I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 8 Pedagogic Tips
Song Boyu was furious when he heard this and wanted to kill the three unworthy beasts on the spot.

But he still retains a trace of rationality. These three thugs were arrested and imprisoned for several days by the local officials and released many times. They were listed as poor settlers and were beaten up in a dark alley. Even if they went to complain themselves, no one would believe them. The older kids beat them.

But if someone really kills someone here, and goes in and comes out in broad daylight, it’s really hard to explain, and it’s hard to do anything right. I’m afraid I’ll have to flee to the end of the world.

"Let these three beasts go for the time being, and we will deal with them later!"

After thinking about it in his heart, Song Boyu's voice became more gentle: "If I have a mouthful, I will have a mouthful. I will not beat and scold you, and I will not let you drink urine and shit, and I will not allow you to steal things."

Su Yingning looked dubious and whispered, "What about you? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to be your wife when I grow up?"

Song Boyu smiled awkwardly, stretched out his hand, and lost his mind: "What are you thinking about? Follow me and do the housework you can, and don't think about anything else."

Xiao Yingning covered her head and nodded, tears almost came out, she muttered softly: "Say you don't hit me, it hurts so much!"

Song Boyu said arrogantly: "This is just a brain blow. I told you not to think wildly. It doesn't count as a beating. Come on, I'll carry you on my back."

Su Yingning's left thigh had scabs just now, and Song Boyu didn't want her to move too much, otherwise it would be bad if it cracked or even suppurated again.

Su Yingning nodded slowly, climbed onto Song Boyu's back, hugged her tightly, and shed tears slowly.

Apart from her dead mother, Song Boyu was the first person willing to carry her on his back.

At the door of Du Xuexuan's house, Zhou Xiuniang was standing at the door and looking around. She had returned from washing clothes and had cleaned the courtyard, but she had not seen Song Boyu come back yet.

"It's so late, it's time to come back. Could something have happened?"

Thinking of this, she became more and more worried. She took a few steps out of the door and saw a familiar figure not far away, a little rickety.

Xiuniang ran quickly and found Song Boyu carrying a little girl with big eyes and a chicken coop on his back. She asked in a low voice: "Brother, what's going on?"

Song Boyu took off the robe and said, "It's hard to explain. You take her to our room. I'll go get a bucket of water from the well in the courtyard first. I'll clean her later and find some of your old clothes for her to change into. Specific circumstances I'll tell you slowly."

Zhou Xiuniang was a little unhappy, but she nodded obediently and took Su Yingning to the small bungalow where they lived.

At this time, Uncle Zhang also saw Song Boyu asking while he was fetching water.

Song Boyu explained the situation roughly, and finally sighed: "If such a little girl continues to follow those three rogues, her future will definitely be miserable. I want to bring her here to take care of her first, and I will slowly figure out a way in the future."

Uncle Zhang nodded, touched his beard and said: "After you practice martial arts, you have become much better at fighting. You can defeat these three scoundrels easily, which is true. However, I want to warn you on two points. First, those scoundrels are very They may retaliate against you, so be careful; secondly, keep a close eye on the little girl and discipline her well."

Song Boyu filled the bucket with water, stood up and bowed: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang, for the tip, I saved it."

Before returning to his house, Song Boyu put down the bucket of water, and together with Xiu Niang, they helped the seven or eight-year-old girl take a bath.

It was already getting late, and the three of them were all children, so there was no need to be too taboo.

While taking a bath, Song Boyu told Xiu Niang roughly the situation. Xiu Niang frowned slightly and wanted to say something but finally sighed.

After giving Ying Ning a bath and changing into clean old clothes, Xiu Niang pulled Song Boyu out of the room and whispered:

"Brother, Yingning is indeed pitiful, but our family has no food left, and you eat so much, how can you feed another mouth? If you really want to, you can only eat less!"

Song Boyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "Xiu Niang, didn't you see how many copper coins I gave you in the bag? You go and count it first. I asked Uncle Zhang to borrow some hot water. Ying Ning's thigh was injured. If you don't Clean it promptly, you may get sick.”

Xiu Niang returned to the room with some confusion and checked the robe that she had just put aside. Her eyes widened instantly.

Song Boyu had just walked to the west side of the corridor when he was stopped by Uncle Zhang: "Boyu, Mr. Scholar wants you to go to his study."

Song Boyu had no choice but to turn around and go to the study, "Okay, Uncle Zhang. Could you please give us a basin of boiling water? The little girl has a wound on her thigh, which needs to be cleaned in time."

Uncle Zhang nodded: "Okay, I'll get some plant ash and you can put it on her after cleaning."

The courtyard was not big. Song Boyu quickly walked to the study and knocked on the door three times. Du Xuexue's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Song Boyu walked in and saluted Mr. Xuexue. He had always respected Du Xuexue.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

Du Xuejiao looked serious, stood by the desk, looked at the scenery in the yard outside the window, and said in a deep voice:

"Boyu, do you remember what I said? Accounting work is a temporary solution after all. You still have to study, examine officials, and even examiners! I see that you haven't read at all during this period. This won't work. .”

Du Xuexuu had wanted to say it for a long time, but Song Boyu was likely to die soon, and it was hard for him to say anything. Now that Song Boyu had reached a perfect state of hardness and softness, he would not die soon. Du Xuexuu finally couldn't help it and said it anyway.

Song Boyu smiled awkwardly. He had indeed neglected to study during this time, no, it was because practicing martial arts was so interesting, and the feeling of becoming stronger was really intoxicating.

"Yes, sir. I have indeed neglected this aspect during this period. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Du Xuexuan nodded, handed an oilcloth package to Song Boyu, and then whispered: "I copied two books and made annotations. You can take them and don't talk nonsense to your classmates. If you don't understand something in the future, , you can come and ask me every fifth day of the month. Also, if you don’t cause trouble outside, you have a great future, so why bother to be like those rogues? When you really get admitted to be an official, it will be easy to teach them a lesson. "

Song Boyu took it slowly. He didn't expect Mr. Du to be so concerned about his studies. He was moved and ashamed, so he could only bow his hands to the ground and said, "Thank you, sir. The student is really ashamed."

"Okay, go back and read the book carefully, don't waste it anymore."

Du Xuexue shook his arm, indicating that he should go back quickly.

Song Boyu bowed again, turned around and walked back to his residence.

When Xiuniang saw him coming back, she quickly closed the door and pulled Song Boyu with her voice trembling: "Brother, you... what have you done? How come there are so many copper coins!"

Song Boyu smiled and walked to Su Yingning who was sitting obediently on the straw mat. He looked at the piece of white linen in the basin of hot water and put down the two books wrapped in oilcloth:
"Uncle Zhang is so attentive!"

He used the clean linen cloth to slowly and gently clean Su Yingning's thigh wound.

Su Yingning felt a little pained, but also moved in her heart. Ever since her mother died and wandered away, Song Boyu was the first person to treat her so tenderly.

She gritted her teeth, fearing that she would make any noise and make Song Boyu unhappy.

Song Boyu relaxed, washed the linen, turned to the anxious Xiu Niang and said, "Don't worry, the money comes from those three green skins. I call it punishing evil and promoting good!"

Xiu Niang had an impression of those three people, and she said anxiously: "Huh? They are scoundrels. You robbed them. What if we take revenge?"

(End of this chapter)