MTL - After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields-Chapter 330 So doting

 The sky was indeed gloomy on the second day.

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 holiday, so the four children don’t have to go to school.

Dalang was practicing martial arts with Awang. Erlang was afraid of disturbing Qi Xianguan, who was in the same room, so he 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 teachers like Gong Liangliao is very different from that of teachers in schools. The master leads the way, and practice depends on the individual, mainly depending on the students' consciousness and understanding.

 At the same time, he serves as an encyclopedia answerer. Students should study on their own first and then come to him if they encounter any problems.

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

 So, 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 should 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 them 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 these grains are allocated to military expenditures, court officials' salaries, and people's livelihood design is all a matter of course.



If the ruler 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 a war with ten people?” Gong Liangxiao asked with a faint smile while sitting in a 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, and it is used by its own people. The horses are not used for special purposes. 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 is zero.”

When Qi Xianguan heard these words, he almost choked on his tea and complained in a low voice: "That's a bunch of 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 Liu Ji's family is practicing martial arts in the backyard. You should go and practice too."

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

He is a swordsman who is at the level of a three-legged cat. Shitou, a part-time instructor, said that he has no talent for martial arts. If he wants to learn real swordsmanship, he can only work hard.

 This hard work is obviously something that Qi Xianguan cannot bear. 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.

 Having grown up at 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 sighed and asked outside the courtyard: "Practice for an hour!"

Stone clasped his fists in response, turned his head and bowed deeply to the young master who smiled bitterly at him, "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. He is still not very proficient in his moves and his foundation is really weak. He started to fish in troubled waters after swinging the small sword in his hand for a quarter of an hour.

Awang looked at it and laughed "ha".

But he didn’t say much, he just treated his ‘apprentice’ more harshly, “Try Basic Boxing One more time.”

Awang gave each set of boxing skills a number, and they didn’t have any cool martial arts names.

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

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

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

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

He had already found it very difficult to practice martial arts with Aunt Yao before, but now that he has practiced martial arts with 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 is different. The boxing technique is only taught once and he is asked to remember it by himself. Every time he fails to remember and asks for a repeat, he will be punished by "swinging the stick twenty times."

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

Dalang still remembers the first day he felt the pain of this punishment. He squatted quietly at the entrance of the stationery factory in the evening and applied to 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!

After applying to Awang, he can drink a sip of water and then practice. After getting a relentless rejection, Dalang took off the already wet top, bare up his upper body, and came into the basic boxing method again.

The stone hissed as if feeling the same.

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 Da Lang 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.

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

Stone 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 Ngawang'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 as his seconds seemed like years: Do you not want this monthly salary anymore? !