Chapter 232 Drawing
There is no doubt that Murong Ming has never eaten elephant meat.
In the entire cafeteria, no one except Su Zhizhi had ever eaten elephant meat.
Murong Ming was stunned for a moment, and then said:
"You're lying."
Su Zhizhi: "When we in Heishan Township were fighting the Mipo people, many of their elephants and horses died, and we ate a lot of elephant meat."
"You've never fought against the Mi Po people, so you don't know."
Murong Ming was so choked up that he couldn't speak.
He had never been to Lingnan, never eaten elephant meat, and never fought in a war, so of course he didn't know!
"Zhizhi, you've fought in a war!" Yuan Caiwei couldn't help but shout, her eyes full of admiration.
His father only told her that this was the daughter of his junior sister, but he never said that Zhizhi had ever fought in a war.
Su Zhizhi sat down and continued to eat, looking calm and composed, as if she had hidden her achievements and fame.
Yuan Caiwei handed Su Zhizhi her untouched Tremella Soup:
"Zhizhi, tell me quickly, what is the war like? How did you fight the Mipo people?"
Others around him also pricked up their ears:
"I want to hear it too. How did you fight?"
"Do the Mi Po people fight with weapons or bite with their teeth?"
"Is it true that they ate human flesh on the battlefield?"
Teenagers have never been to the battlefield, but they become very interested and excited when talking about war.
Su Zhizhi finished the food in the bowl and said:
"Wait a minute, I'll go get another half portion of food and tell you after I finish eating."
Someone immediately went to get half of Su Zhizhi's meal:
"Here, here, here! I've already received it. Don't worry, little apprentice sister, just eat while you talk!"
"Let me take food to my junior sister."
"Let me squeeze to the front..."
Su Zhizhi began to speak:
"Before the Mi Po people arrived, everyone in Baiyun County hid. They took away all the food and other things... Their elephants were huge, taller than the house! Their legs were thicker than a person, and they could crush anything on the ground with one kick. We used big rocks, slingshots, and set fires... Then it rained so hard that half the mountain collapsed..."
"The Mipo people don't eat human flesh raw. They cook or roast it, but they don't add any sauce. They eat it casually..."
When Su Zhizhi was speaking, everyone listened attentively, as if they were in a canyon, facing a giant elephant and a collapsed mountain.
Murong Ming was pushed aside before he had even taken two bites of his meal.
He Wenhan was also listening attentively at this time. Murong Ming was very unhappy with his cousin's behavior.
But what made Murong Ming most unhappy was that even he himself couldn't help but listen to Su Zhizhi talk about war!
Murong Ming was in a bad mood and stopped eating after taking a few bites.
The two cousins returned to their living quarters to rest at night. As soon as Murong Ming lay down, his stomach started to growl.
He was hungry at this time and wanted to ask someone to bring him some midnight snack.
But at this time, there was no personal servant on duty at the door, and no one in the kitchen made him a midnight snack.
Murong Ming asked He Wenhan:
"Cousin Han, did you bring any food?"
He Wenhan had a full meal and listened to stories in the evening, and was about to fall into a deep sleep. He mumbled something vaguely, turned over and went back to sleep.
Murong Ming pursed his lips and wanted to go to the yard to call people and make a fuss.
But as soon as he opened the door, he shivered at the cold night wind. It was pitch black outside the door, and the shadows of the trees in the corners looked like ghosts, like the evil spirits that eat children in people's mouths.
Murong Ming quickly closed the door and returned to the bed, looking very angry.
He simply threw the teacup on the bedside table to the ground:
"What a rotten place!"
The teacups were provided by the martial arts academy. Perhaps to prevent students from smashing them, the teacups were made of wood, not porcelain, to prevent them from breaking easily.
Although it didn't break, it still made a noise.
He Wenhan, who was half awake and half asleep, was startled and sat up in bed. He thought he was at home.
He was raised in luxury at home and had a bad temper. When he was woken up in the middle of the night, he was full of anger:
"It's so noisy! Can't you let me sleep? Get out of here!"
Murong Ming jumped up: "Who are you telling to get out?!"
He Wenhan fell back to sleep.
Murong Ming wanted to pull He Wenhan up and fight him, but he was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to fight.
He now recalled the abalone with bright sauce, the crystal clear and plump rice, and the thick and sweet white fungus soup in the bowl at dinner, and thought of how Yuan Caiwei and Su Zhizhi ate so happily.
He only ate a few bites at night, while Su Zhizhi ate a portion and a half of the wild boar!
Murong Ming was angry and hungry. He curled up uncomfortably in bed and didn't know when he finally fell asleep.
The next day, the students were woken up as the sun just came out.
One by one they were driven to the martial arts field to practice.
Dr. Xiong said that a day's plan begins in the morning and the morning cannot be wasted. You should get up and practice first, and then eat.
Murong Ming went to bed late and couldn't get up so early in the morning. He even got angry and didn't want to get up.
The servants did not dare to take real action because of Murong Ming's identity.
Zhou Jijiu and Lin Jiaotou personally took action, pulled Murong Ming out of the quilt, wrapped him in clothes, and threw him directly to the martial arts training ground.
Murong Ming was sleepy, hungry and tired, and his arrogance was greatly dampened.
When it was time for breakfast, he stopped laughing at others and ate his breakfast honestly.
After breakfast, Dr. Xiong gave a class to the new students.
Dr. Xiong has been teaching at a martial arts school for many years and has his own set of teaching styles. He likes to start teaching from the terrain, so that students can understand that military tactics and formations need to change according to the terrain.
Therefore, Dr. Xiong taught everyone how to read and draw topographic maps in class, and then provided information and asked students to try to draw them themselves.
When Su Zhizhi heard that she had to paint, she couldn't hold back the smile on her face.
She really came to the right place. She had always loved learning painting.
Su Zhizhi went over the terrain information given by Dr. Xiong in her mind, imagined the general outline, and then began to draw.
While the students were drawing, Dr. Xiong walked around to see how each student was doing.
Many students have received enlightenment at home and can see some brushwork of landscape painting.
It cannot be said that the drawing is bad, but on military maps, what matters is not the artistic conception but the reality.
Dr. Xiong nodded slightly, thinking that the overall result was acceptable. After all, it was his first time drawing, so it was good enough that he could get the right orientation.
When he walked over to Murong Ming and He Wenhan, his face darkened:
"What are you two drawing?"
Dr. Xiong pointed at the clumps of paste on Murong Ming and He Wenhan's paper, which looked like pigs and dogs.
The two of them had not been paying attention in class just now, so they just drew for fun, drawing a few chickens and dogs fighting each other.
Dr. Xiong said angrily, "Have you two ever learned to write or paint?"
Murong Ming, who had eaten his fill, raised his head and said, "I have learned it. It was Master Zhang who taught me in the palace."
Although he didn't study, everyone knew that the three words "Taifu Zhang" were very prestigious when mentioned.
"Since Master Zhang has taught you, I think you have some basic knowledge. Why don't you complete your studies well?"
Dr. Xiong certainly knew Master Zhang, but he had never felt so sympathetic towards him as he did now.
Thinking that these two naughty monkeys would brag about how he had given them guidance, Dr. Xiong was completely clueless.
Murong Ming: "Your teaching is boring. We are here to learn Kung Fu, not to paint or write."
"Since you two don't want to learn, just go outside and do horse stance!" Dr. Xiong drove the two out.
Murong Ming and He Wenhan did not resist this time, as they were also feeling suffocated inside.
The two men walked outside and lazily took a very unstandard horse stance.
Dr. Xiong continued to patrol the classroom and nodded when he came to Yuan Caiwei:
"Caiwei draws well."
Yuan Caiwei had read her father's military books and maps at home, so she could draw very realistically.
Su Zhizhi sat next to Yuan Caiwei.
Dr. Xiong was even more surprised when he shifted his gaze to Su Zhizhi's painting.
He saw that in Su Zhizhi's painting, the directions were controlled very accurately, and the height differences of different mountains were very obvious.
Each mountain and river has a name next to it, and some areas are marked with a large square with an enlarged picture of the area in the square.
"That's clever!" Dr. Xiong asked Su Zhizhi, "Zhizhi, how did you come up with this drawing?"
Su Zhizhi continued to draw the plains and mountains on the map. She explained her usual thinking:
"Because everything in the picture is very small, if you don't label it, you won't know who is who, and the main people or things need to be drawn bigger to stand out."
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