The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 11 It’s time to train

Yue Wenxuan stood by the stream.

Looking down, I see my reflection in the stream. Hey, isn't that me? I raise my hands and see that even the skin on them is as fair and delicate as mine.

I walked and ran along the stream for a while, and felt that this body completely projected my original body's athletic ability, strength, and speed, and they were all the same as mine.

What’s the difference between this and traveling into another world with your own body?
Cool!
No, something seems wrong?

Yue Wenxuan thought carefully: In this world, there are Jin soldiers who are killing Han people indiscriminately. If the body of my figurine is stabbed, will the original body outside the sandbox die?
This is indeed an issue that deserves attention. If you don't figure this out and just wander around in this world, you will end up killing yourself and the gain will be counterproductive.

Think about it for 0.32 seconds.

Got it!

Yue Wenxuan picked up a sharp-edged stone from the ground, exerted a little strength, and scratched his fingers...

My finger was cut, bleeding, and I could feel the pain.

When his consciousness switched back to his original body outside the sandbox, he immediately stopped feeling any pain. He looked down carefully and saw that there were no wounds on his original body's fingers.

Now I understand that if the figurine is damaged, it is only the figurine that is damaged, not the figurine itself. Even if the figurine is cut into pieces in the sandbox world, the loss is only 500 yuan.

So what else is there to be afraid of?

wave up!
I really want to meet a tiger right now and fight with it for three hundred rounds, and create the legend of "Yue Wenxuan fighting the tiger".

But this idea was impossible to realize. There were no tigers in Laoshan at that time. The "Laoshan Chronicle" recorded a story called "Tong Gong Taming a Tiger". During the reign of Emperor He of the Eastern Han Dynasty, there were tigers eating people in Laoshan. An honest official named Tong Hui beheaded a man-eating tiger and released an innocent tiger. In other words, there were still tigers here in the Han Dynasty.

But since the Han Dynasty, tigers have become extinct in Laoshan.

Yue Wenxuan returned to the sandbox world and walked along the stream towards the rebel camp.

In the cold winter of 1127, Mount Laoshan was chilly and snow hung on the top of the mountain. It was really cold wearing a long shirt, but he still walked arrogantly. The only trouble was that his body completely reflected his own abilities, which was the sub-healthy physique of an ordinary urbanite. Walking in the wild mountains was not easy. The ground was uneven, and he had to stumble and walk with one foot higher than the other, which was quite strenuous.

After a while, we arrived at the camp.

The tall and thin man was drawing water from the stream. When he looked up suddenly, he saw a handsome young man walking towards him.

"Huh?" The tall, thin man was stunned for two seconds before he said stupidly, "How could a scholar emerge from this remote mountain?"

It turns out that people in the Song Dynasty could respectfully call all scholars "xiucai", and it was not necessary for them to have any official title.

When you see a scholar, it’s not wrong to call him a scholar.

It wouldn't be wrong to call all young women "wife".

Yue Wenxuan smiled and said, "I'm just here for a stroll. Don't worry about me."

The tall and thin man: "Come down?" He looked up stupidly, glanced at the stone walls on both sides of the valley, and thought: Could it be that this scholar came down from the top of the mountain?

"You wait here, I'll...I'll go get the boss."

After saying that, he turned and ran, shouting as he ran: "Mrs. Gong Er, Brother Qian Er, come quickly, there is a scholar here."

After this shout, Yue Wenxuan was surrounded by people in just a moment.

About a hundred people stared at him with wide eyes.

Madam Gong Er looked at Qian Zhuoqun questioningly, as if asking, "Do you know this person?"

Qian Zhuoqun used to be a wealthy businessman in Jimo County, a genuine playboy. He spent his days listening to music and teasing birds, reciting poems and prose to meet friends, and playing Cuju. He was familiar with all the young men within a few miles.

But Qian Zhuoqun shook his head imperceptibly, indicating that he had never seen this person.

Madam Gong Er had no choice but to step forward and said, "May I ask the scholar..."

Yue Wenxuan rushed to smile and said, "My name is Yue Wenxuan! Hello, Madam Gong Er, Mr. Qian, and everyone from the Jimo Volunteer Army."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Is this the Master Wenxuan who ordered Master Guan Erye and Master Zhang Sanye to deliver food to them?

So young? Why isn't he wearing a Taoist robe, but rather a scholar's attire?
How could anyone dare to believe it so easily? But they didn't dare to be rude, so they froze for a moment.

Yue Wenxuan: "Don't be so nervous, I just came down to take a stroll and will be back soon."

The tall and thin man heard him say "come down" again. He thought he was coming down from the mountain before, but now he realized that he was saying coming down from the sky. The difference was huge. He was so shocked that his mouth opened wide and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Yue Wenxuan wasn't at all polite. He reached out and pinched the lanky man's arm, smiling, "After four or five days of full meals, you're starting to gain weight. You have thick bones and a good natural foundation. As long as you ensure you eat well and drink well, and train diligently, you'll soon become a true Shandong man and will definitely be a fierce general in the future."

Perhaps shocked by the name "Yue Wenxuan" he just introduced himself, the tall and thin man naturally responded in the tone of a subordinate: "I... I will do my best..."

"Well, good job." Yue Wenxuan patted him on the shoulder again: "Drive the Jin thieves back as soon as possible."

The tall and thin man: "Yes, sir!"

Everyone thought: We don’t even know if he’s sincere or not, and you’re just going to listen to him?
Yue Wenxuan's eyes swept over the remaining rebel soldiers, finally locking onto Madam Gong Er's face. "Madam Gong Er, I was just strolling around, but after this stroll, I feel that the discipline of your army is a mess. Just now, when I entered the barracks, no sentry noticed me, allowing me to easily walk into the hinterland. After this tall and thin man discovered me as an outsider, he didn't drive me away or control me, but instead shouted for people to come and watch. You see, I'm a stranger with unknown origins and identity, and I just casually gave a name, but he shocked him and actually treated me as his subordinate. If a stranger in the future just gives a random name, won't he be able to march straight into the central army and take your heads?"

"Huh?" Madam Gong Er's face suddenly showed embarrassment. In fact, she also knew that the Jimo rebel army was just a group of rabble. The first leader of this rebel army, her father Gong Yi, was just an ordinary Song army soldier. He relied entirely on his patriotic enthusiasm, but lacked the ability to match it. He had no military discipline or regulations to restrain his subordinates, and did not know how to train soldiers. The anti-Jin army was like playing house.

It was also for this reason that not long ago, the Jin army only dispatched a detachment of less than a thousand people, and easily broke through Jimo County, which was guarded by tens of thousands of rebels, and defeated the rebels and made them flee in all directions.

Yue Wenxuan shook his head and said, "Now that you have no shortage of food, the first thing to do is to enforce military discipline and regulations, and to enforce daily drills. Otherwise, you will only become bandits and bullies, and not a real army."

(End of this chapter)