If Lin Yajun didn't have a space, she would be very proactive in doing business and making money, and she would make and sell some candies and pastries that didn't exist in ancient times.
Before she time-traveled, she was a food enthusiast who would make various dishes and post them on social media in her spare time.
Now that she has transmigrated and has a space where she can have whatever she wants, she has little interest in doing business and making money.
At this moment, as Lin Yajun faced the expectations of her mother and younger brother, she couldn't help but think to herself, "My father has been demoted, and the family's income has decreased. I can use my space to make some things to sell. In this way, I can find an excuse to take out the silver in my space and give it to the family."
After making a decision in her heart, Lin Yajun took the opportunity to make a condition to her younger brother: "Haodi, if you can study hard, write well, and practice martial arts seriously, I will agree to your request."
In Lin Yajun's memory, Lin Songhao had always only been interested in practicing martial arts and had never shown any interest in reading or writing.
As expected, Lin Songhao immediately shook his head and pouted after hearing his sister's words, looking extremely unwilling.
He muttered, "I won't learn those things. We are a military household, and reading and writing are of no use to us. No matter how well I learn, I can't possibly pass the imperial examination and become an official."
Lin Yajun gently tapped her younger brother's chubby head with her finger and patiently said, "You're completely wrong to think that way! Reading more books and writing more will bring you many benefits! For example, when you go to the battlefield, if you understand military strategy, you can easily annihilate the enemy and achieve great military exploits by deploying your troops and winning battles; if you can anticipate various risks, you can save your own life. Tell me, isn't reading useful?"
Lin Songhao seemed somewhat tempted by his sister's words, but still hesitated.
Seeing this, Lin Yajun continued, "And another thing, if you become a general in the future and can't even write a memorial to the throne, how can that be acceptable? Tell me, is writing useful or not?"
Lin Songhao's round face was now scrunched up, and he said with a pained expression, "So it does sound like reading and writing do have some use. It's just... it's just that these things are so hard to learn!"
Seeing her younger brother's troubled expression, Lin Yajun couldn't help but scold him, "You're just too lazy! As long as you put your heart into learning, you can definitely learn anything well."
Lin Yajun had a sudden inspiration and immediately came up with a good way to motivate him.
She smiled and said to her younger brother, "Haodi, if you study and write diligently every morning, I will teach you a powerful stick technique in the afternoon."
Hearing this, Lin Songhao looked doubtful. He wondered to himself, "My sister only knows swordsmanship, how could she know staff techniques?" He asked curiously, "Sister, what kind of staff techniques do you know?"
Lin Yajun was not affected by her brother's doubts. She confidently replied, "Watch me."
As she spoke, she picked up a stick from the ground, held it in her right hand, and began to slowly turn it, first to the left and then to the right, very slowly.
Seeing this, Lin Songhao's face showed an even more disdainful expression. He felt that he could easily do the same simple action as his sister, so he casually said, "That's it? I can do that too."
Before Lin Songhao could finish speaking, Lin Yajun suddenly increased the speed at which she spun the wooden stick in her hand.
At first, everyone could clearly see that she was spinning a wooden stick in her hand, but as the speed increased, their eyes could no longer keep up with the spinning of the stick. They could only see a blurry thing rolling rapidly, accompanied by a whooshing sound.
This was actually the way Lin Yajun had been practicing the Golden Cudgel since she was a child, before she transmigrated. She skillfully used this unique staff technique, wielding the wooden stick like a whirlwind, dazzling the eyes.
"Wow, sister, you're amazing!" Lin Songhao was stunned by what he saw. He clapped his hands and jumped up excitedly with a face full of surprise.
Lin Yajun used her unique stick fighting skills to successfully and completely subdue Lin Songhao.
Zhao Canchen was completely stunned by the scene before him. His eyes were fixed on the wooden stick in Lin Yajun's hand, as if it were not an ordinary wooden stick, but a rapidly spinning windmill.
After a long while, he came to his senses, and couldn't help but clap his hands, exclaiming, "Miss Lin's skills are superb!"
A rare, radiant smile appeared on Zhao Canchen's face. His eyes, like twinkling stars in the night sky, were deep and bright, captivating all who beheld them. His teeth were neat and white, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.
Lin Daoyan, standing to the side, was also stunned. Although he was agile, he could never wield a wooden stick so skillfully.
Watching her daughter's wonderful performance, Mrs. Xu's face was filled with a satisfied smile. She smiled and said to Lin Yajun, "Ajun, when did you learn such good stick fighting skills?"
Lin Yajun put away her staff and explained with a smile, "My father taught me swordsmanship when I was little. Based on my swordsmanship, I developed this staff-dancing technique."
Upon hearing this, Madam Xu praised her daughter's intelligence highly: "Ah Jun is truly exceptionally intelligent!"
At this moment, Lin Songhao excitedly shouted, "Sister, I want to learn this staff technique!"
Lin Yajun looked at her younger brother and said with a smile, "I can teach you, but you have to promise me that you will study and write diligently."
Lin Songhao patted his chest without hesitation and assured him, "Okay, no problem!"
The thought of how powerful and imposing he would be if he learned this stick fighting technique that even the children of military households didn't know made him determined to master it.
Without saying a word, Lin Yajun began to patiently teach him on the spot: "Brother Hao, you see, first you have to hold the stick, and then use the strength of your wrist to swing it flexibly, and pay attention to controlling the rhythm."
Upon hearing this, Lin Songhao quickly did as instructed. He gripped the stick tightly and then tried to rotate his wrist.
To his embarrassment, the stick seemed to have a mind of its own and wouldn't obey him at all, falling to the ground with a "thud".
Lin Songhao was not discouraged. He picked up the stick again and continued practicing. After some effort, he was finally able to spin the stick in his hand without it falling to the ground immediately.
However, when he tried to speed up or change the direction of rotation, the stick, like a naughty child, fell to the ground with a "crack" again.
"Oh dear, this is too difficult!" Lin Songhao stamped his feet anxiously, his face full of helplessness and frustration.
Seeing this, Lin Daoyan couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He strode over, picked up the stick, and began to spin it rapidly in the air like a swordsman. The stick seemed to be under a spell in his hand, spinning rapidly yet remaining firmly in his grasp without falling.
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