Chapter 94: Remembering Lao Deng
Luo Jiu and Feng Qi picked out fifty good horses at the market, and also bought various long and short weapons such as knives, sticks, swords, etc.
He also bought two cars, two trucks, and an old agricultural tiller.
The four of them sat together and discussed the next schedule.
Luo Jiu plans to transform these forty-one children into the world's first special forces unit, named the Thorn Assassination Team.
When war breaks out, they will become a sharp steel knife, piercing straight into the enemy's heart.
However, it is not easy to take the enemy's head in the midst of thousands of troops. It also comes with great risks and you may lose your life if you are not careful.
Therefore, the first hard requirement for this special forces unit is to have super strong physique and agility.
As a martial arts coach, Feng Qi is responsible for at least six hours of martial arts training every day.
Luo Jiu integrated the historical materials at hand and wrote the world's first agent theory course according to multiple tasks such as tracking, reconnaissance, wiretapping, intelligence gathering, disguise, arrest, assassination, etc. He taught two classes a day in person.
Cheng Yaoyao specialized in cryptography, learning sign language and Morse code, and then taught what she learned to the children.
Zhong Jialing is responsible for multilingual teaching. She is not only proficient in English, but has also taken interest classes in German, French, Japanese and Korean. Although she was not serious about studying at that time, she still had a certain foundation.
She got language learning materials from Luo Jiu and picked up these languages again.
In the future, they will travel around the world, and mastering the enemy's language will not only help them collect information, but also make it easier to infiltrate the enemy.
In addition, Zhong Jialing is also responsible for teaching children driving techniques.
Riding horses, driving cars, rowing boats, and maybe even learning to fly a plane in the future.
The children soon received a curriculum, which found that in addition to agent skills training, life skills were also essential.
The Creek Farm soon had various functional teams including a cooking team, a farming team, a breeding team, and a planting team. Everyone took turns cooking, turning the soil, and feeding the horses, putting all kinds of book knowledge into practice in their daily lives.
As a noble lady with nothing to do, Charlotte would come here almost every one or two days to take martial arts lessons with the children.
Luo Jiu was worried at first that the children had no basic training and Charlotte might find it too boring to start with horse stance.
But Feng Qi said: "Don't worry, her foundation is quite weak, and I don't know how her previous master taught her.
Anyway, I think she has only learned some feudal dregs, and her punches are weak. After a month of practice, the children will definitely be more powerful than her. "
Luo Jiu smiled and shook his head. After all, Charlotte was the eldest daughter of an earl. Learning martial arts was just a hobby for her, and he didn't have any requirements for her.
In comparison, children are more able to endure hardships because they know why they are learning these things.
So even in winter, everyone can sweat during exercise.
The coat was thrown aside, and two or three people were fighting each other in groups.
Feng Qi held a cane in her hand, and if anyone dared to be lazy, she would hit them with the cane. The three people standing by and watching were too scared to speak.
Since the training began, Luo Jiu asked the children to change the way they address him and call him Master.
Feng Qi is the eldest master, Luo Jiu is the second master, Cheng Yaoyao is the third master, and Zhong Jialing is the young master.
Among the several masters, the eldest master is the strictest.
In the evening, the three men called the children together with medicinal wine and applied medicine to everyone.
Cheng Yaoyao rubbed the bruises on Zhu Jiumei's arm with medicinal wine. Zhu Jiumei grimaced in pain. Cheng Yaoyao couldn't help but feel distressed and asked with red eyes: "Does it hurt?"
Zhu Jiumei smiled with a pale face, "It doesn't hurt."
Cheng Yaoyao suddenly felt sad, "Do you hate your master?"
Zhu Jiumei said hurriedly, "How could that be? We know that Master is strict with us because it is for our own good."
"Yes," everyone agreed, "The master is worried that we won't learn the skills well enough and will die if we go out. We are not two or three-year-old children. If we don't understand this principle, we will be sorry for the good intentions of the masters."
Meng Hu rushed to say: "Learning martial arts means getting hurt. Some people in our village were sent to the martial arts team and were even beaten to death.
Not only were they beaten and scolded, but they also had poor food, housing and clothing.
But we lived in the same good houses as the masters, had meat to eat every day, and were given the warmest clothes to wear.
You rescued us from the labor camp, took us on the run, and never thought we were a burden, so why would we be afraid of suffering?"
"That's right," they said with a smile, "If you are not afraid of death, who would be afraid of suffering? If you are afraid of suffering, don't join the National Salvation Army. Be a pig and just be responsible for eating and being killed."
A burst of laughter broke out in the room. The three of them looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. They were really worried that the children would not be able to figure this out.
After all, none of the three of them had ever experienced such hardship.
As we were talking, grandma came in with a big bowl of fried chicken, "Come on, come on, have some midnight snack. It's the time when you grow up, so eat more. There are two more bowls in the kitchen, bring them over and let's eat together."
The children went to serve the fried chicken, while Luo Jiu went to call Feng Qi.
She knocked on the door and said, "Sister Qi, it's time for fried chicken."
Feng Qi covered himself with a quilt, turned his back to the door, and replied in a muffled voice: "I don't want to eat anymore."
Luo Jiu pushed the door open with a smile, "Oh, it's rare to hear these four words coming out of your mouth. We were talking in the room just now, did you hear it?"
Feng Qi said, "Hmm," "How do you know?"
"You are such a big shadow, I saw you from the window."
Feng Qi sniffed and sat up. Luo Jiu saw that her eyes were red, obviously she had been crying.
Luo Jiu asked hurriedly: "Are you thinking about the hardships you experienced in the martial arts school?"
Feng Qi shook his head and said, "It was actually okay back then. I was very competitive and wanted to be better than others, so I practiced very hard every day.
Occasionally, I would be lazy and climb over the wall to go online, and the coach would chase me and beat me with a wooden stick, which was broken.
They also punished me by making me put ten bricks on my feet and do the sky kick for eight hours.
I cried because the children didn't blame me, but I was not as sensible as them at that time.
I cursed Lao Deng behind his back for days and even let the air out of his tires. How could I be so stupid? Am I a bad person?
Luo Jiu smiled and sighed, hugged her gently, "You are not a bad person, you are just growing up.
It is easy to make mistakes while growing up. People are people, not machines. It is impossible to do only the right things all your life.
When you realize you've made a mistake, you're making progress.
The Buddhists say that if one puts down the butcher knife, one can become a Buddha instantly. It is good enough if one can correct his mistakes. "
Feng Qi nodded, and Luo Jiu said, "Do you want to eat fried chicken now?"
Feng Qi hurriedly got down to the ground and put on his shoes, "Let's go quickly, it will be too late if you are late. Everything will be gone."
"There are several pots, we can't finish them all."
"Fortunately, Fubao can't eat yet, otherwise, with her appetite, she would have eaten more than a dozen chicken legs."
As they walked and talked, Feng Qi suddenly remembered, "Actually, there's one thing I haven't said yet."
"What's up?"
"After I deflated his tire, he didn't notice and fell down as he started riding..." Feng Qi added awkwardly, "I was secretly watching from the corner and laughed until my stomach hurt."
Luo Jiu took a deep breath and said, "It's okay. The coach should be dead now. If you feel bad about it, go to the intersection and draw a circle and burn some paper for him."
"Um."
The two walked for a while, and Feng Qi asked again: "But I forgot his name, how do I write it on the paper? How do I say it?"
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