"How many kilograms does this thing weigh?" Zhao Yurui asked Li Pingxia.

"King Huiyi, three hundred catties." Li Pingxia's attitude was a little better than before, and he probably saw that Niu Bao could lift half of it with both hands.

Zhao Yurui silently calculated in his mind that one pound in the Song Dynasty was 600 grams, which is equivalent to 360 pounds in later generations.

Li Pingxia's transformation was like raising one hand, it was so fierce.

But when they came in, Li Pingxia was already holding it in his hand.

Zhao Yurui couldn't help but said: "Can you give it to me again?"

Li Pingxia's face was a little unhappy, and it turned out that she was a bad person in relationships.

But he looked at Wei Liaoweng and still reluctantly walked up to the stone lock, bang, and grabbed it with one hand.

Zhao Yurui saw it clearly this time. He grabbed it from above with his backhand. Then he saw him squatting slightly, then slowly stood up, and the three hundred kilogram stone lock was moved upward with his hands.

, when it moved to the chest, he paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and raised one hand upward again.

The entire stone lock was lifted above his head.

Zhao Yurui and others looked dumbfounded, because Zhao Yurui felt that he had not tried his best and his face was not very red.

I saw Li Pingxia take a few steps forward and then gently put it on the ground.

Although the whole process did not reach the level of ease, it can be seen that he has not yet exerted his full strength.

Wei Liaoweng said again: "Pingxia, go and get your bow."

Li Pingxia responded, turned around and entered the house.

Wei Liaoweng said to Zhao Yurui: "Back then, Yue Wumu was born with supernatural powers. He had a crown, a bow of three hundred kilograms, an eight-stone crossbow, and could shoot left and right. Li Pingxia was not weak either."

What does this mean?

Before Yue Fei was weak (before he was 20 years old), his bow draw weight was 379.8 kilograms. If it were replaced by later generations, it should be more than 400 kilograms.

And Yue Fei can shoot with both hands.

Wei Liaoweng said he was not weaker than Yue Fei, which was a modest statement.

When Li Pingxia came out with the three-stone bow, Wei Liaoweng asked Zhao Yurui: "Does King Yi want to see Pingxia's archery skills?"

Li Pingxia held an arrow in one hand and a bow in the other, looking at Zhao Yurui proudly.

Zhao Yurui turned around and stretched out his hand: "Give me some copper coins."

Zhou Lai took out a copper coin from his waist and handed it to Zhao Yurui.

Whoosh, Zhao Yurui threw his hands towards the front of the outer courtyard on the left.

When he threw it, it was very high. Li Pingxia didn't move, because when he shot the arrow at this time, the arrow would go over the wall.

Wait until the copper coins drop to a level lower than the wall.

Li Pingxia, who looks tall and a bit clumsy, quickly nocks an arrow and bends the bow. The whole movement is fast and urgent.

Buzz, with the sound of a string.

Phew, the arrow hit the courtyard wall.

Zhou Lai hurried over and exclaimed: "I'm hit, the copper coin is embedded in the arrow."

"It's really a magic arrow." Zhao Yurui was full of praise, while Li Pingxia looked like it was natural.

All unrecognized talents in this world are all problems of character.

Li Pingxia's character is indeed unlikable, but he was lucky enough to meet Zhao Yurui, and Zhao Yurui needs such talents around him.

But it’s not easy to recruit people like this.

Li Pingxia directly asked Zhao Yurui, King Yi, do you know how to outsource?

He doesn't want to stay in the capital and hang around. He wants to fight, go to the battlefield, and achieve military exploits. Again, there must be a place for him to train.

Zhao Yurui thought for a while and said calmly: "I am still in the capital for the time being, but I can assure you that I will definitely find a way to outsource next year."

"This-" Li Pingxia looked at Wei Liaowen hesitantly.

His name is Pingxia. It is estimated that the elders want to pacify Xixia.

Zhao Yurui didn't know about the grievances between Li Xianzhong and Xixia, but he definitely wanted to win over him first: "I know your thoughts. A man is a man of great courage and must achieve unparalleled military exploits. If I can draw, I will

, I also want to paint a famous painting that will be passed down through the ages. You are so brave, you must use it on the battlefield."

"I promise you that I will let you learn everything and use it to regain the power of our ancestors."

Li Pingxia's face turned red and she looked at him with excitement.

Wei Ziweng said quickly: "What are you still thinking about? In the entire Song Dynasty, except King Yi, who else can tolerate your bad temper?"

Li Pingxia's mouth twitched slightly. After a moment, he finally put his bow behind him and knelt on one knee: "Li Pingxia, the last general, pays homage to King Yi."

"Hahaha, get up quickly, get up quickly." Zhao Yurui stepped forward to help him up: "I have to Pingxia, I am even more powerful than a tiger."

Zhao Yurui successfully acquired Li Pingxia, a fierce general, and then walked around his house and found that the Li family was relatively large. After all, it was the emperor who rewarded Li Xianzhong. The Southern Song Dynasty had regulations on the houses of officials. Like Li Xianzhong's official house.

Taiwei, the highest-ranking military attaché, has over fifty rooms, no smaller than his Prince Wei's residence.

But the Li family has fallen into decline. In recent years, he has relied on the property accumulated by his ancestors and the support of an uncle to barely maintain his life in the capital. Because he has no work and his monthly income is only a few guan, and with a figure like his

and training, eating meat every day, and having a family to support, it’s really not enough.

Li Pingxia has a wife and two children, both of whom are young, only twelve or thirteen years old. Life must be difficult.

He first called his wife to see King Yi, and then said: "Go and call them here." He should be calling some relatives in the clan.

In ancient times, when people called their wives to meet someone, they usually did so when the relationship was very close. Seeing this, Zhao Yurui wanted to help him: "You should stay here temporarily. There are some young people in my house. After a while,

Their team has almost finished training, so I will send a few here in turn, and you will help train them. I will give you fifty guan every month, which is considered as their food expenses."

Brush, Li Pingxia's face turned red, excited and embarrassed.

In the name of helping train servants, Zhao Yurui supported him with 50 yuan a month and was very prompt to him. However, he was not good at saying nice things and could only look at Zhao Yurui gratefully.

Li Pingxia asked: "What kind of soldiers does King Yi want to train?"

"Riding and ejaculation are perfect, coming and going like the wind?"

"It will take at least five years." Li Pingxia said: "I have to ride horses every day."

"Be brave and decisive, move forward indomitably, one against ten?"

"Those are assassins or guards. One year is enough." Li Pingxia said proudly.

Zhao Yurui said calmly: "Then let's practice guarding first, then outsource it later, and then practice elite riding."

"Absolutely." Li Pingxia said solemnly.

Wei Liaoweng's face changed slightly and he couldn't help but look at Zhao Yurui. Why did King Yi want to train a dead soldier to assassinate?

After several people chatted in the yard for a while, Li Pingxia's wife brought in three men from outside.

Zhao Yurui looked up and was startled again. The men who had just come in were all tall and rough-looking. Although they were not as tall as Li Pingxia, they were about the same height as Niu Bao, about 1.8 meters tall.

Wei Liaoweng quickly introduced: "They are all descendants of the Pingxia clan. Come and pay homage to King Yi."

"Meet King Yi." The expressions of these three people were relatively excited, and they stepped forward to pay their respects.
Chapter completed!