Seven or eight sons of the Song family stood in a row, all looking at Wang Yuan angrily.
In Guizhou City, they were the proud ones of heaven, but they were beaten all over their heads by a barbarian many times.
However, the Song family in Beiya and Clan School had a laissez-faire attitude towards children fighting. As long as they did not use weapons and did not kill or maim them, these children could do whatever they wanted - of course, there was one more thing, Principal Song was not allowed to be disturbed while he was reading.
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There is no way to complain to their parents. Their parents are not here and are living happily in their respective jurisdictions.
Wang Yuan smiled and walked down the steps, gearing up and asked: "How are you going to fight today?"
Song Kui subconsciously took two steps back and said loudly: "Try the bow and arrow competition!"
Wang Yuan immediately shook his head: "Song clan rules state that weapons cannot be used here."
"Go out and compete!" Song Kui pointed towards the back mountain.
Wang Yuan smiled and said: "Okay."
Seeing that Wang Yuan had fallen into the trap, Song Kui smiled and added: "I will let my entourage compete with you."
Song Ling'er was just watching the excitement and did not take any side. After hearing this, she said with disdain: "Song Kui, you are a coward, and you actually want to ask the warriors of the clan for help."
Song Kui ignored Song Ling'er's sarcasm at all, stared at Wang Yuan and said, "Do you dare to compete?"
"I dare you," Wang Yuan curled his lips, "but you guys are really annoying. It's endless. Even if I win the arrow contest today, I will have to do it again tomorrow. When can I be allowed to study quietly?"
Song Kui was confident at this moment and said: "I can swear that after today's bow and arrow competition, I will never trouble you again. If you lose, you will kneel down and kowtow to us."
"Did you lose?" Wang Yuan asked.
Song Kui patted his chest and said, "If we lose, we will never trouble you again."
Wang Yuan shook his head and said: "Not enough."
"What do you want?" Song Kui asked.
Wang Yuan stated his conditions: "If I win, first, you can no longer cause trouble for me; second, you are not allowed to bully my companions; third, you all call me brother!"
"Okay," Song Kui agreed immediately, "but if you lose, you have to call me master and be my slave from now on!"
"It's a deal!" Wang Yuan was also very happy.
The place where they are studying now is the ruins of the Beiya Village Academy in Wudang District, Guiyang City. It is surrounded by hills covered with bamboo, especially the highest mountain in the east, which is called Phoenix Mountain.
The place for archery competition is at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain.
Song Kui was just a bully. He arranged for eight young men to compete with Wang Yuan in archery. They were all the best archers among their followers. Wang Yuan would only win the competition if he defeated everyone, otherwise he would lose.
Song Kui threw a bow to Wang Yuan and said sarcastically: "Young man, you have never used such a good bow, have you?"
Wang Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to him and began to become familiar with bows and arrows.
This is a seven-dou standard walking bow, a must-have item for martial arts examinations.
Song Kui pointed to the nine haystacks set up in front of him, which were actually nine scarecrows, and said: "Three beans for the head and throat, two beans for the torso, and one bean for the limbs. Each person will receive a bean."
Ten arrows, whoever has more beans wins."
"I'll be the judge!"
Song Ling'er took the initiative to ask for the job and her attitude was very positive.
Wang Yuan played with the bow and arrow and asked, "I'm not familiar with this kind of bow. Can I shoot a few arrows to practice?"
"Whatever you want," Song Kui was extremely generous at this moment and said with a smile, "These are seven bows. If you can draw them, you are considered powerful."
Song Kui had already found out clearly that Wang Yuan would not turn eleven until half a month later.
Even if an eleven-year-old child is quite tall, how strong can he be? Not to mention seven buckets of walking bows, even three buckets of horse bows are difficult to draw.
Seven buckets equals 0.7 stone, Ming Dynasty weighs 126 kilograms, about 53 kilograms, and seven buckets of bow equals 116 pounds of bow. (Note: Various statistics vary greatly. This book quotes "Research on Grain Yield per Mu in Chinese Dynasties". One stone in the Ming Dynasty is about 76.75 pounds.
kilogram.)
Don't look at any literary and artistic works, you can easily "shoot a five-stone bow".
In fact, the Seven Dou Bow was already the highest-level standard foot bow in the Ming Dynasty martial arts examination. Opening a stone bow was an additional question - those who can draw the Seven Dou Bow are considered to be of superior strength, those who can draw the Five Dou Bow are of medium strength, and those who can draw the Five Dou Bow are considered to be of medium strength.
Those who hold three bows are the ones with the lowest strength.
Song Kui was so full of bad ideas that he never thought about competing with Wang Yuan in archery.
Song Ling'er suddenly came back to her senses. Out of the referee's professional ethics, she protested: "This competition is unfair. It should be replaced by three bows. Otherwise, it will become a competition of strength. How can it be a competition of arrows?"
Song Kui laughed proudly: "Haha, he fell into the trap himself, and he can't regret it now."
"What's the point of this kind of competition? To compare strength, you can just lift the stone lock." Song Ling'er was very unhappy. She wasn't facing Wang Yuan, she was just disappointed because there was no good show. Today's trip was in vain.
Wang Yuan didn't care, saying that the time traveler had a golden finger. His golden finger might be due to his physical fitness.
I have been malnourished since I was a child and saved all the oil and salt in my house. Yet I can actually be born with supernatural powers. This is completely unscientific!
Wang Yuan usually only used earthen bows of about three buckets. He had never used a seven bucket bow. He immediately tried to pull the bow string and found that it was enough to pull it half full. It became difficult to continue.
I tried shooting an arrow and it missed the target.
"Hahahaha!" The children of the Song family burst out laughing.
Song Ling'er smacked her lips and thought: This barbarian is so strong. He can actually draw seven bows. I only used one bow.
Wang Yuan immediately made adjustments and fired the arrow when it was less than half full. Unfortunately, the target was too far away and the force was obviously not strong enough. He wanted to shoot his head but it fell to the ground.
"Have you tried enough?" Song Kui asked with a smile.
"No."
Wang Yuan had no expression on his face and drew the bow to seventy percent full. After taking careful aim, his wrist was trembling, and he shot another arrow, piercing the scarecrow's leg.
Fortunately, the East mainly uses compound bows, and the bow body is relatively short, so even children can make do with it.
If it were replaced by a European single-body bow, there would be no need to compare today. Wang Yuan's arm length still does not meet the requirements for shooting a bow.
Taking out a piece of cloth and wrapping it around his thumb, Wang Yuan said, "Okay, let's get started."
Song Linger raised her riding whip high.
"Snapped!"
The whip hit the ground with a crisp sound, and nine arrows were shot out at the same time.
In the first round, four people were shot in the head, and the remaining five were shot in the torso.
In the second round, two people missed the target, and the remaining seven were shot in the torso.
In the third round, three people missed the target and the remaining six were shot in the torso.
In the fourth round, six people actually missed the target... Even if they put down their bows and arrows, their arms couldn't stop shaking.
Just kidding, this is a powerful seven-bow bow used by a powerful person. It is enough for the personal bodyguards of the chieftain of the Song family to come, but the followers of the Song family's children are not that strong.
Including Wang Yuan, a group of people fought against the five scum, and the next step was to lose.
Wang Yuan's arms were also shaking, but he never missed the target once, nor did he hit the head - the whole process was perfect.
Wang Yuan knew his limit from two previous test shots. Even though he was born with supernatural power, due to physical development, he could only deadlift to seven points.
If you are not strong enough, you can use your brain to play.
Draw only six points each time, maintain control of the bow and arrow, point at the scarecrow's head and shoot, and when it falls, it hits the stomach.
Those followers of the Song family were more reckless. They all wanted to show off in front of their masters. They had to draw the bow as full as possible before shooting the first arrow. Secondly, they also tried to draw the third arrow as full as possible, and it was a deadlift. Not only did it violate the archery skills, but it also violated the archery skills.
It also consumes a lot of energy and can easily strain your tendons.
By the time they reacted, it was too late. Their muscles were throbbing and their hands were shaking like a Parkinson's patient.
In the fifth round, eight people missed the target, and only Wang Yuan was left with a bad score.
Steady as a dog!
"Snapped!"
Song Ling'er whipped her whip and shouted: "I declare that Wang Yuan wins!"
"Winning over what? The competition is not over yet!" Song Kui's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Then let’s continue the comparison.
For a moment, arrows were flying all over the sky, and they all landed randomly, and his hands were shaking like sifting beans.
Song Kui bullied Wang Yuan because of his weak strength and set the target too far, and now it was trapping him.
The eight Song family followers were convinced that they had lost. Although Wang Yuan managed to get a bad score, not everyone could get a bad score. That required precise control of strength and distance. If you were not careful, you would miss the target. Anyway, they didn't.
Such a talent - if he had that talent, he would have been called by the chieftain to serve as a guard.
Song Ling'er pointed at Song Kui and said, "I'm willing to admit defeat!"
"I won't cause trouble for him in the future." Song Kui said and turned around to leave.
Song Ling'er shouted: "You can also call me brother!"
Song Kui walked faster and pretended not to hear.
Song Ling'er rushed over and stopped: "Don't leave!"
Song Kui said angrily: "Little sister-in-law, how can you speak for outsiders?"
Song Ling'er put her hands on her hips: "I won't help anyone. But I am the judge. Everything must be done according to the rules. You can't go back on your word!"
Song Ling'er is the only daughter of the patriarch Song Ran. Song Kui's father is still hoping for the throne and cannot offend this aunt.
Although the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Song Kui still walked up to Wang Yuan and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Brother."
"And you." Song Ling'er pointed at the others.
The remaining seven sons of the Song family had no choice but to come over. Reluctantly, each of them called "brother" before leaving.
Song Ling'er was quite proud and asked Wang Yuan with a smile: "How am I doing as a judge?"
Wang Yuan sincerely praised: "Impartial and impartial, and enforce the law impartially."
"Haha, you know so many Han idioms," Song Ling'er became even more happy and added, "You are so strong that you can actually draw seven bows. My father's guards are all warriors, and only one of them can draw them.
As for the Seven Dou Bow. It's not like you do a hard pull, but you can shoot the Seven Dou Bow casually. When you grow up, you will definitely be like that warrior, firing the Seven Dou Bow just like eating."
Wang Yuan asked: "How many people in Guizhou City can shoot seven bows?"
"I don't know," Song Ling'er chirped, "but in the Guizhou Guards, there was a great warrior who could shoot a two-stone bow. He passed the martial arts examination and went to work as a general elsewhere."
Damn it, it’s a two-stone bow, a 338-pound bow...it’s simply not human!
As for those fierce men who wielded five-stone bows in history, even if the difference in weights and measures is put aside, it is difficult for Wang Yuan to imagine.