Looking at the students in New Oriental College, TM should also learn English and Japanese while learning the knowledge of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Zilong silently blessed these students in his heart for three minutes.

This scene reminded him of his modern learning scenes in the 21st century. He was so forgot about things and couldn't bear to look back on it!

"Students, it's time for physical education classes now, please come to the playground."

Just as Zhu Zilong was about to leave quietly, the third class was over. In the fourth class, a general in the Zhu family in armor came in and said something about physical education class.

Zhu Zilong then remembered that he had spoken some modern terms at the time, and probably that was how he came about.

He was very curious about how Daming's own academy would take physical education classes?

After all, he did not arrange the content of modern sports classes, and no one knew about it.

I saw that the next minute, these school children aged between 11 and 12, immediately came to the playground with a lurching energy when they heard the physical education class.

On the playground, the eight veteran guards of the Zhu family army were lined up in a row, leaving the cold wind to sway, and everyone stood up with their guns.

The students who came to the playground lined up quickly and stood on the side.

"Preparation" shouted Teacher Guan.

With a "wow!", eight veterans from the Zhu family army raised their guns together, raised their hands sideways, and made an attacking posture.

A drummer next to him suddenly beat the husband drum in his hand.

"Kill!" The eight soldiers shouted.

They rushed out together, and amid the sound of drums, they rushed into front of their own human-shaped wooden handles twenty steps away.

A spear stabbed out in his hand, and the sound of "Puchi, pupchi!" began to sound one after another. Each stabbed the wooden handle or the eyes, the throat, or the heart and mouth!

The students queuing up were surprised, and many of them were speechless, which shocked the soldiers' murderous aura and skills.

That kind of momentum of moving forward makes people frightened!

Soon, the general shouted to the students: "For three consecutive months, in physical education class, I will only teach you this trick. Now I will line up and imitate it."

In the distant corner, several Jinyi Guards were guarding Zhu Zilong and accompanied him to observe.

Seeing that the students who were about ten years old could learn the guns of the soldiers just now, Zhu Zilong nodded repeatedly when he saw them.

As expected, as I thought, it was direct military education.

Moreover, after listening to the report from the Jinyiwei, I have only taught this trick every time in the past three months.

With one stab and one move, practice ten thousand times, and after one hundred thousand times, you will have sharp gun skills!

However, the next second, Zhu Zilong asked the Jinyiwei staff next to him: "Just teach a move? How to defend when the bandits and swords and guns come?"

But the Jinyiwei knelt down to Zhu Zilong and replied: "Sir, Lord Wang said that we should cultivate a spirit of death warriors that students have had since childhood. The Zhu family army has never said that one should defend and shot out, either the enemy would die, or I would die. No matter how the bandits came to kill, I just need to stab it. If it stabs faster than them, I would live, and vice versa!"

prick!

Hearing this, Zhu Zilong took a breath in his heart.

After staying for a while, Zhu Zilong asked back: "It's just that, there will inevitably be casualties. You must know that it is not easy to train elite soldiers, and they are also elite soldiers who can read."

But I heard footsteps coming from behind, but it was a vast ocean coming.

Wang Yang knelt down to Zhu Zilong and replied: "Sir, when fighting, people always die. Those who are not afraid of death can always laugh to the end!"

When Zhu Zilong heard this, he subconsciously shivered.

Yes, in the hearts of Ming officials, the lives of the people are not important. As long as you can win, any casualties are acceptable!

As a modern person, of course he is somewhat different from what the officials here think.

However, Zhu Zilong also knew how to keep pace with the times and follow the customs of the countryside.

He thought silently that the courage to die when he went to the battlefield was indeed important. Only for casualties, these students could learn the art of gunpowder gun after learning the art of gunpowder, so that the number of casualties could be reduced.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zilong did not look at it anymore, but just explained it before leaving.

"After practicing the acupuncture technique, teach them the art of firearms. The future will be the era of firearms!"

"Yes, sir." Wang Yang lowered his head and replied.

After leaving New Oriental College, Zhu Zilong inspected the military camp again and turned around and came to the contact area outside the village.

Because recently, many refugees and refugees want to join Zhujiazhuang, but the real-name acquaintance system has been implemented in the village. Unless it is guaranteed by merchants and acquaintances, ordinary people cannot come in casually.

However, these people can choose after a while when they are outside, and each time they choose a part to enter the Neizhuang.

Of course, there is also a way out outside the village. Zhu Zilong arranged for them to open up land outside the village and would give them food every day.

Zhu Zilong looked at the roster and frowned at the crowd. Tens of thousands of people were outside the village.

Among them, 40% were Liao people from all over the country, that is, refugees who ran across the sea after Mao Wenlong died on the island of Pi, Korea.

The workshop and the Tunbao can only absorb less than 10,000 yuan, and the two new factories are still unpredictable, so for the time being, they can only observe and observe, and then let them open up the land first.

"It seems necessary, let's divide half of it first and let them build the road." Zhu Zilong did not wear the marquis' uniform, but instead wore casual clothes, and observed here with a few Jinyiwei who also wore casual clothes.

When I looked around, I suddenly heard beatings and scolding sounds at the edge of the refugee camp.

Zhu Zilong took the people over and saw a man upside down on the ground. A middle-aged man in luxury was standing in front of the man, and was beating the people on the ground with a few servants.

The man on the ground was beaten to a ball, protecting his face and abdomen. The refugees around him were frightened by their fierce flames and watched them commit crimes in fear.

Zhu Zilong gave a wink to a Jinyiwei brother who was wearing casual clothes. The latter immediately went up and pushed away a household servant who was beating people, and the servant was pushed and staggered.

When I looked back, I saw that it was a tall man. I guess he was not the opponent, but I was angry again. I grabbed a shoulder pole on the ground and hit it.

Haha, if ordinary servants have some strength, how can they be the opponent of the Jinyiwei who practices martial arts?

The next second, there was only a crack sound, and the servant's eyes were blurred, and only half of the shoulder pole was left. He looked blankly and saw that the man opposite was holding a sharp waist knife, which was already on his neck.

"Oh my god, I've killed someone." The servant shouted, frightened to his weakness.

Immediately, I have to look at the owner when I beat the dog. The luxuriously dressed man shouted loudly to Zhu Zilong, "What are you doing? How dare you, the casual military households dare to kill people?"

Zhu Zilong was unmoved and asked someone to help the beheaded refugee up. Suomei asked the man in a gorgeous costume: "Why did you beat him?"

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Chapter completed!