Chapter 2400 Severe Drought

"What? Another master?"

"Well, Uncle Lin taught me martial arts."

"Learn literature and martial arts, and my teacher will look after you."

In the early morning, under the bridge by the river, an old man and a young man were muttering.

Zhao Yun was fine, but Ye Banxian, on the other hand, looked more glorious than before. He should have caught a little ghost yesterday, accumulated merits, and increased his longevity.

I would be happy to live a few more years.

Ever since, he had a very strange and dangerous idea, whether to take his little apprentice for a walk somewhere else.

For example, evil spirits often haunt graveyards, where there are many ghosts.

However, after much thought, I gave up.

Again, he is not good at learning and has limited moral skills. He can deal with little ghosts just fine. But if he really encounters a ferocious evil ghost, then he will not be catching ghosts, but will be killed.

"Master, you also have a black seal." Xiao Zhao Yun said seriously.

"You little melon, are you sincerely cursing me?" Ye Banxian blew his beard and glared.

"I'm not going to lie to you, it's really dark."

Zhao Yun said, carrying the small book basket and ran away.

Today's private school is much quieter than in the past.

The female teacher retired after her success, and the old scholar came back to teach.

The dads who picked up and dropped off the train didn't show much attention.

"What's wrong with you?"

When Zhao Yun entered the school, he saw a group of children surrounding Wang Xiaoguan.

He should have been beaten, with a wad of cotton stuffed in one nostril.

"It fell."

Look! Children who have gone to private school are smart.

For example, Wang Xiaoguan didn't blush or breath when he said this.

Is it possible to tell his friends that he was punished by his father?

Because that book was taken away by the female teacher, my father was furious.

"Look back and I'll get it back for you."

Zhao Yun laughed dryly, feeling sorry for the junior official.

If he hadn't asked someone to borrow books to read, how could this happen?

Ah sneeze!

On this day, when the old man was lecturing, he sneezed one after another.

If a semi-immortal were here, he would surely have made a calculation: You are old and have eaten too much food to ward off evil spirits.

Speaking of Ye Banxian, he really taught a good disciple.

Even though Zhao Yun is young, his calculations are extremely accurate.

Yintang is turning black! Banxian's stall was opened that day, and he was beaten. On the way home, he accidentally fell into a pit. After finally climbing out, he was chased and bitten by dogs for several streets.

"I have this disciple!"

If a person is unlucky, his teeth will be blocked even if he drinks cold water.

The previous ones are not worth mentioning.

The real disaster in his home was that the beams were in disrepair for a long time. As a result, the old wood rotted and the whole house collapsed. The old man almost died on the spot.

evening,

Zhao Yun sneaked into a small forest.

When we were far away, we saw a man stalking in the forest.

Coach Nailin also had a spear stuck to his side.

"Baby, here we come." Seeing Zhao Yun, Coach Lin smiled heartily.

"I only have half an hour." Zhao Yun gasped and put down the basket.

"It's okay. Learning martial arts doesn't happen overnight. It takes years of practice."

"Today, I will teach you the horse stance first. This is the basic skill of martial arts."

"Learn my movements, and don't be sloppy. Raise your left hand a little higher."

In terms of competent masters, there is more than one half-immortal, and Coach Lin is also dedicated to his work.

A cheerful person who doesn't talk nonsense and speaks on the spot.

A small step on horseback opened the curtain of Zhao Yun's martial arts practice.

"Uncle, I heard that people with good martial arts can fly."

Zhao Yun is a boy who loves to learn, and his little mouth is not idle when he is walking.

"That's Qing Kung, and ordinary people can't learn it." Instructor Lin said with a smile.

"Then can you fly?"

"Depending on the situation, maybe."

Coach Lin coughed dryly. If he could fly, he would have won the first prize in martial arts.

The main thing is that there is no one to teach him, and there are no experts in the remote countryside.

"Come, let's play with you

A complete set of Lin family's marksmanship. "

Coach Lin raised his iron spear, took one step forward, and began to dance.

Zhao Yun, on the other hand, maintained his horse stance and watched quietly.

Half an hour passed quietly.

When he left, he was reluctant to leave.

Coach Lin's expression was extremely deep.

This kid was more terrifying than he imagined.

Not only the amazing skeleton, but also the terrifying understanding.

It was his ancestor who found such a good disciple.

Fortune telling.

literature.

Practice martial arts.

Blacksmithing.

Zhao Yun's every day is clearly arranged by several masters.

He can't chew off more than he can chew, and the words of his elders don't seem to work on him.

He learned divination very well, which did not prevent him from reading poetry and books.

Forging iron and exercising muscles and bones all lay a solid foundation for martial arts practice.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

At the bridge cave in the early morning, Zhao Yun tugged at the corner of the half-immortal's clothes.

The half-immortal was looking at the sky with his hands folded, and his expression was not very good.

Fortune teller! I know a little bit about the weather.

Because of this, he couldn't help but feel worried.

I don't blame him for this, it's just because the weather has been bad in recent years.

If his calculations were correct, there would be severe drought in the next few years.

A severe drought is not a good sign. The poor people in Wutong Town are mostly rough people who depend on the weather to make ends meet. If there is no rain, there will be a famine.

Zhao Yun also noticed something was wrong, glanced at the sky, and took the copper coins.

Money is fortune-telling money. If you throw it on the ground with one hand, you can read the fortune-telling fortune.

"A severe drought."

Zhao Yun murmured in his heart, then he realized why the half-immortal looked ugly.

If there is no harvest, many people will starve or even starve to death.

The master and the apprentice calculated correctly, it was really a year of disaster.

There is no rain, even the rivers have dried up, and there is no harvest in the fields.

"Oh my God!"

There are many more people worshiping Buddha in the small temple in the town.

But no matter how much I prayed, I didn't get any rain.

"Dad, I'm leaving."

It was another good time in the morning, and Zhao Yun went out carrying a book basket.

Blacksmith Zhao smiled gently, and then his face became full of sadness when the baby walked away.

The rice in the jar has bottomed out, and it is estimated that it will only last a few days.

Unfortunately, there was a severe drought, and the land was so barren that half of the grains of rice were missing.

It's okay for him to be hungry, but the child is still young and needs to eat!

At this moment, he was much older and somewhat powerless.

Age has arrived.

It’s not okay to refuse to accept old age.

today,

Zhao Yun did not go to the private school, and he also pocketed the money for studying in the private school.

He is a sensible child. He doesn't even have enough to eat, so how can he still have money to go to school?

Of course, dad can't know about this.

Going out with a book basket on your back is just for show.

Buzz!

Still in that small forest, he was dancing his spear alone.

There is no charge for practicing martial arts. You stay until evening and then go home carrying a book basket.

"Why don't you see Zilong?"

It was rare that Wan Xin came to the private school and asked while sorting out the books.

The old scholar stood at the door of the school and looked at Fang Fang for a long time.

What a drought year! Not only did Zhao Zilong not come, many disciples dropped out of school.

Wang Xiaoguan is here, his family is well off, and he has no worries about food and clothing.

But for the other children, most of them don’t have much food left at home.

How can I afford to go to private school if my stomach is not full even if I have to eat according to the weather?

"Damn disaster!"

The old scholar whispered, his mouth full of sighs.

Wanxin glanced at her grandfather, but hesitated to speak.

In her memory, this old gentleman rarely used foul language.

But this severe drought seems to have buried the elegance of literature.

"Post a document on the door. From today on, the private school will not charge money."

"Grandpa, here."