"I would like to ask the officials, what kind of skills do you want to see displayed by the last general Yang Xinzhong?"

"I heard from Boyingyan that you, the elder of the Yang family, can easily draw a three-stone hard bow, and you can also shoot dozens of arrows in a row. Within a hundred steps, almost no arrows are missed. You can first draw me a three-stone hard bow.

Bar!"

"General Yang Xinzhong obeys the order." Lieutenant General Yang Xin handed the reins of the war horse held in his right hand to one of Zhang Jun's soldiers.

He took off the powerful bow on his back and said:

"Guan family, this hard bow was brought from home by the last general before he was recruited to join the army. It is a hard bow with the power of three stones."

Zhao Ji smiled and nodded.

However, he heard the voices of doubts raised by a group of Imperial City officials behind him:

"His bow looks ordinary, can it have three stones?"

"Isn't it possible that it can have the power of three stones?"

"You know, according to our military system of the Song Dynasty, if you shoot a stone with a bow and shoot five buckets, you are a first-rate archer."

"That's right! When we were selected for the Imperial Banzhi in the Imperial City Division, one of the things we did was to draw a hard bow worth one stone and five fights!"

"The one who can draw a stone and five buckets of hard bows is one of a thousand!"

"I think Yang Xinzhong's bow cannot reach the power of three stones. Who in the world can draw a three-stone bow with just two hands?"

"You are so ignorant. I heard that in the previous martial arts test in the capital, didn't Yue Fei, the champion of martial arts, draw a hard bow with the power of three stones during the martial arts test?"

"Of course, how many people in the world can be as gifted with supernatural powers as Yue Fei, the champion of martial arts?"

"..."

Zhao Ji smiled meaningfully and listened to the low-pitched discussions of the imperial city officials behind him. He was neither angry nor annoyed.

After all, in the Song Dynasty, the relationship between the emperor and his ministers was quite democratic. It was far better than that in the Yuan, Ming, and Qing Dynasties.

The ministers of the Song Dynasty had the right to speak, and they dared to discuss matters and express their opinions, and they would not be subject to imperial cudgels like the Ming Dynasty.

What's more, the arrival of the time traveler Zhao Ji further improved the level of democracy among the monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty today.

Yang Xinzhong also heard the discussions among the imperial officials, and he wanted to defend himself.

This bow is a powerful bow passed down from the family. After many tests, it really has the power of three stones!

However, Yang Xinzhong, who was quite wealthy in the city, still did not want to offend the group of imperial city officials behind Zhao Guan's family, let alone argue with those short-sighted people.

Zhao Ji saw Yang Xinzhong open his mouth slightly, then closed his mouth tightly and lowered his head.

He noticed that Yang Xinzhong was hesitant to speak, and he roughly guessed what he was thinking.

"Master Yang, don't be in a hurry to round this bow. Give it to me for inspection."

"The general will obey the decree."

Although Yang Xinzhong was puzzled, he still obeyed the order, held a strong bow in both hands, and presented it to Zhao Guan's family.

Zhao Ji took the bow and took a look.

Relying on the well-informed memory left by the original owner in his mind, he could spot Yang Xinzhong's bow at a glance;

Although it looks ordinary on the surface,

However, the materials and workmanship are excellent, and it is definitely not the ordinary hard bow issued by the imperial court to the Song Army's primary schools.

Zhao Ji asked: "Dalang of the Yang family, this is a good bow! Isn't it distributed by our Song army?"

Yang Xinzhong said fearfully: "The officials have good eyesight. This bow has been with me for ten years. This year, when I was recruited to join the army, I took it with me."

Zhao Ji nodded and said:

"There are six out of ten military weapons, and the bow is the first. Eighty-eight out of ten martial arts, the bow is the first!"

"I observe that this black-lacquered 'ribbon composite recurve bow' is made of exquisite materials and is well made."

Zhao Ji weighed the stiff bow, put it in front of him and looked at it, and said leisurely:

"This bow is made of high-quality bamboo wood, horns, and tendons. The tendons are torn into filaments and laid out layer by layer on the wooden bow arms to 'drape the tendons'; wait until the tendons are dry before continuing to drape them."

Next level, repeat this eight times."

"It has three times more 'banding' processes than an ordinary bow, so the power of this bow will be even greater!"

As soon as Zhao Ji said this, the soldiers of the Song Dynasty on the scene were extremely shocked.

They, who often handle bows and arrows, feel that they do not know as much about the bow and arrow making process as the Zhao Guan family.

Zhao Ji smiled and said: "I see that the cross-sectional shape of this bow arm is made of more valuable horn pieces, so the performance will be better; the paint is also excellent."

Zhao Ji gently plucked the bowstring.

"Bang! Buzz buzz..."

He added: "I see that the string of this bow is made of raw tendons from the backbone of the more precious old ox. The cattle are killed and the tendons are dried in the sun, immersed in water, and broken into pieces like ramie silk.

This bowstring!"

Zhang Jun and all the soldiers present were shocked again when they heard the holy words.

Yang Xinzhong looked at Zhao Guan's house with great admiration.

He exclaimed: "What the officials said is true. Since I have been stronger than ordinary people since I was a child, when I was ten years old, my grandfather spent a lot of money to hire a good bow maker to make this powerful bow specifically for me."

The corner of Zhao Ji's mouth raised. He turned his head and asked several imperial officials behind him who had just come to question Yang Xinzhong's impossibility of drawing the three-stone bow:

"Sir, wait, can you draw a hard bow of several stones?"

"If I tell the officials, I can shoot five fights with one stone."

"I can draw a bow and kill eight fights with one stone."

"I can draw a bow with two stones."

"..."

Zhao Ji smiled and nodded. He listened to the answers from the imperial city officials and found that the strongest among them could only shoot a two-stone bow.

In fact, as a traveler who understands the history of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji certainly knows that one stone in the Song Dynasty is worth one hundred and ten pounds in modern society.

Yang Xinzhong said that during the battle to attack the North City of Xijing in the Xia Dynasty, he could easily draw a straight stone bow, and he also shot seventy or eighty arrows in a row, killing more than seventy enemy soldiers. When chasing the enemy, he also

He was able to take the lead and kill more than thirty enemy deserters.

This made the imperial city officials, who were already very good at riding and shooting in the Song army, unable to believe it.

No wonder they questioned the bow used by Yang Xinzhong, which did not have the power of three stones.

Zhao Ji smiled and said to the officials of the Imperial City Division:

"Since you don't believe that the hard bow used by the Yang family's master can have the power of three stones, you might as well pull this bow and give it a try."

"If even the power of these sharpshooters, such as yourselves, cannot draw this bow like the full moon, then it proves that what Dalang of the Yang family said is true!"

"O official sage!"

"Weichen asked me to try this bow first. Weichen can draw a hard bow that kills eight tons of stone!"

Zhao Ji threw the hard bow in his hand to the Huangchengsi Primary School who volunteered.

He confidently took the bow and pulled it, and his expression immediately changed.

"Ah?!" He tried his best, but he couldn't draw the bow as long as the full moon.

He used all his strength, but in the end he could only pull the bow like a "waxing gibbous moon" (also known as an "ascending gibbous moon").

He tried this three times, but could not bend the bow like the full moon.

He dejectedly handed Yang Xinzhong's stiff bow to others around him...

At this time, the sound of hoofbeats from a group of horses approaching was heard in the military camp.

Zhongshi learned that Zhao Guan's family was personally visiting the military camp, so he personally led his team out to greet the holy driver.

After Zhongshi paid homage to Zhao Guan's family, he was very curious about how the officials in the imperial city were passing a stiff bow to each other and pulling the bow to each other, but no one could draw the bow like a full moon.

"Officials, is this a test of the strength of your subordinates?"

Zhao Ji laughed heartily. He was too lazy to explain to the cultivators. He pointed at Zhang Jun, who was standing respectfully beside him, and said:

"Boying, tell Mr. Xiaozhong what happened."

"The humble minister Zhang Jun obeys the order."

Zhang Jun immediately told his immediate boss, Zhong Shizhong, what happened...

After Zhong Shizhong heard this, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at Yang Xinzhong who was standing aside.

He asked Zhang Jun: "Bo Ying, is this son the Yang Xinzhong whom you wrote in the military merit list, who killed more than a hundred enemies with continuous shooting and beheading in the Battle of Beicheng?"

Zhang Jun immediately replied: "Exactly."

This was the first time for the planting master to see Yang Xinzhong. He looked at Yang Xinzhong's young and immature face and asked:

"How old is this boy? He was recruited into Boying's department not long ago, right?"
To be continued...