Su Hua and the other two slowly returned home. Su Zhen was really frightened this day and was reluctant to come down on Su Hua.

Feng Jing looked speechlessly at the little koala who could not live without Su Huan and said, "Girl, you didn't have a good dinner. What do you want to eat? I'll go to the kitchen to make it."

Although Su Zhen was very hungry at this moment, he didn't want to eat too much, or he could eat whatever he gave him.

He just wanted to stay in his sister's arms and didn't think about anything. After being kidnapped today, he thought about a lot of things and a lot of terrible things.

He used to think that life would not be more difficult than his father treated them at home, especially after his sister cured her illness, he felt that life was getting better and better.

He had no worries except for fear of being asked by his father to destroy the happy life of their family and continuing to be locked up by his father to eat pig food.

But now, he found that there were so many things that could make people bother.

Su Huan found that his younger brother's eyes were distant, as if he was thinking. It was not good to disturb him at this moment, so he whispered to Feng Jing, "It's so late, just let's eat fermented rice dumplings. Other cold dishes can be eaten as soon as they are hot."

Drinking a bowl of hot, sweet and sour fermented glutinous rice cakes will definitely make people feel better, and can also sweat and drive away the cold.

Su Huan hugged Su Zhen back to the main hall and shook it gently, "Zheng'er, what are you thinking?"

"I want to become stronger. I am afraid that I will encounter such a situation in the future. I can't protect myself, let alone protect my mother, my sister and sister."

"Then, what do you think is strong?"

Su Zhen frowned a little face, as worried as the little old man, "A sister is very strong and better than many men. I know that even if I practice, I can't be better than A sister, but I don't want to be a drag on her. So, I want to practice martial arts. I know that there are knights in the world, and they all have martial arts skills and can protect their families. Even after practicing martial arts, I can't protect my sister, but at least I can protect our home with her."

"Zhener is great. She is so young and I already know that she wants to protect her family. But does Zhener know that the most powerful force in the world is not force." Su Hua knew very well that even if her superpower is very strong and she had a very powerful fight, the group of powerful guys in the team, even if they are not as good as her in the fight, will be very powerful in all fields if they are not as good as her.

Although Su Hua knew the importance of force, this world is different from the end of the world. No matter how Su Zhen practiced martial arts, he would never become more powerful than her. Different worlds and ways of survival were different. Why did she let Su Zhen live in a life of swords and swords?

"Not force? What is that?"

Children are prone to interest and curiosity about something.

Su Zhen believed in his sister deeply, and he would believe whatever she said.

"Knowledge, knowledge is power."

Su Zhen's brow still did not let go, "Do you study? But the uncles in the village used to say that scholars were useless, and those scholars were not as good as farmers. If they could not pass the imperial examination, they would not even be able to farm and starve to death."

The words of those farmers are just chains of contempt among the classes. Su Wu said, "Have any scholars from our village before?"

"No."

"So those farmers said the scholars they imagined, and children who did not have the conditions to study in a good academy."

"A good academy?"

"Yes, didn't my sister tell Zhen'er about charity school, private schools, and academies before? In fact, the talents needed by the court are not just those who know how to read. The court also likes talents with comprehensive development of etiquette, music, sprinting, imperialism, and numbers."

"However, children with poor conditions can only go to ordinary places to study. The more ordinary places are to study to cope with the imperial examination and write eight-legged essays, but good alienation is for high-end talents in the court."

"You see, those imperial envoys also have to visit privately in a private manner, right?"

Su Zhen remembered that the grandfather in the village had said that there was such a thing in the play, so he nodded.

"The imperial envoy set out from the capital and went to secretly investigate all over the country. If he was in poor health, he would not have the energy to do things."

Feng Jing brought the hot dishes over, and when he heard Su Huan's words, he thought that what she said was barely OK.

As a result, the next second I heard Su Huake say proudly, "If he can't ride and shoot, how can he rush on the road? I'm hungry on the road, there are no inns or inns on the left and right, and the dry food on his body is gone. How can he go hunting, right??"

Su Zhen's eyes released a light of worship, "Sister, you know a lot."

Feng Jing, “…”

"That's right, your sister knows a lot. You can ask me what Zhen'er doesn't understand in the future."

Don’t, it’s great not to educate your children about strange knowledge. Feng Jing couldn’t help but worry, but the only thing to be thankful is that Su Hua has already started to send Su Zhen to the academy to study.

His level is not good enough, and at least he knows how to find a good school for his children. Feng Jingshan looked at Su Hua, who enjoyed his younger brother's praise.

I don’t know what Su Zhen will think about the strange knowledge that his sister told him now.

"So, in fact, the children in the academy are also good at martial arts, and they can teach swords, guns, swords and halberds." This is not a bragging by Su Hua. She found a good school for her younger brother, so she could find out clearly.

Think about it, many powerful cultural people in ancient history have actually not bad martial arts.

For example, Li Bai, in addition to his good poetry writing, he was also the second-ranked master in the Tang Dynasty!

He wrote about Xin Qiji, a Southern Song Dynasty poet who was drunk and looked at the sword with a lamp and dreamed of blowing horns and camping, and his martial arts skills were also very good.

The swordsman Lu You, a great poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, was also quite good. It is said that he had killed tigers with his own hands. The old man Lu You, who has always been considered weak, is actually as powerful as Wu Song.

Su Huan's cultural studies are not very good, but she still listened to her seniors' legends about powerful figures who have been memorizing the books to death and have excellent martial arts skills.

"Zhener, don't worry about being too weak now. You are still young, who can you beat? When I was as old as you, I couldn't beat anyone. I'm still bullied by that guy Suhang. When you grow taller, you will naturally be stronger."

"We are not a rough person who only learns martial arts and does not understand culture."

Feng Jing, who brought another bowl of fermented glutinous rice, complained in his heart how Su Huan said this with shamelessness.

"Yeah, sister is right."

Su Zhen couldn't hear Feng Jing's complaints. As a loyal fan of Ajie, everything Ajie said was right.

"Eat quickly." Only eating can block Su Huan's mouth.

Feng Jing scooped a bowl of fermented glutinous rice soup for each of them and placed it on the table.

"You eat too, and you have been running for a day today." Looking at the leftovers, it was not the dish made by Feng Jing at noon, but by Madam Ai.
Chapter completed!