The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

"Yes"

Cheng Xi understood that the old lady had already decided that Duan Chengkang would become a military general in the future.

Although they knew before that Chengkang had martial arts courses, the old lady and the others did not say it explicitly, but now it is completely confirmed.

"Okay, Master Cheng, I trust you. Although Kang Ge'er is a little naughty, he respects you very much. Whenever he gets praised by you, his spirits fly."

"Kang'er's schoolwork will be a little easier later on, so you can have more time to review your studies. In my opinion, you will definitely pass the imperial examination by then."

Cheng Xi stepped forward and saluted, "Madam, you are so kind to me."

Song Shengfu smiled and looked at Han Yang.

"I haven't asked you yet. Kang Ge'er will definitely specialize in a certain field in the future. I wonder what his preference is?"

After Song Shengfu asked, she saw Han Yang's face stiffen for a moment.

"I took Master Kang to try out various weapons. Aside from my archery skills, I wasn't very good at the rest."

Archery is just archery. Oh, this guy is pretty good.

A sharpshooter? Oh well, forget it. He's not that lucky.

When you think of a majestic military general, you see him either wielding a spear or a sword.

How cool is that? Song Shengfu asked unwillingly, "Sword, spear, or even a knife if that doesn't work. Why not bother with anything?"

Han Yang shook his head coldly, and Song Shengfu lost her temper.

Just shoot arrows, that's fine too.

"In fact, everyone said that Master Kang was strong, but that's not true. He can pull a longbow, but he can't lift an iron sword. I just realized that Master Kang's strength is in his hands, not his body."

Song Shengfu was a little confused. "Why is his hand so strong?"

"Master Kang has the strength of an ordinary man, but his wrist muscles are exceptionally strong, and he uses subtle force to make his strength appear even greater."

This is what is commonly known as using the opponent's force to counter the opponent's force.

"In that case, you should train him more, take advantage of his strengths, and develop him well-rounded."

“Take advantage of their strengths and develop them comprehensively?”

Han Yang looked at the old lady

"Yes, you see, learning martial arts is not like writing an article. On the battlefield or in a critical moment, you say I only know how to shoot arrows. Without arrows, can I just passively take the beating?"

The more Song Shengfu spoke, the more homework Kang Ge'er had to endure.

It was the first time that Han Yang heard of this saying. After all, not only serious warriors or secret guards, but also those who advocated specialization.

In their secret guard camp, multi-armed guards like him are very rare and all of them have to undergo brutal training.

Therefore, it is better to focus on one thing, which will produce better results.

"What the old lady said makes sense, but this road is very difficult."

Han Yang looked at Song Shengfu, and Song Shengfu knew what Han Yang meant.

"It's okay if it's a bit hard and tiring. I don't ask him to be very powerful, I just hope he can save my life in the future when it's critical. Even if I can be a small soldier, as long as he has some skills, it's fine."

Song Shengfu never expected Duan Chengkang to become a great general, and all the words she said before were just to appease Lu.

In his previous life, Duan Chengkang had indeed enjoyed half a lifetime of blessings.

If I repeat this in my lifetime, it would be a bit unreasonable. I will just be a good cow and do some practical work for the Duan family.

Even if you are just a gatekeeper, at least you can be of some use to the country and society instead of just lying at home and eating up all the food.

Song Shengfu made up her mind, and Han Yang had no choice but to do as she was told.

Duan Chengkang didn't know that this was the last afternoon he could sleep soundly. From then on, he would enter the devilish training prescribed by Master Han Yang.

July passed away quietly while Kang Ge'er was complaining.

The disaster outside became more serious because there was no rain in July.

But in July, with fundraising efforts from the palace and donations from various court officials, the court increased its disaster relief efforts, and the actual situation was much better than expected.

On the fifth day of August, Duan Bofu received a bloody letter, and the Duan Bofu, which had been silent for a long time, was in an uproar.

Song Shengfu looked at the blood letter and felt dizzy.

That evening, when the family gathered together for a rare dinner, Duan Jing'an, who had been busy for a long time, sorted out his official business.

I have become very proficient in handling official duties, and it is rare for me to get off work early and have dinner with my family.

I haven't stayed in the mansion properly for a long time, and it's still the same.

However, Duan Jing'an was still surprised when he saw Kang Ge'er's pale face and body seemed to have become much thinner.

"Why is Kang Ge'er so thin?"

"Four Uncle"

Kang Ge'er was weak and picked up a piece of meat with shaking hands. He put it into his mouth tremblingly like an old man with Parkinson's disease.

Seeing this, Duan Jing'an personally picked up a lot of dishes for him, and Kang Ge'er buried his head and gobbled them up voraciously.

Duan Jing'an's mouth twitched and he turned to look at the others.

The first person he looked at was his sister-in-law, after all, she loved Kang Ge'er the most.

Who would have thought that Mrs. Lu was mixing minced meat for Song Shengfu and didn't even look over here.

Looking at the older brother again, he was tidying up Xuan Ge'er's apron and talking about dining etiquette.

Sister Wei is also eating

When the family ate together, they didn't let the maids serve them, so Kang Ge'er was so... well, miserable.

Duan Jing'an still felt sorry for his nephew. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he picked up some food for him and told him to eat slowly.

Kang Ge'er was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

"Fourth Uncle, I will be your slave and serve you wholeheartedly from now on!"

Duan Jing'an: Not really.

"Eat slowly and be careful not to choke."

Duan Jingan shook his head, what a silly child.

After Kang Ge'er had finally eaten half full, he slowed down and picked up a large piece of meat for himself while answering the question his fourth uncle had just asked.

"Fourth Uncle, you don't know, I was almost tortured to death recently."

Listening to Kang Ge'er's constant complaints, Duan Jing'an realized that Kang Ge'er's courses had been changed.

Nowadays, apart from literature classes, all the rest of my time is spent on martial arts training, with no time to rest at all.

According to my mother, practicing martial arts is like taking a rest and relaxing your muscles and bones.

It sounds like it makes some sense.

"Alas, it's hard to be a hero, and it's even harder to be a hero with great martial arts skills."

Han Yang: It’s even harder to be the master of a useless little loser who wants to be a hero!!!

Duan Jing'an smiled gently, "Then you have to work harder. When you become a hero in the future, you will have to rely on Hero Duan to take care of you."

Kang Ge'er felt very satisfied, and even the hardships of the past seemed to have become meaningless.

He is the "famous" future hero Duan!

"hey-hey"

While eating, he smiled foolishly.

Xuan Geer, who was adjusting his chopsticks, saw the gloomy brother opposite him suddenly grinning.

No? I wonder if he's exhausted. He seems a little confused.

Just at this moment, someone from the doorman came rushing in.

Song Shengfu and her family looked over and saw a man with untidy steps, dirty clothes and unclear face being brought in.

Everyone was confused, and when the man saw that he had seen his master, he lost his strength and fell to the ground.

Holding a blood-written letter in his hand, he cried out loudly:

"Uncle, help me!"