It's impossible to say anything about this matter, but it's just a matter of reason. I've already taken action to punish the evil servants of Lai Sheng of Dongfu. I'm delaying it for now, but Dongfu won't let it go if I think about it. I will I have already made some plans, and I still need to ask Shibo for some key points."
Feng Tang said: "This trick is feasible. Oh, I wonder what the key point is?"
When Jia Heng heard this, he felt a little calmer, knowing that the old general Feng was emotionally inclined towards him in this matter.
In fact, Feng Tang's inquiry just now had already tilted his attitude toward him, but he really couldn't imagine why Feng Tang favored him.
This general has a heroic and generous temperament, but in fact he is delicate, serious and prudent. It is said that it is not easy for him to interfere in the affairs of the Jia family.
However, it is also good to ask key questions.
Thinking of this, Jia Heng stood up, looked serious, cupped his hands and said, "Heng has a few questions to ask Uncle Shi."
When Feng Tang saw this, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "My dear nephew, there is no need to be so polite. Please sit down first."
This young man is not very old, but he treats people well, and is mature and reserved. He is completely different from the Jia family, which is really surprising.
Jia Heng said seriously: "Actually, after beating Lai Sheng, although the people in Dongfu were angry, there was nothing I could do."
Feng Tang nodded, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and said: "Jia boy, you are determined to be reasonable in this matter. The evil slave is bullying the master. If you don't fight, you will be looked down upon. And Dongfu can use it The means are also limited.”
Jia Heng nodded and took a deep breath. The words of this divine general also supported his judgment.
The evil slave blocked the road and insulted him. No matter how down he was, he still had the word "Jia" on his head. The blood of Ning Guogong flowed in his body. How could he allow such an evil servant to bully his master in broad daylight?
