Chapter 106: Cold Dish (Part 2)

Most of the people present were the "seeds of scholars" of "Qingdou Academy," famous in Ming Song.

In fact, most of them were similar to Zhang Jiujiang's situation.

Belonging to the middle-of-the-road aptitude, slightly higher, teenagers with family background, connections, and backing.

If you want to study well, you have to rely on rote memorization and spoon-feeding education.

If you want to be knowledgeable and react quickly, you have to rely on the experience of things.

That is the famous saying, "Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles."

Therefore, hearing Zhang Gui's words, the eyes of more than half of the people did not show horror and understanding.

But clear confusion and stupidity.

Others were embarrassed to ask, but Zhang Jiujiang was used to Zhang Gui's mystery,

"Alright Da Gui, stop talking about fireworks every day; what exactly do you mean?"

"Jiujiang, rote learning without understanding, not using your brain to think about things, your brain will turn into paste."

Zhang Gui sighed:

"The more sophisticated the explosives are made, the higher the value, and the smaller the quantity.

It's like the Eight-Ox Crossbow and wooden bows and grass arrows.

No matter how powerful the Eight-Ox Crossbow is, it is not of great use in war.

But wooden bows and grass arrows, even if they only have one-tenth the power of the ox crossbow, are fatal.

Not to mention that death squads are hard to find, but there are as many monsters as you want that are artificially created and controlled, normal at ordinary times, but mutated when they break out."

Zhang Jiujiang blinked, pondered the meaning of the words, and finally a look of horror appeared on his face,

"Then what should we do?"

"What to do? Cold dish." Zhang Gui sighed: "You and I are neither ministers who adjust Yin and Yang, nor judges of the Ministry of Justice or the Dali Temple who specialize in espionage.

Nor are we generals of the Great Military Prefecture who are famous for naval warfare, or Ten Thousand Commander Heads of the Ten Thousand Commander Yamen.

I am a worthless local official.

You are a sour scholar who has a bright future but is not even as good as a green bean grain now.

We should care about family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs, but after caring, just laugh it off.

By the way, what do you think of the clear-mouth bean sprouts of this 'First Spring Comes'?

I love them very much.

I'm preparing to learn how to use them to make canned food for sailing.

The prosperity of Zhihai Town is becoming more and more prosperous, and I feel that just doing trade is not enough.

It just so happens that a big trade alliance called 'White Sail Alliance' wants to connect with me, which is convenient for me to participate..."

"A young general who seems to have divine ability at a young age and can be called a heaven's pride, yet thinks about making money and doing business at the time of the country's life and death.

And it's still a business that colludes with thieves."

Shen Shijing, the female teacher who was the most taciturn, suddenly said softly:

"Isn't the skeleton of the so-called 'White Sail Alliance' the Daohai Gang?

And the leader of the Daohai Gang is Zhang Yan, the former owner of Heimu Town of the Pingyang Zhang family, right?"

Collusion between officials and bandits usually has two ways: one is to do it secretly, and those who know die.

The second is to simply spread the word everywhere, creating an upright image that everything can be said to people.

Once the incident happens, directly come with a three-part response: 'I don't know; really, impossible; I was deceived, you can see it, I'm not that kind of person.'

Afterward, they might even eat the 'extinction' of their former allies with the image of a victim.

But Zhang Gui never expected that his habitual wind-spreading would pull off his painted skin by a female teacher from a Northern Frontier academy.

He immediately widened his eyes and said in surprise:

"Is there such a thing? Really? Impossible.

I don't know, I was deceived!

You can see it, I'm not that kind of corrupt official who colludes with foreign thieves.

Hmm, uh, Teacher Shen is truly 'high talent doesn't leave the door, but knows the affairs of the world.'

Clearly a teacher from a big Northern academy, yet you know more about the maritime movements of our Siyang Commandery than I do, admirable, admirable."

Shen Shijing smiled faintly:

"This is not strange.

Although I grew up in Ming Song, I was born on Xianrong Island, across the sea from Siyang Commandery.

The reason I am protecting these students walking in the Southern Kingdom this time is also on the way.

Actually, it was because someone from an old friend of the family informed me that the situation in the Hanli Kingdom seemed to have undergone a drastic change, so I came to investigate, but didn't expect to be a step late."

When she had no expression, she looked ice-clear and jade-clean, and when she smiled, she became ten times more beautiful.

Simply stunning, making people dizzy.

The other men and women around were all soul-struck, only Zhang Gui, because he had experienced the reward washing of female anchors in his previous life, knew the power of it.

He thought secretly in his heart:

"Born on Xianrong Island, grew up in Song Ming, yet never forgets the motherland, and more importantly, someone is constantly sending her such intelligence.

This is the path of a prince, no, 'Princess Revenge,' right?

Must not get involved."

Finally, he stared at Shen Shijing a few times and said with a dry laugh:

"So that's it.

The cleaning of the port market is done, I have to go back to the government office to handle other official business.

Goodbye, everyone.

Jiujiang, come with me, let's talk about buying back our prisoner compatriots on the way."

Without waiting for others to react, he pulled Zhang Jiujiang's sleeve and rushed out of the door.

Disappeared without a trace in a flash.

Until the two walked into the backyard of the Zhihai Town Mansion.

Zhang Jiujiang came back to his senses, "Hey, Da Gui, where did you pull me?"

"Where? My home."

Zhang Gui pressed his little friend into the stone chair of the pavilion, drew cold well water, filled it with a split gourd, half for himself, half for Zhang Jiujiang.

"Tell me, what kind of teachers and classmates are in your Qingdou Academy?

War is coming, people are going to die, the court has issued an official announcement.

I, as the guarding official, am leading a group of people there, desperately catching terrorist elements.

Your male teacher Ouyang Qing actually insisted on taking you to eat breakfast at the vegetarian shop at the dock.

And said, 'The mountain collapses in front but the color does not change, the deer rises on the left but the eyes do not blink,' is the true scholar.

Isn't this a mental illness?

And your classmates, who came up with the idea of redeeming the official soldiers who fell in the national war, a group of people came to share the credit.

Is this how this kind of thing is done?

Shouldn't it be done secretly first, then guide the public opinion to spread, and finally superficially hide merit and fame, but actually harvest reputation happily?"

"The Gongsun Benxiao who led this matter, on the surface, looks like a person with great ambition but little talent, but in reality, his brain is a mess.

He even contacted me through the post station; why didn't he dance hot in his clothes at the gate of Siyang Commandery City;

while explaining the ins and outs of the matter, so that the whole world knows his intelligence?

Finally, it's your female teacher, Shen Shijing..."

Saying this name, Zhang Gui felt a sudden movement in his heart and turned his head abruptly to look toward the dock.

At the same time, in the wooden chair of the "First Spring Comes" vegetarian shop at the Zhihai Town dock.

Shen Shijing looked at the direction of the Zhihai Town Mansion with no expression.

Her eyes seemed to penetrate the wall, the building, and look at Zhang Gui, muttering:

"What a market opportunist, Dragon Tiger General Caiyang Longhu, interesting, interesting."

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Her gaze seemed to pierce through the walls and buildings as she looked at Zhang Gui, murmuring:

"What a fine opportunistic scoundrel of the marketplace, General Caiyang Longhu; interesting, interesting."

(End of chapter)