Chapter 13 Yuan Wenshao

Time is like sand in your hands, slipping through your fingers without you noticing.

Bianjing.

As an old noble family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Pingyang Marquis Mansion occupied a large area in the extremely expensive city of Bianliang.

In addition to the marquis' mansion of a hundred acres that Taizu rewarded when the country was founded.

In order to cultivate children and relatives.

The Yang family also bought a quarter of the adjacent market town.

Living outside are people related to the Yang family.

The inner area is the martial arts arena.

You can practice martial arts, horse racing and archery there.

This is why the Yang family has been able to prosper until now, because each generation of children has been honed and tempered in the martial arts field since childhood, and they do not have the extravagant style of other nobles.

The sun rises and spring comes.

Yang family martial arts training ground.

"One two one, one two one!"

Accompanied by neat and loud commands, a group of men in short coats were running on the newly marked yellow dirt road at the outermost edge of the martial arts field.

The leader was Yang Wenyuan, followed by the Marquis’s personal guards lined up in neat rows.

Before Yang Wenyuan traveled through time, he was just a newly graduated college student. He knew a little bit about everything, but understood nothing, and naturally did not know how to train soldiers.

Obedience training can only be done while exercising.

Get them used to obeying your orders.

In this way, in the future on the battlefield, these future personal soldiers of mine will be able to unite with me and fight wherever I direct.

When the three laps were almost finished.

Someone from the Hou Mansion's kitchen happened to be carrying over a steaming steamer and a wooden barrel filled with porridge.

After the run, after many days of training by Yang Wenyuan, although the people in the team were starving, they still quickly organized the somewhat messy formation and stood in place waiting for Yang Wenyuan's orders.

Seeing that his training results were beginning to show results, Yang Wenyuan nodded with satisfaction.

"Dismiss, let's eat!"

After returning from Yangzhou, Yang Wenyuan began to exercise.

at the very beginning.

Yang Wenyuan is not used to getting up early at the sound of the cock-crow.

But as time went by, I gradually got used to it.

On the contrary, if I don’t do some morning exercises every day, I feel unhealthy.

And one day.

Yang Wenyuan was sweating profusely while rubbing the stone pillar. When he turned around, he saw his personal attendant Chang Qing, wearing a fur coat, eating cakes under a tree with a comfortable look on his face. He suddenly felt a little unbalanced.

I, a marquis, get up early every day to do morning exercises, and you, a follower, are so comfortable?
Are you polite?

So the next day.

Yang Wenyuan directly pulled all the personal guards of the Hou Mansion over and asked them to do morning exercises with him every morning, and also gave them an extra meal.

When I inherit the title in the future, I will definitely join the military.

And these people are equivalent to his own personal soldiers.

If the golden finger is not so powerful, your life will depend on them in the future.

Treating them well is respecting their own lives.

So Yang Wenyuan was not stingy and provided them with eggs and meat buns every morning. He also ate with them and advocated being close to the people.

Just like using commands to lead them in exercise, all of this is to make them close to themselves, get used to focusing their attention on themselves, form conditioned reflexes, and be able to play a role at critical moments.

Yang Wenyuan also set up a reward.

There are martial arts and archery competitions every month, and the top three people can get ten taels, five taels, and three taels of silver respectively.

Money is a bastard.

If I die, it would be a benefit to others.

It would be better to use it to strengthen team building and spend the money where it is needed most.

Besides, this little bit of money was a drop in the bucket for the Hou family. But it was extremely tempting to them, sparking their strong passion for training. Almost all the time, they could see naked men fighting each other in the martial arts arena.

Others shot arrows without the arrowheads removed at each other.

The whole scene was filled with gay passion.

After the meal, there was still a lot of breakfast left.

Not afraid of waste.

Because on the surrounding walls, there were many young boys clinging to the top of the walls, looking forward to what was happening.

Most of these children were members of the Yang family, and many of them were brothers and sisters of the personal guards present. They learned from their elder brother that Yang Wenyuan served breakfast here every day.

Word spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and now everyone gathered here.

Yang Wenyuan waved his hand and asked the cook to distribute the things.

Seeing the cook in charge of distribution giving priority to stuffing eggs and buns into her own children's hands, Yang Wenyuan just smiled.

These are very normal behaviors and there is no need to punish them.

Everyone has selfish motives.

As long as it's not excessive, we can let it go.

Just like now.

There was nothing wrong with stealing and giving it to them first, but they had to listen to Yang Wenyuan's instructions on distributing breakfast and distribute everything.

Acting within the rules is a right that even God cannot blame you for.

Finish eating.

Yang Wenyuan began to practice the Yang family's inherited spear skills.

As military nobles, most of them practiced spearmanship at home, because the spear is extremely suitable for the military, and the principle that an inch longer is an inch stronger is fully demonstrated in the military.

Also because of the spear's strong adaptability.

It is easy to use, inexpensive, and suitable for almost all military formations. It is known as the "King of Cold Weapons" in the army.

Yang Wenyuan has already mastered this set of spear techniques by heart, and it has already formed physical memory. He can perform the movements smoothly and effortlessly, and can use various techniques at will, without being restricted to fixed routines.

After practicing once, Yang Wenyuan felt that it was not smooth enough, so he asked Changqing to bring his horse over.

After becoming familiar with infantry tactics, cavalry tactics also need to be studied.

Instead of waiting for the horse, an unexpected person came.

"Yuan Wenshao, why is he here?"

Yang Wenyuan wiped the sweat off his face, thought for a moment, and reorganized his words.

"Why did he come now?"

Before Yang Wenyuan returned to Bian Jing, he was prepared to be visited by Yuan Wenshao, but no matter how long he waited, there was no sign of Yuan Wenshao. He thought he had swallowed his anger and gradually put the matter out of his mind.

But now you're here again?

But I, Yang Wenyuan, have a clear conscience!
It's just an engagement, not a marriage, and you haven't even worn your wedding dress yet!
Yang Wenyuan had never known about the situation in this regard, but Changqing, as his personal attendant, had received a good butler education since childhood and had already found out everything.

"Sir, when we returned to the capital, Yuan's Erlang went out to study and missed us. This time, he must have rushed back specially because the Sheng family was coming to Bianjing."

"The Sheng family is coming to Bian Jing?" Yang Wenyuan looked surprised.

During this period, he did morning exercises, attended classes at other people's private schools during the day, and wrote letters to Hualan and talked on the phone at night.

Now, in the blink of an eye, the Sheng family has come to Beijing?
Time flies so fast?
No feeling!

Hualan did not mention this matter in the letter.

Do you want to give yourself a surprise?

Yang Wenyuan began to imagine wildly in his mind.

Changqing interrupted his young master's fantasy.

"Sir, Yuan Wenshao is still waiting in the mansion, would you like to meet him?"

PS: This was when they first arrived in Bianjing, and Minglan and the others were still young.

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