It had to be said that as long as it was a general with a good character, he would, to a certain extent, be afraid of his wife. Or it could be said that he doted on his wife and respected her.
Who told a general to go on expeditions and live on the edge of a blade? Husband and wife rarely spent time together.
Not only did a wife have to worry about her husband's safety, but she also had to take care of the household, be filial to her in-laws, and raise her children.
Jia Daishan was very dissatisfied with the Shi Clan's attitude this time, saying in front of everyone that she didn't like Jia Lian. However, he couldn't reprimand his old wife too much. Therefore, he could only remind himself to take care of his wife more in the future.
Early in the morning, Jia Daishan personally led the Jia Lian to the Wang Mansion on horseback. Then, he hurriedly left the city and headed southwest outside the city.
He was under the command of Emperor Wen Of Zhou and was in charge of the elite soldiers stationed in Fengtai, southwest of the capital, to guard the capital.
Every day, regardless of wind or rain, he would go to Fengtai Barracks to take roll call and train the soldiers.
Because of the teacher-student relationship between Wang Yi and Emperor Wen Of Zhou, Emperor Wen Of Zhou generously gave a mansion near the palace to his teacher so that Wang Yi could be more comfortable when he went to court.
One had to know that when court was held at five in the morning, the officials would have to gather outside the Imperial Gate in the cold wind at three in the morning. That feeling was really unpleasant.
Therefore, the Wang Mansion was naturally located in the center of the inner city. Da Zhou had a law: "Anyone who walks on the streets and alleys of the city without reason will be whipped fifty times."
Jia Daishan had no choice but to leave the capital as quickly as possible and rush to Fengtai Barracks.
"Heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is primitive and desolate.
The sun and moon waver, the stars and constellations are arranged. "
Leaving the mansion under the gaze of Jia Xie, the Jia Lian didn't take it to heart. However, when he actually went to class, he realized how accurate his stupid brother's intuition was!
The one teaching him was not Wang Yi. Wang Yi had gone to attend morning court. The one teaching him was the Wang family's housekeeper, Uncle Wang, whom Wang Yi had specially left behind.
First, Uncle Wang asked the Jia Lian to recite and explain his understanding of the Three Character Classic. After learning the progress of the Jia Lian, Uncle Wang spent the whole morning asking the Jia Lian to recite the last few lines of the Three Character Classic that the Chang Clan hadn't taught him yet. After explaining the Three Character Classic once, Uncle Wang asked the Jia Lian to copy the Three Character Classic.
The Jia Lian was gifted. Although he didn't have a photographic memory, he was still a little genius who could remember things after only two or three times.
In terms of handwriting, after Uncle Wang "completely" corrected the way he held the brush, his handwriting could be considered decent compared to other children his age.
Why was it that the Jia Lian, who was still impulsive under the gentle guidance of the Chang Clan, had made great progress under the guidance of Wang Yi's housekeeper?
It was all because of one thing!
Uncle Wang pursued the principle of stick education!
A filial son was born under a stick, and a strict teacher produced a brilliant disciple.
Without saying anything, he just smiled and played with an iron ruler. Every time the Jia Lian made a mistake, he would hit the palm of his hand.
The most painful thing for the Jia Lian was that when Uncle Wang hit his palm, he specifically hit his left hand, saying that he was afraid that his right hand would be swollen and he wouldn't be able to write anymore!
QAQ Baby's heart was bitter, but it would be strange if Baby didn't say it out loud!
"Master!"
When he saw Wang Yi, who had specially come home for lunch and to check on his disciple's progress, he received a teary-eyed and excited disciple.
"What's wrong?
You look so lifeless. How can I take this time to teach you martial arts!? "
Wang Yi naturally knew what happened to his disciple, but he accepted his disciple's warm embrace with a clear conscience and deliberately teased him.
Swish!
The Jia Lian's eyes immediately lit up, and he immediately put aside his complaints and whatnot.
There were still many opportunities in the future.
"Master, teach me quickly!
Teach me quickly!! "
The Jia Lian pulled Wang Yi's crimson official robe and looked at him with longing eyes.
"Okay, Young Master, Master hasn't eaten yet?"
Uncle Wang, who had almost been complained to, looked disapprovingly at the Jia Lian's hand that was holding Wang Yi's official robe.
The Jia Lian reflexively put down his small hand and deliberately smoothed out the creases that he had accidentally made.
Wang Yi smiled but didn't say anything.
It was no wonder he had specially arranged for Uncle Wang to be responsible for temporarily teaching his disciple when he went to the morning assembly.
Wang Yi would never let his disciple know that when he was young, his father was busy, Uncle Wang also taught him in this way.
Of course, he would never admit that he had arranged for Uncle Wang to "carefully" teach his disciple because of his narrow-mindedness.
As a master and disciple, they should share blessings and misfortunes together!
Moreover, Uncle Wang's original name was Hua Lu Star.
Generally, defeating armies and encountering Hua Lu Star could make the trouble become favorable. Even if it was something that couldn't be changed by human power and was destined to fail, after experiencing setbacks, it could create a new situation and obtain a better situation.
Therefore, Wang Yi absolutely!
Absolutely!
He didn't arrange for Uncle Wang to "teach" his disciple because of his narrow-mindedness!
While eating, Wang Yi pointed at the weapons that were densely packed in the hall, which were comparable to a martial arts arena, and said, "Go and see which one you like. Whichever one you like, Master will arrange for someone to teach you.
"
The Jia Lian only felt that there were too many things for his eyes to take in. He had never seen most of the weapons before.
Uncle Wang had arranged the positions of the weapons well. The eighteen types of weapons were arranged from left to right.
On the first row of weapons on the left, there were Green Dragon Crescent Blade, Three Pointed Double-Edged Blade, Phoenix Beak Blade, Flying Blade, Eyebrow Blade, Bent Blade, Halberd Blade, Brush Blade, Single Blade, etc. On the second row of weapons, there were Single Sword, Double Sword, Short Sword, Great Sword, Scabbard Sword, Male and Female Sword, etc. On the Halberd Rack, there were Single Halberds with long poles and Double Halberds with short handles.
Halberds were further divided into Square Halberds, Green Dragon Halberds, Snake Dragon Halberds, etc.
Just like when Wang Yi first asked the Jia Lian: "Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, hammers, drills, lances, clubs, crutches, shooting stars, which one do you use?"
He brought out all the weapons for the Jia Lian to choose.
Of course, as a true scholar, these weapons that could cut through hair and cut iron like mud were naturally provided by his unnamed disciple, that is, his eldest disciple – Emperor Wen Of Zhou.
Afterwards, the masters who taught the Jia Lian martial arts would be found by the "eldest disciple" (Jia Xie stories) who were experts in the palace or imperial bodyguards.
Wang Yi, the master, focused on teaching the disciples economic and military strategy, human relations, and loyalty to the emperor and patriotism.
The Jia Lian eagerly looked at this one, touched that one, and looked at another.
For a moment, he was dazzled by the choices.
Wang Yi and Uncle Wang didn't pay much attention to him. They just smiled and hurried to eat. After the lunch break, he still had to return to the cabinet to work, while the other continuously picked up food for his hard-working master.
The chopsticks accurately picked up a piece of green rape.
Wang Yi lowered his eyes, pretending to put the bitter gourd in his hand into his mouth. He deliberately lifted the bowl, leaving no space for the piece of rape to enter the bowl.
Uncle Wang also didn't urge him. He smiled and waited with the rape in his hand, looking like he was going to eat it no matter what.
But Wang Yi, as if he didn't see Uncle Wang still holding the chopsticks, concentrated on chewing the piece of bitter gourd in his mouth, as if the bitter gourd was particularly delicious. He slowly tasted it with relish.
"Hey!"
Unaware of the two people's secret confrontation behind him, the Jia Lian suddenly seemed to be called by something. He put down the snake spear in his hand and walked past the various weapons.
On the right side of the spear rack, there was a one zhang long spear. The spear was carved with a fire dragon's head, and the spear head was shaped like a dragon's tongue.
It was placed among the various long and short spears. Not only was it not covered by other unique long and short spears, but because it was placed among these long and short spears that were shining with cold light, it unscrupulously highlighted its agile, flamboyant, and scorching side.
"Master, look!
Look! "
Although the spear was heavy, with the Jia Lian's innate strength, he was able to lift it.
With a red face, he supported the spear with his shoulder and moved step by step towards Wang Yi.
Wang Yi, who was fighting with Uncle Wang, was distracted for a moment. Uncle Wang, who had seen through his flaw, reached out his chopsticks and successfully put the rape into his bowl.
Uncle Wang smiled. Little guy, you still want to fight with me!?
Wang Yi wanted to cry, but no tears came out. He hated eating rape since he was a child. What's so good about the strange taste!???
But after being taught by Uncle Wang for many years, Wang Yi has developed a good habit – food is not easy to come by, the food in the bowl must be eaten cleanly.
Wang Yi was helpless. He could only roll the rape into a small ball, pick it with his long chopsticks, and swallow it into his stomach with a painful expression.
Unconsciously trembling, Wang Yi "fiercely" stared at the Jia Lian. If this brat didn't shout for no reason, would he be distracted and let Uncle Wang succeed?
Would he still need to eat this "poison"?
However, when he saw the spear on the Jia Lian's shoulder, he was startled.
"Master, I like this spear!
I want to learn this! "
Jia could not help but caress the body of the spear. Although its appearance was blazing hot and its imposing manner was oppressive, he could feel the sorrowful cry coming from this proud spear, emitting a kind of intense sorrow.
When his little hand touched the body of the spear, he felt the momentary joy and joy of the spear. He couldn't help but smile.
But soon, it continued to be sad.
The Jia Lian didn't understand why it was so sad. His clever little brain turned, and he guessed that it was because he didn't know how to use the spear and felt that he was useless (Jia Xie often lamented in front of him), so it was unhappy.
Therefore, the Jia Lian made up his mind to learn how to use the spear well.
"This spear …" Wang Yi looked at the spear that had left a deep impression in his mind and sighed.
Was it really God's will?
He stared at the spear with a complicated expression.
"Lian'er, do you really want to choose this spear?"
Wang Yi stared at the Jia Lian's eyes with a dignified expression, and he didn't even call him disciple.
The Jia Lian felt that the spear he chose seemed to be very amazing, but he didn't have the slightest intention of backing down. He nodded heavily and said resolutely: "Master, I only want this spear, I don't want anything else!"
"Yes!"
"What if you can't learn it well or don't have the talent?"
Wang Yi asked slowly.
"Then I'll continue to learn it!
I'm a man!
If I can't learn it in one year, then I'll practice for ten years; if I can't learn it in ten years, then I'll practice for a lifetime!
I don't believe that I can't learn it in a lifetime! "
The Jia Lian stubbornly replied word by word.
Wang Yi couldn't help but pause and sigh softly: "Alas …" At this moment, his disciple's expression was just like that of the old friend Wang Yi saw for the last time 13 years ago. It was just as firm and just as pure.
Is this the person you're looking forward to?
Wang Yi asked himself in his heart.
"Speaking of which, I still owe you a gift for becoming my disciple!
Come with me, I'll make it up to you. "
Wang Yi made up his mind, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and led the Jia Lian to the inner study.