The next afternoon, Gu Yuxin's iron ship returned, and dozens of tables and chairs were unloaded at the island's trading post.

Upon seeing this, Lu Wuyai was overjoyed and said to Lu Wuyai who was walking over, "Did you see that? There are still people in the county who highly value rural education..."

As they were talking, Gu Yuxin said to Lu Wuyai, "Yangzi, count these fifty tables and fifty chairs. I've checked them all, and there are no problems."

Lu Wuyai nodded: "Check it out. I can trust you."

A furniture factory salesman who came on board handed him a form and said, "You are Mr. Lu Wuyai. If there are no problems, you can sign it."

Lu Wuyai was dumbfounded: "Oh, I see. You bought it."

Lu Wuyai, twirling the pen in his hand, said, "You're right. There are indeed people who value rural education, but not the county, but the village. And even if it's the village, it's not the island lord, it's me."

Lu Wuyai brought a few young men from the village and carried the desks to the school. These individual desks were light but very sturdy, multifunctional, and the height of the desks and chairs was adjustable.

An elderly gentleman and female teacher Zhu Chunhong came to the classroom together. Looking at the brand-new building and the brand-new desks and chairs, the old gentleman couldn't help but sigh: "Hehe, our school is so good."

The old man's name is Li Zhijie. He was the first privately-run teacher in the village and is now a doctor at the village clinic.

Zhu Chunhong patted Lu Wuyai on the shoulder and said, "Muyang, you are a good boy."

Lu Wuyai smiled and said, "Oh, Teacher Zhu, this is what I should do. It takes ten years to grow a tree, but a hundred years to cultivate a person. For our village to develop, the education of our children is of paramount importance."

Li Zhisheng said to him, "This would be great, if Zhiyi had your consciousness, that guy."

With another long sigh, the old man shook his head repeatedly.

After putting the desks and chairs into the classroom and tidying them up, Li Mupeng was taken aback: "You know, it's good to be rich, but the desks and chairs this kid is using are really nice."

Lu Wuyai helped Lu Wuyai arrange things, then stood on the podium to check the order. Looking down, he saw a law book on the podium.

"What are you doing?" Li Fugui asked, completely bewildered. "What are you muttering?" "In Cantonese?"

Lu Wuyai said, "French, um, Brother Muyang, you've also studied French."

Lu Wuyai said, "I used to be a chef in the capital. You know that chefs in certain fields on the island of Fahai are very skilled. I even taught myself French from a few of them."

"Then what are you talking about?" Tang Congyang asked curiously.

Lu Wuyai casually said, "It's a very simple thing. Hello, have you eaten? How are you? That's not the point. Come on, open the window and let the smell dissipate. These new tables and chairs still have a smell..."

Before the food and fodder could be moved, the soldiers and horses went first. Once the food and fodder were deployed, the next step was to officially begin the battle.

Lu Zhizi paced around the classroom a few times with his hands behind his back, then turned around and gave Lu Wuyai a sly smile: "Student, what are you doing standing there? Go back and sit down. Do you want to be punished?"

Lu Wuyai laughed and said, "I don't want to be punished. I want to stay in the classroom and study."

"Alright, there's also after-school detention. Do you want it or not?" Lu Wuyai's smile suddenly became bright and charming.

Lu Wuyai was flattered: "Is that so?"

“What do you mean, ‘Oh’?” Lu Wuyai continued with a charming smile, pointing out, “After class, teachers Li Zhisheng and Zhu Chunhong will be in charge of keeping you after school. You can study hard with them from now on.”

Two teachers are touring the campus decorations from the outside. The project is currently less than half complete, and the school is still working diligently.

Lu Wuyai immediately shook his head: "Forget it, I'm a good student, I don't need to be detained."

Lu Wuyai said, "If you don't want to stay in the classroom, then you should pay attention. Come on, sit down with Little Earl (the dog). Let Little Earl (the dog) sit down too. I'll get into the mood for class first."

The little count (dog) who was lying on the ground enjoying the cool air was dragged onto the table. Lu Wuyai threw it over, made it sit on the chair, put its front paws on the desk, and forbade it to move.

Two days after dismantling the tables and chairs, Lu Wuyai decided to open a tutoring class and joined forces with Li Zhisheng and Zhu Chunhong to go door-to-door to collect information on children's school age and make course arrangements.

When Lu Wuyai had nothing to do, he usually went out to sea. This time, besides the trench waters, he had another place to go: the reef waters. He had to check the turbot and flower-capped crabs around the coral reefs.

In mid-July, with the school's tutoring classes about to start, he had nothing else to do, so he dutifully went into business, tidying up the vegetable garden in his yard when he had free time.

He had just returned from the sea at noon and was weeding in the field when the deer rushed over, its body steaming hot.

Lu Wuyai brought her a glass of iced juice and said, "Have some water, you've been very busy these past few days."

Lu Wuyai breathed a sigh of relief: "Everything else is fine, but there's something wrong with Ao Xiaoniu. This immature kid says he can't go to school and won't listen to anything I say. It's driving me crazy."

Lu Wuyai was taken aback: "What's wrong? How old was he when he stopped going to school?"

“That’s right, he said he wanted to go fishing with you, and that going to school isn’t good for him.” The deer’s purple teeth were practically crushed. “I won’t listen to you, you brat!”

Lu Wuyai said, "Don't be angry, you didn't tell me sooner."

Lu Wuyai glared at him angrily and said, "Why should I have told you sooner? You are the teacher, and I am the teacher. This is a teacher's job."

Lu Wuyai said, "It doesn't matter whose job it is. Whoever makes you unhappy, I'll beat them up until you beat them up, then you can do it happily."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhizi almost spat out a mouthful of orange juice and coughed, choking back tears.

Lu Wuyai patted her back to calm her down: "What's wrong? Why are you so agitated?"

“I have a guardian knight, how can I not be excited? I’ve become a little prince.” Lu Zhizi joked, then became serious again, “But this matter really is up to you. I came to you to complain, but you can’t hit him. Go talk to him. The child will listen to you.”

Lu Wuyai nodded and said, "Then what are you waiting for? Go, my knight."

“The emperor won’t send hungry soldiers, and the knights need to eat too. Let’s not rush, come on, let’s have lunch. You haven’t been eating well lately.” Lu Wuyai went to the kitchen.

He steamed the crabs and prawns, peeled and chopped them, made them into a large shallow dish, and then added some sea tofu as a garnish, making a cold dish.

He originally wanted to do something else, but Lu Wuyai shook his head: "Don't be so busy, don't be so busy. It's been too hot lately, and I really have no appetite. It's a good time to lose weight."

Lu Wuyai said, "Then I'll cut fruit and make you a salad. Losing weight isn't about subtraction. If you don't eat and work like this, you'll have to dedicate yourself to teaching in rural areas in a short time."

"Go to hell! I'll do everything in my power to keep you by my side until I die." Lu Wuyai laughed and punched him.

Earlier, Lu Wuyai had scooped some jellyfish from Gu Yuxin's house. After taking a couple of bites and finding the taste quite good, he ate the rest of the bowl of jellyfish.

Seeing this, Lu Wuyai said, "You like jellyfish. Then I'll cook you a pot of it sometime, that'll do."

Before the two of them had finished eating, Li Mupeng hurried over again: "Brother Yang, Hu Hu, it's time to eat. Teacher Lu is there too."

"What's the rush?"

"Hey, stop talking. It's important. Why don't you eat first? No, it's not like that."

"Damn it, to be honest, you've been drifting all these turns. What's going on?" Lu Wuyai was very frustrated.

"There are people from some island region blocking the door of Qiu Min's sister-in-law's house. They seem to be loan sharks..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wuyai slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "Outsiders are blocking the gate of our indigenous residents. They have some nerve. When did this happen?"

Li Mupeng wiped the sweat from his face and said, "I didn't know. Who knew something like this would happen in the middle of the day? I just happened to go buy watermelons, and then this happened. I saw they had a lot, so I notified everyone, including you..."

Lu Wuyai said, "Alright, enough with the nonsense, let's go see what's going on."

As soon as she stepped outside, Gu Yuxin ran out wearing only her shorts: "Yangzi, Teacher Zhu called me and said someone is bullying Qiu Min's sister-in-law's family..."

Lu Wuyai's house was at the west end of the village, some distance from the east end. When they arrived, Liu Xiaole's house was surrounded by many indigenous residents.

"What are you doing? Where are you?"

"Make way, let's go in and see what's going on."

“It is a shameful thing to bully other people’s orphans and widows.”

A Toyota Highlander and a Great Wall pickup truck were parked at the entrance. Several burly men with cigarettes in their mouths stood in the doorway, blocking the indigenous residents who were rushing over.

A large, bald man with a scarred face said in a sinister voice, "None of your business, Glass, get out. Everyone's welcome, young and old. You have a family and a job, so don't accidentally get blood on yourself..."

A young man nearby immediately pulled a butterfly knife from his pocket. His fingers trembled as the knife spun rapidly between them. Sunlight shone on the blade, its cold gleam blinding.

The people in the local villages outside are all honest fishermen. Indeed, just as Baldy said, they all have families, businesses, parents, and children. Who would dare to mess with these desperate bastards?

Hearing his cold words and seeing the gleaming knife, the neighbors fell silent.

And so, the sounds in the courtyard grew clearer and clearer. Just as Lu Wuyai turned around, he heard Song Qiumin shout:

"Waaaaah, big brother, cough cough, I'll kneel down for you, cough cough, don't touch my child, he's just a child, cough cough, I'll kneel down for you, hmph, it's not our family that owes the money, cough cough, it's me who owes it..."

"It's Mom. It's Mom. Get up, Mom is Mom. Get up, stop crying!" Wang Ming shouted even louder.

Gu Yuxin's face darkened, and he rushed toward the door a few steps ahead.

He was very strong, but the big guy and the young man at the door were both seasoned fighters. He had just pushed his way through the crowd when they met. Upwards.

Just as the bald man was about to kick someone, a gust of wind blew in his face, and a person rushed out from the crowd, jumped high into the air, and kicked him with incredible ferocity.

"Damn it." With a scream, the bald man was also sent flying, only to be kicked into the air. His massive body crashed into the wooden door, which was even tilted.

The fierce attack startled the other three or four youths. Lu Wuyai fell to the ground, and one of the youths tried to intervene.

As a result, just as he took a step forward, Lu Wuyai rushed over without stopping, grabbing his neck as if he were on a spring.

Everyone only saw a flash before their eyes, and Lu Wuyai, like a little count (dog), displayed a savage charging skill, grabbed the young man's neck, lifted him up forcefully, took several steps back, and finally slammed him heavily to the ground, hitting the young man even more badly. He couldn't even scream, only rolled his eyes and gasped for breath.

The expressions of the remaining two young men changed.

The bald man struggled to his feet as he closed the door, glaring and cursing, "Damn it, stab him to death. Fuck him. Fuck him."

After seeing Lu Wuyai's appearance clearly, he stopped talking abruptly, and could only subconsciously curse his mother.

At this moment, Ao Muyang saw it clearly and immediately laughed: "Damn, it's an acquaintance."

He had seen that big guy before; he was with Jin Hong when they bought the submersible in town.

Gu Yuxin recognized him too. He wiped the blood from his nose and said, "Is that the draft? It's you. You've got the wrong person. It was me who blocked your dog's door."

Lu Wuyai put his hand on his shoulder: "They're not here for us. They're taking care of these guys. I'll handle this."

Every few days, he would have someone put up a banner in front of Jin Hong's shop, warning tourists not to be fooled. Jin Hong never approached him, which made him realize that the other man was just a coward.

Lu Wuyai walked forward with a gloomy face, and the big man quickly stepped aside so that Lu Wuyai could push the door open and walk in.

There were three middle-aged men in the courtyard. One of them was sitting on a chair, with Song Qiumin kneeling in front of him and kowtowing. Another man was pressing Wang Ming to the ground, his knee pressing on Wang Ming's back, causing his back to rub and bleed.

There was another person squatting in front of Ao Xiaoniu, holding a cast iron machete in his left hand and a block of ice in his right hand, which he was sharpening like a knife.

This kind of cast iron scimitar has a high carbon content and poor toughness. Even after being sharpened, it's not very sharp. Those bastards use this knife to scare people.

But Liu Xiaole's mother and son didn't understand. All they saw was a cleaver being rubbed against the ice in front of them, making a "crackling" sound. Song Qiumin cried out in despair, "I beg you, I'll kowtow, I'll kowtow to you. Damn it, don't cut off the child's hand."

She cried and kowtowed, her head hitting the concrete floor with a thud.

The burly man remained unmoved. He sharpened his knife with ice and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, kid. My knife is kept at a low temperature. When it's low, it will seal your blood vessels after I cut off your finger, so you won't bleed much."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door opened and Lu Wuyai walked in.

Hearing the door open, the burly man in the chair turned around impatiently: "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to guard the door? Damn it, who are you?"

Seeing Lu Wuyai walk in, he frowned sullenly.

Lu Wuyai ignored him, walked over and helped Liu Xiaole up, saying, "Sister-in-law..."

The big guy twitched his lips viciously and kicked him hard.

The moment his knee moved, Lu Wuyai swiftly kicked to the side, his toes striking the shinbone.

The skull, densely covered with nerve endings, is one of the most pain-sensitive parts of the human body. Kicked with a toe, the burly man was thrown to the ground, chair and all, clutching his leg and screaming, "Walley, kill him! Ahhh!"

The big guy squatting on the ground sharpening his knife revealed a ferocious smile: "Damn, you old country bumpkins are pretty fierce."

As he spoke, he threw away the ice and stood up, knife in hand: "Paralyzed? Watch me chop you up. You're a busybody, aren't you? Let me see if you dare meddle in other people's business after losing an arm."

Lu Wuyai didn't even glance at him before helping Liu Xiaole up, saying, "Sister-in-law, it's so hot, why are you still in the yard? Go inside and rest."

Da Dao Mo Ren's face darkened. He stepped forward and swung his knife to strike.

Lu Wuyai had actually been watching him the whole time. When his shoulder twitched, he immediately turned around, twisted his waist, and rushed forward quickly.

Jin Dan kept reversing frantically, his whole body covered in moisture, which made his reaction speed and explosive power far exceed those of ordinary people.

He stepped forward, his hands gripping the burly man's right hand holding the knife with precision and force, like pincers. He then kicked the man in the abdomen, sending him flying, and simultaneously grabbed the cleaver.

Upon seeing this, the villagers flocked to the scene like a tide.

Chaos erupted in the courtyard. Lu Wuyai, wielding a knife, slashed at the wall beside him, shouting, "Stand on your horse and keep quiet. What happened?"

He slashed a few times with the knife, then pulled it back, and suddenly noticed a crack on the blade.

Seeing this, an idea struck him. He quickly changed his grip, holding the hilt with one hand and the blade with the other. At the same time, all the power within him erupted, producing a crisp 'crack' sound as the cleaver in his hand snapped in two.

The back of the cast iron cleaver was one centimeter thick, making it look like a murder weapon, but Lu Wuyai snapped it in two with lightning speed, leaving everyone stunned.

Some of the indigenous residents couldn't believe it, so they raised the back of their hands and rubbed their eyes on the spot. They thought they were hallucinating.

Some people even exclaimed, "Damn, this is fake!"

"Right, how could that be? Yoko broke the scimitar."

"Hey, yeah, Brother Yang went to the capital to learn cooking or martial arts. He's a martial arts master on horseback."

Lu Wuyai's expressionless face made him seem even more unfathomable.

No one knew that this machete was made of cast iron, which has a high carbon content, making it brittle and lacking in toughness. In hot weather, the blade gets very hot, further reducing its toughness.

Finally, Lu Wuyai casually slashed at the brick wall, and the impact cracked the blade. He only noticed this and decided to break up.