Chapter 11 Maximize Yourself with Limited Resources and Simple Configurations
"He is a talented person who knows how to seize opportunities." Gu nodded, feeling satisfied.
As a Qin official, I certainly know how difficult it is to read and write in this era, especially for poor families.
People like Zhao Shu were not from a poor family, they were just common people in Qin. It was basically impossible for them to read and write.
Although Great Qin has schools to cultivate talents, the people who can enter the schools are those from high-ranking officials and nobles.
Or the descendants of people who made outstanding contributions to the Qin Dynasty.
Zhao Shu does not account for any of the above.
Gu knew that the school was the place to cultivate people's abilities, and what he could teach Zhao Shu was actually limited, but this was already the best resource Zhao Shu had access to at the moment.
After watching for a while, Gu went back. He came just to confirm Zhao Shu's character and whether he was worthy of his teaching.
The moon and stars are sparse.
After consolidating everything he had learned today, Zhao Shu just dragged his tired body into the room, lay down in his place and fell asleep.
On the second day, at four o'clock in the morning, Zhao Shu got up, washed himself, and started running around the quarry.
He clearly realized that no matter which industry he engages in in the future, a good body is the most basic.
If he wanted to integrate into the Death Soldier Battalion, he needed to improve his physical fitness. In later generations, Zhao Shu also participated in military training.
As graduates of the National University of Defense Technology, their campus life is naturally not easy, and their daily lives are managed in a militarized manner.
Push-ups, sit-ups, frog jumps, stretching using trees...
Using limited resources and crude equipment, Zhao Shu trained himself crazily. In this way, he kept running back and forth from the quarry to the capital army camp these days.
A month passed in a hurry, Zhao Shu had finished learning Dazhuan, knew Qin Fa by heart, and was able to write it down silently.
After eating dozens of wild beasts, coupled with crazy and reasonable training within a month, Zhao Shu's body became greatly stronger.
His face is rosy, his eyes are lively, and his whole body is full of energy. The muscles on his body are smooth and very aesthetic.
When Zhao Shu completed his supervision of the quarry and returned to the capital camp again, Wu Changzhang was waiting for him at the gate of the camp.
"Captain!"
Glancing at Zhao Shu, a smile appeared on Zhang's face: "Good boy, I have gotten a lot stronger recently. I will train with everyone today."
"good."
At this moment, Zhao Shu was eager to try.
Zhang couldn't help but shook his head. He admitted that Zhao Shu was very smart and was growing up very quickly. Within this month, he was secretly practicing killing skills.
However, compared with these fierce soldiers in the dead soldiers camp, Zhao Shu is not even a bit inferior.
At this moment, Zhao Shu is so excited and eager to try. After one round, Zhao Shu will not be so active.
With the long sword in hand, Zhao Shu looked solemn, and Zhang stood at the front, shouting: "Stab——!"
After hearing the order, Zhao Shu hurriedly swung his sword and stabbed out. His reaction was not slow, but he was still one step late. Among the entire team, he was the only one who was one step behind.
"Soldier Shu, haven't you eaten?" Zhang came over and cursed: "How can you kill the enemy if you can't even hold the sword steady?"
"This - this is simply sending yourself to death!"
Zhang cursed and looked very unkind: "Others are practicing fighting, you, swing your sword five hundred times, start."
Zhao Shu didn't care about Zhang's scolding, and hurriedly swung his sword, again and again. It was fine at first, very easy, and he controlled the strength of each sword well.
However, after fifty sword strikes, Zhao Shu's swing of the sword began to shift.
After a hundred sword strikes, Zhao Shu's swords no longer overlapped with each other, and they gradually became scattered.
Zhang stared at Zhao Shu, his face turned ugly, he strode over, unsheathed his long sword and knocked Zhao Shu's sword away, and cursed.
"The sword is our second life. Except for death, the sword cannot leave our hands!"
"Look what the hell you did? You can't even hold a sword steady. Do you have one under your crotch?"
Even Zhao Shu was still stunned, and there was another burst of curses, and Zhang was furious: "What are you still doing? Are you waiting to die? Pick up the sword!"
Picking up the long sword with an expressionless face, Zhao Shu continued to swing the sword. He knew in his heart that Zhang scolded him for his own good. In a cold-weapon war, death is normal.
After three hundred sword strikes, Zhao Shu felt that his arm no longer obeyed his command, and he gradually swung the sword from east to west.
Zhang frowned as he watched from the side, but he did not go over to scold him, nor did he say that his sword swing was not up to standard. He knew that this was Zhao Shu's first time.
It is already very rare to do this for the first time.
After Four Hundred Swordsmanship, Zhao Shu was just like Hu Pi, completely letting his instincts play out. He felt that his consciousness was a little blurry.
"alright."
When Zhao Shu swung his sword countless times and felt dizzy, Zhang's voice came and he suddenly lost his sword and fell to the ground.
"Soldier Hui, give him water, give him clean water mixed with salt." Zhang kept talking, and then said to another soldier: "Soldier returns, let him move his arms, otherwise he will not be able to lift them up tomorrow."
"promise."
Finally, Zhang found a military doctor and asked the doctor to personally activate Zhao Shu's blood circulation and remove blood stasis.
He can practice Zhao Shu vigorously, but he must not make it useless. Judging from his performance this month, Zhao Shu is hardworking and eager to learn.
Moreover, Zhang Han's attitude towards Zhao Shu is even more confusing, making it difficult to see clearly.
After swinging the sword five hundred times, Zhang arranged for Zhao Shu to rest and did not continue to practice: "Let's go here today and continue tomorrow."
"Remember, every time you swing your sword, you must maintain the same standard. If you hunt prey in the army, you should make up for it these two days."
"promise."
On this day, Zhao Shu had a twilight meal in the dead soldiers' camp, and then left and rushed towards the Lishan Mausoleum. This time he did not continue to eat.
Zhang Han, who rushed back from Xianyang, took a sip of herbal tea and said to Gu, "Has there been no major incident in Lishanling District this month?"
"Reporting to the Young Master, the Lishan Mausoleum area is normal this month, except for the death of two hundred prisoners."
Gu looked at Zhang Han, was silent for a while, and said: "The prisoners and service personnel in other projects have quite a few complaints about the prisoners and service personnel in the quarry."
"One hundred fewer people died than last month. No one died in the quarry this month?" Zhang Han's eyes lit up. He knew that mining and quarrying is inherently dangerous, and the number of deaths in each project is often the highest.
Before this, neither prisoners nor service members wanted to do the work in the quarry, because they all knew that once they were assigned to the quarry, it basically meant death.
Hearing Zhang Han's inquiry, Gu also sighed with emotion and said: "Well, to be honest with the young master, only two people died in the entire Lishanling District quarry last month, which is the place with the fewest casualties among all construction sites."
