Zhang Jin even saw that when Li Dingguo was studying, he would hold a charcoal pen and take many notes.

What’s even more ridiculous is that there are always one or two typos in the dozen words written by Li Dingguo.

Zhang Jin was indeed full of contempt for these Qiu Bas.

But all scholars have the urge to be a teacher.

Seeing that this guy could even write a reply word wrong, he naturally had to give some advice.

Li Dingguo was able to accept it humbly at this time: "Oh, so that's how it is."

So I hurried to correct it.

Zhang Jin said proudly: "You can be humble and studious, this is a good thing, the saint..."

Li Dingguo glared at him and said, "Okay, listen carefully."

Zhang Jin was sadly discovering that he had become a chamber pot and used it if he wanted to use it. If he didn't want to use it, he was kicked under the bed.

It was indeed Qiu Ba.

However, Zhang Jin was even more confident at this time, because the level of military academy was very low. How low was it? The so-called study was actually just the level of elementary school.

Moreover, most of the knowledge taught is ridiculous.

Such a knowledge is worthy of being called Donglin?

When Zhang Jin thought of this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He now plans to find a way to argue these teachers, find a way to argue them in a decent way, and also make him look so powerful that he is so authentic.

But soon... he realized...that was something wrong.

Here, learning is just a very small part of it.

The endless exercise begins.

When I woke up early in the morning, it was morning so I was a freshman who entered school, so I didn’t have sandbags tied.

But the rest of the people, even Li Dingguo, were tied with sandbags of several kilograms, and were fully armed, and they ran for several miles.

Of course, this is already miserable enough for Zhang Jin.

He was weak and had only half run away, so he couldn't bear it anymore.

So much so that more than 30 people from the first squadron of the First Teaching Team had to stop and wait for him.

After this morning run, Li Dingguo and others were very depressed.

In the school, the first teaching team has always had good results, and the first squadron is the top in the entire first teaching team. It is not said that it ranks among the top in all aspects of practice and learning, but at least it is never behind.

The rules in the school never advocate personal courage, that is to say, in a group, no matter how powerful you are, it is just that.

The honor of the small group is even greater than that of the sky. If one person falls behind, the entire squadron will be considered as the back.

Zhang Jin was originally halfway through, but he felt that he could not bear it anymore. He wanted to simply go back to the camp and sleep.

Why did I mess with a group of Qiu Ba and do these meaningless exercises? These people are vulgar, just martial artists. If I go back to my room, who dares to do what I can do?

But Li Dingguo and others were extremely anxious. While jogging with him, they kept telling him to adjust his breathing evenly.

In anxiety, there is more of a feeling of contempt.

It seems that everything is written in my eyes, it’s all your fault... Now our squadron is finished.

This kind of emotional look immediately made Zhang Jin give up halfway.

He was originally the best man and the pride of heaven. As a half disciple of Gu Xiancheng, as an authentic student in Donglin, he claimed that he was a dragon and a phoenix among people. How could he bear such contempt?

So, he held his anger and gritted his teeth and persevered.

After dragging his tired body and finally finishing the run, he saw the people in the same team as him, all of whom looked dejected.

Li Dingguo even screamed and asked to run over again.

Of course, the instructor only gave Li Dingguo a back of his head and then recorded his unqualified results today.

Zhang Jin was panting, feeling that he was already paralyzed.

Li Dingguo buried his head and didn't say anything, looking extremely depressed.

Zhang Jin thought all this was finally over, but he didn't know that this was just the beginning.

After breakfast, he was greeted with continued training. Everyone was wearing armor and started training in a queue.

Over the whole day, this endless exercise made Zhang Jin not have time to think about it at all.

He felt that his head was numb and he kept...he heard all kinds of instructions, moved forward, turned left, turned right, ran...

Finally, Li Dingguo came to teach him how to organize his housework, fold his clothes, fold his bedding, and wipe his boots...

Zhang Jin said angrily: "This is what the servants do. We are here to study... I studied hard early and studied hard when I read too late... These principles, you..."

"Don't yell..." Li Dingguo glared at him with wide eyes: "Whatever you say seems to make sense, but why can't you even do something as simple as morning jogging? It's so crooked to fold a quilt..."

Zhang Jin: "..."

He could see contempt in Li Dingguo's eyes.

In fact, it was not only Li Dingguo who complained about him, but most of the people who were sleeping in the same team told him with their eyes that he was a waste.

Zhang Jin said disdainfully: "Just folding a quilt...what is it..."

But soon, Zhang Jin knew the use of folding the quilt.

At midnight, it was late at night and the moon was seductive, and the whistle suddenly broke the peace.

The room suddenly started to get noisy.

Someone lit the oil lamp immediately.

The lights began to brighten.

Everyone turned over and began to wear their armor quickly.

Zhang Jin was awakened in a daze. He felt that his mind was numb and followed everyone in a dizzy way.

Not only that, these people also began to fold the quilt. After the quilt was folded, they wrapped it in oil paper and started to tie it up. They carried the quilt, weapons, daily necessities, and a large tea tank hanging around their waists, and they all began to name.

Then everyone found that Zhang Jin could not fold the quilt neatly, and the greased paper could not be wrapped at all.

All of a sudden... everyone was anxious, and Li Dingguo cursed and said, "Why are you so behind... This is how you want to..."

Finally, I wrapped the quilt in a crooked manner, carried it on my back, checked it, and left the barracks, and found that the first squadron was behind again.

The rest have all gathered, lined up in order, ready to go.

The instructor didn't say anything, but just picked up the charcoal pen and recorded it silently.

This time, Zhang Jin felt a huge shame.

Because the people from other teams seemed to have gloating expressions, probably saying that you have today too.

The people in the same team... were dejected. Although they didn't say anything, they clearly stated that if they met Zhang Jin, we would be unlucky.

A great shame.

Zhang Jin was a royal relative after all, not to mention a student of Donglin. This kind of arrogance in his bones could not be eliminated. In his eyes, Qiu Ba, who he despised the most, even gave him such a look, which made him feel mixed.

So secretly, Zhang Jin made up his mind that I, Zhang Jin, would definitely do better than you Qiu Ba. Then you will know how powerful I am.

After that, he no longer complained about being tired. He practiced when it was time to practice. Only when he was studying did he act arrogantly and looked at these guys who were learning the simplest knowledge with contempt, and couldn't help laughing.

Of course, Zhang Jin is not stupid, he will not reveal these words. Li Dingguo is impatient and young, so he can really beat people.

Several times, Li Dingguo couldn't help it, and his hand clenched his fists almost hit Zhang Jin's face.

And if you get beaten, there is no place to talk about it. You can't say you were beaten by a furious child, right?

After training, each team has its own activities organized almost every few days.

At the back of the school, there was a large piece of land. Some squadrons took a piece of land and specialized in raising pigs. They happily fed pigs every day. The whole team got together to discuss their pigs.

Some people also planted dozens of acres of leeks. When these guys held sickles, they always had the urge to think they were leeks when they saw everyone and always wanted to cut them a little.

Usually when you meet these people, Zhang Jin will take a detour with his nose, because they always stare at his head and often make gestures with his hands. He looks terrifying. If you pass by them occasionally, you will always hear some of their whispers in fragments: "It's time to cut it so that you won't hurt the roots." "My hands are so itchy."

At this time, Zhang Jin would have an inexplicable illusion of creepyness!

The only thing that made Zhang Jin happy was that although the First Squadron also opened up a piece of land, it was planted with an orchard.

Li Dingguo told him seriously that this kind of planting pear trees, and after two years, he could pick pears and eat them.

Li Dingguo said it with confidence, and whenever he talked about this, his eyes shone.

Zhang Jin thought to himself, I can't stay here for two months, and I'll let you Qiu Ba know that I'm amazing, then...

He was thinking about it like this, but someone was soon arranged to pick up the feces.

Pinching his nose and carrying a feces bucket, Zhang Jin's eyes turned red.

But Li Dingguo was very excited. Every time he picked it up, he walked steadily, fertilized the pear trees, and chanted it seriously: "I'm having a good meal today. Next time I'll steal the manure from the third squadron, and I'll give you extra meals."

After saying that, I went to a pear tree to find my own brand.

Zhang Jin was a little curious and asked, "What are you doing with your sign?"

"I planted this pear tree myself, I call it Sanyatou. This is the brand of Ping An..."

Li Dingguo replied to him with a smile.

"Three Girl?" Zhang Jin looked at him maliciously, revealing a little... It was indeed Qiu Ba... At such a young age...

But Zhang Jin accidentally saw Li Dingguo's eyes turned red in an instant, and tears suddenly fell out of his eyes.

At this time, Li Dingguo sniffed and said, "The third girl is my girl. She starved to death when she fled to famine. She was only six years old at that time. She was in my arms and shouted for three days that she was hungry, but I couldn't find anything to eat for her."

Li Dingguo deliberately said it very ordinary, as if he was telling someone else's family affairs.

But Zhang Jin's face suddenly changed. In just this moment, all the thoughts disappeared.

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Chapter completed!