Tie Dongming frowned unhappily. "Those money-grubbers in the Ministry of Revenue, are they crazy because of poverty?" They turned a serious competition into a monkey show.

The monkeys that were fooled were the reserve forces of their generals, but the rewards they got from fooling around with the monkeys never reached them.

Military salaries have never been paid in full and on time, which makes me angry just thinking about it.

Instead of investigating thoroughly those corrupt officials who are just sitting there doing nothing, they are just doing useless things.

Confiscating the house of a corrupt official is definitely enough to fill the national treasury. These civil servants are the best at making money.

From the Minister of Revenue to the Vice Minister of Revenue, they are indeed good at budgeting.

But to say that they dare to make money blatantly is like an old man hanging himself because he thinks his life is too long.

General Tie is prejudiced against their Ministry of Revenue. If you have the guts, go and argue with the Ministry of War!

On the other side, Han Zeyu brought snacks to the little boy. The popcorn he had was the one with sugar added, and it was especially delicious.

The melon seeds and peanuts were bought on the street, so there’s nothing much to say about them.

But the origin of this air-dried pork jerky is not ordinary. It comes from the big green fat pigs raised on his farm.

Besides, the taste is a perfect sweet and salty perpetual motion machine, so delicious that you can’t stop eating it.

The young boy was very impressed. The meat jerky was indeed delicious and the young man was really good at talking.

The food in his restaurant is always unique, and the fruit wood crispy roast duck is particularly special.

I ate it once that year, and every time I think of it, I can always remember its unique taste.

He had never seen Han Zeyu, but he had seen Tiezhu. In more than three years, this guy's face had not changed much, except that he was a little taller.

He just heard the conversation between the two of them. It was really rare for the master and servant to get along so well.

When Tiezhu felt tired, he gulped down some water and grabbed a handful of popcorn to replenish his energy.

Han Zeyu despised him for being a bullshit person. If he had known earlier, he would have brought him some big steamed buns.

The preliminary round in the morning is over, and the competition in the afternoon is even more exciting.

The audience all left and came back after lunch.

The master and servant were not very hungry and were not in a hurry to eat lunch, so they walked slowly behind the crowd.

Tiezhu discussed the recent battle with Han Zeyu and thought that he could also take the fight.

Han Zeyu poured a bucket of cold water on him: "Go home and practice calligraphy. The martial arts examination doesn't want illiterate people."

Tiezhu was not convinced and was about to refute when he was interrupted by someone.

That person was none other than Lord Zhou, who was in charge of maintaining order.

In fact, Zhou Yi didn’t have much to ask. He just saw Han Zeyu, and that sense of familiarity surged into his heart again.

I must have seen him somewhere, and this person must be very important, otherwise he would not have been thinking about him all the time.

Tie Dongming took a look at Han Zeyu. He had no internal strength and was not a martial artist. Based on these two points alone, he would not pay too much attention to this person.

But he was quite interested in the black boy next to him. What an arrogant kid! He even said he would come after you. He was really talking nonsense.

"Are you better than the martial arts examinees out there?"

Tiezhu recalled what his master had just said and said modestly, "They are still more powerful. After all, their handwriting is beautiful."

Tie Dongming and Zhou Yi were both choked. The martial arts exam was better than handwriting? Who was this insult?

When Tie Shaochen saw his father coming to the examination room, he thought he was there to watch the competition. Does that mean he is not angry with him anymore?

He approached cautiously and heard Tiezhu's arrogant words. Immediately, the boy's sense of justice was aroused and he insisted on fighting with Tiezhu.

Tiezhu's walnuts are not eaten for free. You want to hit me just because you want to? Who do you think you are?

Seeing that the other party refused to fight, Tie Shaochen used provocation to force Tie Zhu to fight.

Han Zeyu had seen this kid last year. He looked like a noble young master.

"He won't fight because he doesn't know martial arts."

Tie Shaochen laughed out loud when he heard this: "You don't know martial arts and yet you dare to speak so arrogantly? What a joke!"

Han Zeyu said seriously, "It's not a joke. He doesn't know martial arts, so he didn't use any caution. He was afraid of hurting you. You have a match this afternoon, and you don't want to go into battle injured, do you?"

These words are quite arrogant, especially since they come from the mouth of a clean-skinned young man, which makes it even more ridiculous.

Everyone present burst into laughter. Whose kid is this? Does he know what he is talking about?

Han Zeyu smiled calmly, Tie Zhu smiled eagerly, the black-faced general smiled playfully, and Tie Shaochen smiled dismissively...

Everyone was laughing, except Zhou Yi. He also wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

This person not only felt familiar to him, his figure was familiar, but now even his voice was familiar to him.

Could it be that the person who wanted to bury him alive a second time was actually a weak little boy?

If that's true, then he's not weak at all! He's the reincarnation of the King of Hell, the ghost that's asking for death!

"You're an official, and we're civilians. Can you guarantee you won't turn against us if you lose? And as for your supporters, can you restrain them from pursuing the matter?"

What kind of talk is that? It sounds like he's bound to lose.

Just agree to it, it’s no big deal.

Tie Dongming looked at his stupid son with a speechless look, "You've been outmaneuvered and you don't even realize it."

I really didn't realize that this guy is so cunning.

Zhou Yi was so sad that he wanted to cry but had no tears. The rhetoric and routine were so similar.

After getting approval, Tiezhu accepted the challenge.

While doing warm-up exercises, he asked his master for advice: "Where can't I hit? How far can I hit?"

Han Zeyu thought for a moment: "Don't hit him in the face or use dirty tricks, just teach him a lesson, don't affect his exams."

Tiezhu said "Oh" and was obviously unhappy. He finally found a sucker who was ready to be beaten, but he still couldn't enjoy it to his heart's content.

Tie Shaochen suppressed his anger and was determined to teach this ignorant fool a lesson.

"Don't worry! I'll be careful with my actions. If you get hurt, I'll pay for your medical expenses."

Tiezhu was wearing cloth and didn't look rich, so he was looked down upon.

Han Zeyu still had a smile on his face, but he was already thinking about what type of sack he should use to teach that brat a lesson.

You're rich and powerful, and you're the son of an official. So what's so great about you? Don't you know I hate the rich?

Over there, Su Shien finished the literary gathering and rushed back without even having a meal.

Just now, when he heard several candidates talking about the martial arts examination, he suddenly had an epiphany and finally understood all the abnormalities of Yu Ge'er.

I hurried to the martial arts competition venue and found that the fight had already started.

Who else could it be but his brother Yu, sitting in the first row and acting as an off-field coach?

Who else could that big, stupid guy who was walking around the field for fun be but Tiezhu?

Su Shien asked the heavens speechlessly: Is it because he came too late, or is it useless even if he came early?