After dressing up as a stepmother, I transformed the whole family into working in the fields

The sky on the second day was indeed gloomy.

Early in the morning, Qin Yao heard Liu Ji sneezing several times in succession after being kicked out of the room by Gong Liangxiao to study to cheer up.

Today is the school's holiday, so the four children don't have to go to school.

Dalang followed Awang to practice martial arts. Erlang was afraid of disturbing Qi Xianguan, who was in the same room, and was about to sneak out to review his lessons. Qi Xianguan stopped him.

So, the two of them sat together in front of the big desk in the room, one reading silently and the other reading.

The teaching model of a gentleman like Gong Liangliao is very different from that of the teachers in the school. The master leads the way, and practice depends on the individual. It mainly depends on the students' consciousness and understanding.

He also serves as an encyclopedia answerer. Students should study on their own first and then come to him when they encounter problems.

However, Gong Liangxiao had to pay attention to Liu Ji, a student, because his foundation was too poor, and he didn't want Liu Ji to ruin his reputation as a teacher because of his lack of knowledge.

Therefore, start with the practice of Jingqi Shen, and then you can get twice the result with half the effort.

The six arts of a gentleman are etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and arithmetic. Gongliangxiao is best at four of them: calligraphy, charioteering, archery, and arithmetic. He believes that his students should not only be proficient in all six arts, but they must at least be proficient in the four arts that he is best at. Only then can outsiders say, "I am a student of the great Confucian Gong Liangliao."

After a few days of idle time, when the weather became cloudy, I no longer had the desire to go out. Anyway, I was idle, so I borrowed local materials and borrowed Qin Yao's abacus. After breakfast, I planned to test Liu Ji's Arithmetic level.

In fact, in Gong Liangxiao's view, number is the most powerful skill among the six arts.

Numbers can be arithmetic or arithmetic, depending on how the person who masters numbers wants to apply them.

The most precise arithmetic can calculate the fate of a country, how many people there are in the world, how much land each person has, and how much food can be produced on each acre of land.

How this food is allocated to military expenditures, court officials' salaries, and people's livelihood design is all a matter of course.

The most skilled mathematician is the lord of the world who is above ten thousand people.

If the lord of the world cannot calculate how many people and land there are in his world, then this country is not far from being destroyed.

"How much do you think it will cost to fight ten men?" Gong Liangxiao asked with a faint smile while sitting in his wheelchair, eating the melon seeds prepared by the book boy on the plate.

Liu Ji picked up the abacus and counted the numbers, "The battle of ten people is not a war at all. It should be a border patrol team that suddenly encountered an enemy spy during the patrol and chased them on horseback. It didn't even take a day. I Give them half a day."

"The army is stationed at the border. It is used by its own people. The horses are not used exclusively for the purpose. The cavalry wears light armor. The light armor is provided by the military service. Therefore, the cost of half a day is very little and the money used is zero."

Qi Xianguan, who was sitting in the audience, almost choked on his tea when he heard these words, and complained in a low voice: "It's nonsense."

Gong Liangliao smiled and said, "You are somewhat reasonable."

Qi Xianguan was speechless. He knew that Mr. Liu Ji had no foundation and was extra tolerant to him. He didn't expect that he would be so doting on him!

Gong Liangxiao rolled his eyes and said, "I see that the elder of the Liu Ji family is practicing martial arts in the backyard. You should go and practice too."

Qi Xianguan was startled, and when he realized that the teacher was talking about him, he sighed helplessly, put down the tea, and probably went out.

He was practicing swordsmanship, and he was at the level of a three-legged cat. Shitou, a part-time instructor, said that he had no talent for martial arts, and that he had to work hard if he wanted to learn real swordsmanship.

Qi Xianguan obviously couldn't bear this hard work. Most people can't bear the hardship of practicing martial arts, let alone those without talent.

Of course Gong Liangliao knew about his situation and asked him to practice swordsmanship, just to find something for him to do and to exercise his energy and spirit.

As a half-grown boy, at such a young age, it is not enough for me to sit and read and write all day long. My health is my capital.

Looking down at his legs, Gong Liangxiao lamented and went outside the hospital to ask: "Practice for an hour!"

Shitou responded with cupped fists, turned around and bowed deeply to the young master who smiled bitterly at him, "Young Master, I'm sorry!"

The master and servant started practicing here. Fortunately, Qin Yao's backyard had enough martial arts practice space so that it did not affect Awang and Dalang.

It's just that the 'masters' on both sides are teaching and teaching, and they can't help but be attracted to the other's students.

Qi Xianguan has been practicing swordplay for two years, but he is still not very proficient in his moves and his foundation is really weak. After swinging the small sword in his hand for a quarter of an hour, he started to fish in troubled waters.

Awang looked at it and laughed "ha".

However, he didn't talk much, he just treated his 'apprentice' more harshly, "Try one more basic boxing technique one more time."

Awang gave each set of boxing skills a number, and there was no cool martial arts name.

Firstly, it was to hide the origin of these tricks, and secondly, it was purely because their masters in the death camp also taught them this way.

It doesn't matter to Dalang, as long as it's easy to remember.

The important thing now is that he has completed the exercise that he should have completed and can rest for half a quarter of an hour.

As a result, Awang said softly "Do it again", and Dalang just wanted to look up to the sky and scream: Let me die!

He had already found it hard to practice martial arts with Aunt Yao in the past, but now that he has followed Awang, he realizes where he was before!

With Aunt Yao, I just run every day, and then do strength training and endurance training. Although it is boring, I will not feel real pain.

Awang was different. The boxing technique was only taught once and he was asked to remember it by himself. Every time he failed to remember and asked for a repeat, he would be punished by "swinging the stick twenty times."

A one-meter-long firewood stick, as thick as an adult male's arm. It was the densest wood that Awang specially found in the mountains. It was so heavy that it sank immediately when thrown into the river. After swiping it twenty times, his arm was almost half useless.

Dalang still remembers the first day he tasted the pain of this punishment, the miserable appearance when he quietly squatted at the entrance of the stationery factory in the evening and asked Qin Yao to change his master.

Of course, what's even more miserable is that Aunt Yao asked him to "either persist or give up, it's your choice."

Dalang let out a depressed sigh. He had practiced even though he was still kneeling to the end!

He asked Awang if he could take a sip of water and practice again. After receiving a ruthless rejection, Dalang took off his already wet shirt, stripped to the waist, and performed the basic boxing technique one more time without mercy.

Shitou hissed as if feeling the same thing.

He knew that Awang was not a simple servant, but he didn't expect that under his silly face, he had such a cruel heart.

Look at Dalang who is sweating profusely and has a pale face, but he is still wielding a set of boxing skills vigorously and does not dare to make any mistakes.

Then look at Qi Xianguan, who can't even raise the sword in front of him over his shoulder. He is obviously perfunctory but still looks rosy.

Shitou suddenly wanted to understand something - the young master's swordsmanship was so poor, maybe, maybe, it should be because he was not ruthless enough.

Hearing Awang's unclear "ha" again, Shitou suddenly suggested, "Sir, if you still can't lift the sword to shoulder level, let's practice for another hour today."

Qi Xianguan's eyes widened in disbelief and asked, "Don't you want this monthly salary anymore?" !