It was getting late, and Wang Yun didn't want to take the night journey to Pingyu, so he ordered his soldiers to camp in the open space of the village and bury the cauldron to make rice.

After the meal, the chief of the Xujiazhai clan came over with several clan members to express his thanks.

"You don't have to be polite, old man, this is my duty." Wang Yun stepped forward, pulled up the patriarch's arms, and asked him to take a seat.

The patriarch was over seventy years old and had a slight hunchback. He twirled his gray beard and said with a smile: "These bandits have been harassing my village for more than a month. All the arrows in the village have been exhausted. We are really at the end of the road. Thanks to your envoy's timely rescue, we can

You have to keep my village safe!"

"The knights led by your Majesty are really warriors of tigers and wolves. They killed the moth thieves until they cried for father and mother, and their buttocks urinated. When the little old man looked at the thieves' heads, his hands shook like a woman sifting chaff, and she didn't know if there was leakage under her pants.

…”

The old patriarch talked endlessly and eloquently. The more he talked, the more excited he became. His saliva flew from his mouth. He even started dancing when he got excited.

After finally waiting for him to stop breathing, Wang Yun quickly became humble, his eyes fell on the young man behind the clan leader, and he changed the subject.

"Today I saw this strong man holding down the ox with one hand. I really admire him. I wonder what I call a strong man?"

The old patriarch was about to speak, but the young man was afraid that he would stop talking. He took two steps forward, cupped his fists and said, "Xu Chu, my boy, I have met the envoy!"

The old patriarch twitched his beard and was about to brag about Xu Chu when he heard an exclamation from the side: "Xu Chu? Are you Xu Chu?"

Everyone looked around and saw a cute little boy named Xueyu. His eyes widened at first, and then started to shine. He looked at the boy as if he was seeing a peerless treasure.

Zhang Mo looked excited and looked at Xu Chu. This was Xu Chu, known as the "Tiger Crazy"! Boss Cao's personal bodyguard, he looks a bit tiger-like and very cute!

In the novel, Xu Chu singled out Lu Bu for 20 rounds and drew with Ma Chao. Although he did not have the ability to kill instantly like Guan Yu and Zhao Yun, his physical endurance was definitely good, and he was a real talent.

Force is secondary, but the key is Xu Chu's loyalty. When Boss Cao died, he cried until he vomited blood.

Xu Chu was so frightened by Zhang Mo's gaze that he asked in a low voice: "Young Master, do you know me?"

Seeing everyone in the tent looking at her and realizing that she had lost her composure, Zhang Mo coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment.

"I don't know him. I just heard my master, a master from outside the world, mention this name before, saying that the Runan Tiger Chi, named Xu Chu, is a fierce general in the world..."

At this point, he stopped talking and said, "Maybe he has the same name!"

Such a powerful person must be dug up, absolutely must be dug up.

When Xu Chu heard the word fierce general, his round eyes lit up. He dreamed of becoming a general!

The Runan Tiger Crazy, he has had a tiger-like head and a tiger-like brain since he was a child, isn’t he the one I’m talking about!

Xu Chu said excitedly, "What else did your master say?"

Wang Yun also looked at her with curiosity, and Zhang Mo pretended to say, "My mentor also said that his courage and loyalty are comparable to Fan Kuai of the Han Dynasty."

"Really? I can compete with Wu Hou?" Xu Chu chuckled silly.

The old patriarch said, "Why can't we compete? You have been extremely powerful since you were a child, and you can even compete with the overlord of Western Chu."

Everyone chatted for a while, but it was completely dark outside. The clan leader still had some unfinished ideas. Xu Chu was afraid of affecting Wang Yun's rest, so he and his brother, half pulling and half holding the old clan leader, left.

Looking at the people leaving, Zhang Mo was a little dumbfounded. She told Xu Chu that he was a powerful general. Why didn't Wang Yun recruit him? He wanted all the rangers, so why didn't he want this good man?

The team would leave the village early tomorrow morning. Zhang Mo was secretly anxious and followed them out of the camp without thinking.

"Xu Zhuangshi, wait a minute!"

Everyone stopped and Xu Chu turned around, "What's the matter, young master?"

She gritted her teeth, no matter what Wang Yun thought, she just killed him first and then said, "Xu Zhuangshi has extraordinary powers. Will you follow me to kill the thieves and suppress the bandits?"

Before Xu Chu could speak, the old clan leader said excitedly: "That's great. A Chu is so powerful. Thanks to him for organizing the clan members to fight against the enemy this time, it would be great if I could follow the envoy."

He pushed Xu Chu again and urged: "Boy, please do it quickly!"

Xu Chu hesitated, "I'm leaving. If bandits come again, who can resist?"

The old patriarch hit him on the hip with a cane and cursed: "You alone can defeat the entire village? Ah Bao, Heizi and the others are worse than you? If not for everyone's help this time, how many thieves can you kill alone?"

In this small village, you can only go out and hang out for the snake's tail, and then you have a chance to become a tiger's head. You have been a fool since you were young, and you can learn to be smarter by following the envoy."

Xu Chu grunted and dodged the stick, pointed at another young man beside the clan leader, and said to Zhang Mo, "It's not impossible to go with you, I have to bring my brother with me."

The young man is not as strong as Xu Chu, but he is also taller and taller, and his features are more handsome than Xu Chu's.

Buy one get one free, Zhang Mo said with a smile: "Of course you can." Xu Chu is so good, his brother should not be too bad.

Wang Yun just followed him out and stood watching, obviously acquiescing to Zhang Mo's solicitation.

Xu Chu was outstanding in martial arts, and such a talent should serve the country. However, as the governor of Yuzhou, although he temporarily led the troops to defeat the thieves this time, he did not have the power to appoint sergeants. I originally wanted to let Meng De come to lead Xu Chu to join the army directly someday.

Anyway, since my daughter has recruited people in advance, she will bring them first.

Wang Yundao said, "Xu Zhuangshi is extremely brave and wants to serve the imperial court. After joining forces with Cao Qidu, I will recommend you to join the army."

Enlist in the army?Cao Qidu?

Zhang Mo reacted and almost cried, "Wang Situ, how come you are not attracted by such a talent? You want to give him to Cao Cao?"

Just as Xu Chu was about to agree, Zhang Mo hurriedly wielded her poaching hoe again.

"Father, there is no rush to join the army. My daughter thinks it would be better to recruit Xu Zhuangshi as her family first!"

To put it bluntly, a household servant is an armed servant hired by the family, which is completely different from joining the army.

With Xu Chu's bravery, if he really went to the army, it would be a matter of time before he was promoted due to meritorious service. Xu Chu was naturally unhappy when Zhang Mo said this.

Wang Yun asked a little strangely: "Why is this?"

Zhang Mo thought for a while and asked Xu Chu, "Can Xu Zhuangshi be literate?"

Xu Chu said a little embarrassedly, "I can only barely recognize my own name."

"Have you ever heard of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu, "Wu Zi", "Six Tao" and other military books? It can be seen that 'if you are ten, you can surround it, if you are five, you can attack it, if you double it, you can divide it. If the enemy is small, you can fight it, and if you have fewer enemies, you can escape.

What does 'if not, then you can avoid it' mean?"

Xu Chu looked confused. What she said was even more unheard of.

When the old patriarch heard Zhang Mo asking these questions, he thought she was dissing Xu Chu's lack of education, so he hurriedly explained: "Ah Chu is very smart, very smart... these... you can teach them once, really..."

At the end of the story, the old patriarch himself was so ashamed that he couldn't continue talking.

Zhang Mo interrupted him with a smile, "I know!"

In her heart, Xu Chu's strength and loyalty were far more important than his IQ.

"I neither know how to read nor the art of war. Even if I use brute force to achieve meritorious service and get promoted in the future, not only will I not be able to read documents, but I will not even be able to read the enemy's flag during a battle. If the opponent sets up a military formation, I will not know how to break it.

Are we just going to lead a brute force charge with our soldiers?"

Who said that generals have to be literate? If he can't read the documents, someone will read them for him. If he doesn't know the flags, someone will tell him what the military formations and the art of war are. You will know after a few battles.

The birth of a handsome man depends on the rich experience accumulated in countless battles. Being literate is only the icing on the cake, while reading military books is nothing more than talking about war on paper.

Xu Chu was stunned for a moment after being fooled. He couldn't help frowning and thinking, yes, I don't understand anything. Even if I become a general and don't understand formations and tactics, how can I lead my soldiers to defeat the enemy?

Seeing that he was frightened by himself, Zhang Mo smiled and said: "As the saying goes, sharpening your sword will make you a good chopping wood. Why don't you join the Wang family as a general first? I will teach you reading, literacy, and military skills. In the future, if you are successful in learning, then let Yi

How about your father recommending you to join the army?"

"Seriously? Young Master is willing to teach me?"

Xu Chu admired him endlessly. The boy was only eight or nine years old, but he had already learned so many wonderful books on the art of war!

Zhang Mo looked at Wang Yun eagerly, "Father, can you?"

Hearing what Zhang Mo said, Wang Yun was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. He only knew that this girl was literate and a little smart. He didn't expect that the book on the art of war could be read at random. Thinking about what she did in Yangzhai, if she hadn't

Having read the art of war, how do you know that attacking the heart is the best?

He couldn't help but look at the little kid in front of him again. How could he acquire such knowledge and talent if he wasn't from a noble family?

It should be noted that in this era, classics and classics were passed down from generation to generation, and family collections were only passed down to the children of the same family. In addition, paper books had not yet appeared. Not to mention ordinary people, even wealthy businessmen with great wealth, most of them could only read and write. It was almost impossible to learn classics.

It was impossible, and it was impossible for the great Confucians of the time to accept the children of merchants as their disciples due to the influence of their thoughts of favoring agriculture and suppressing business.

"Father..."

Seeing that Wang Yun didn't respond, Zhang Mo called out again, and then he came back to his senses and nodded numbly.

After sending Xu Chu and others away, Wang Yun couldn't help but asked: "Are you really a commoner? Where can you learn the art of war?"

Where did she learn it? Naturally, she read it in her previous life. She has loved history since she was in school. She worked part-time as a librarian in college. She reads the most history books, and her favorite is the art of war. Although she does not have a photographic memory, she still reads it.

After reading it so many times, I almost remember it.

Zhang Mo started talking nonsense, "When my daughter was five years old, she was taught military art by an old man for two years. At that time, I was very curious and asked the master why he taught me these things. The master said that I was the reincarnation of the Soldier Saint. Even though I was reborn as a woman by mistake,

But the businesswoman likes to fight on the battlefield, so she forced me to memorize a few books."

Zhang Mo has been thinking about how to change history since she recognized Wang Yun as her father. Her goal is very simple, as long as she delays the demise of the Han Dynasty. As for social contradictions, people's contradictions, and class contradictions, they are not her petty concern at all.

Women should worry.

To prolong the life of the Han Dynasty, the simplest and crudest way is to kill Dong Zhuo who broke the last layer of window paper, or prevent him from marching to Luoyang. Without this demon to frustrate the dignity of the Han Dynasty, no matter how ambitious the princes are, the Han Dynasty

Four hundred years of majesty still exists, and they dare not openly rebel. The Han Dynasty can still survive for a while.

However, before that, she must improve her status with Wang Yun so that he can listen to his suggestions so that things can be done more easily.

Just now I saw Xu Chu losing his composure for a moment, and in a hurry, he came up with such a master who was like an outsider and a bizarre past life. Regardless of whether Wang Yun believed it or not, he had to plant the seeds in his heart first.

He was born in the Wang Yun family and had read many books since he was a child. Naturally, he knew that the wives of Sun Wu, the sage of war, and Wu Ding, the king of Shang Dynasty, were well married. However, after hearing about it, his eyes became even more surprised, and he asked: "Who is your master?"

?Where are you now?”

Zhang Mo shook his head, "I don't know. Master never told him his name. After leaving two years ago, there was no news from him. My daughter only remembers that his hair and beard were all white, but his face looked like he was 30 years old. She has not seen him in the past two years. What is his specific appearance?

I can’t remember clearly.”

Wang Yun sighed regretfully, having already believed Zhang Mo's words seven or eight times. Without the guidance of an expert, a homeless girl, no matter how smart she is, would never be able to know so many wonderful books on the art of war.
Chapter completed!