Wang Yuan came to the Mu Mansion Garden and saw a boy standing quietly holding a bow, empty string and aiming at a target in the distance.
There was a pavilion a few steps behind Zongzi. Mu Kun was sitting in the pavilion, pouring himself a drink. He waved to Wang Yuan and said, "Come and sit."
Wang Yuan came to the pavilion, bowed his hands and said, "I have seen Mr. Mu's mansion."
Mu Kun nodded slightly, motioned for Wang Yuan to sit down, and suddenly yelled at Zongzi: "Don't be distracted!"
Zhizi was peeking at Wang Yuan, but he was so frightened that he trembled all over and quickly aimed his eyes straight into the distance.
Mu Kun pointed at the childish boy and said, "My son Shaoxun is very naughty."
Wang Yuan was not polite, sat down, and flattered him smoothly: "Young Master has a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and he will definitely become the pillar of the country in the future."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Mu Kun laughed when he heard this, picked up his glass and said, "You scholars, you tell lies without batting an eyelid. How can you actually see a heroic spirit in a six-year-old child? He hasn't even gotten rid of his milkiness yet!"
"A tiger father has no dog son." Wang Yuan went around in a circle and came back. What he was photographing was a spiral fart.
Mu Kun suddenly smiled even more happily: "As expected of Jieyuan, he is full of flattery."
Wang Yuan hadn't eaten since morning. He was already hungry, so he started eating meat with chopsticks. He squinted his eyes and said, "I've been left hanging in the room for three hours. I'm so frightened now that I can't help but flatter me."
Calm your mind.”
"Is there resentment in your words?" Mu Kun glared at Wang Yuan.
"I don't dare." Wang Yuan ate another piece of meat.
Mu Kun asked: "Do you know why I invited you to see me?"
Wang Yuan replied: "The general government does things based on preference, how can there be so many reasons?"
"I love hearing what you say. You really don't need a reason," Mu Kun smiled, drank a drink, and waved to his son, "Xun'er, come here!"
The child immediately fired his bow and arrow, rubbed his arms and ran into the pavilion: "Father, don't you need to practice any more?"
"It's okay today." Mu Kun said.
Zhizi looked at Wang Yuan curiously and asked, "Are you the number one in Guizhou?"
Wang Yuan smiled and said: "I was lucky enough to get first place in the exam."
Mu Kun didn't speak anymore, his eyes were full of loneliness. He has been stereotyped in this life, just to guard Yunnan for the Ming Dynasty, and has no other choice. Deliberately insulting the officials of the Third Division is not so much to resent the scholars, but to have some fun.
time.
Does Mu Kun really hate scholars?
No!
A few years later, Mu Kun even went to the court and founded a health school in Pingyiwei - the same place where Wang Yuan exchanged bandits for bounties. It was because of Mu Kun's help that the children of military families had the opportunity to study.
Mu Kun actually envied Wang Yuan. He was Jieyuan at a young age and had countless possibilities for his future life. But he himself could not even leave Yunnan without the permission of the court.
"How many stone bows can you draw? Yesterday's one-stone bow seemed effortless." Mu Kun asked curiously.
Wang Yuan shook his head and said: "I don't know, I haven't tried it."
Mu Kun said: "I once asked the craftsmen to make a two-stone bow, but no one has been able to draw it full. Why don't you try it."
"I'm willing to give it a try." Wang Yuan also wanted to know his own limits.
Soon a guard brought the bow. Wang Yuan found it was quite heavy when he held it in his hand, and asked, "Isn't this an ordinary ox-horn bow?"
Mu Kun said: "The materials used are rhino horn, old mulberry wood, buffalo tendon, and elk tendon."
More than just research, Wang Yuan was secretly speechless.
At that moment, he tried hard to pull, but it turned out to be quite strenuous. He couldn't hold it any longer after he opened it to seven-point full. Wang Yuan took a deep breath, used all his strength, and finally pulled the bow to full capacity with his neck swollen red.
"Sure enough!" Mu Kun clapped his hands and praised.
Wang Yuan put down the bow and said with a wry smile: "I can draw it full, but it's definitely not accurate. My arms are shaking now."
Mu Kun said: "You are only fifteen years old, you can still gain strength in the future."
Mu Kun really doesn't have much entertainment activities at ordinary times. He can only dance swords and swords with the guards. When he has nothing to do, he lifts stone locks and develops some arm strength, so he can easily use a one-stone bow. He even wanted to use a two-stone bow, so he ordered
A craftsman built one, but after practicing for many years it couldn't be opened.
Seeing that Wang Yuan could shoot two stone bows at such a young age, Mu Kun admired him very much and asked the guard to get a hundred-refined sword: "Try the sword skills!"
Wang Yuan had never played with such a good knife before, and he immediately became excited and started playing in the Mu family garden.
Mu Kun was an expert, and he knew the basics at a glance, so he said to the guard: "Go and practice with him."
The guard went over with his sword and slashed at Wang Yuan's door.
Wang Yuan held the sword in both hands, raised his arms to block, took half a step forward, and cut diagonally as fast as lightning.
The guard looked horrified and stood on the spot. His right arm guard was cut. If he had gone back two or three inches, the tiger's mouth would have been injured and he would not even be able to hold the knife - it was purely Wang Yuan's mercy.
"What a fast knife!" Mu Kun marveled.
Wang Yuan clasped his fists and said to the guard: "I accept."
"Ashamed." The guard returned the gesture with clasped fists.
Mu Kun was so happy that he had his sword and bow wrapped up, and he pushed them to Wang Yuan and said, "They belong to you."
Wang Yuan was stunned and said: "Master, what do you mean by this?"
Mu Kun said with a smile: "You just said that a certain family does things based on their own will. What's the reason? If I like you, I am willing to give you a bow and knife!"
Wang Yuan really didn't dare to accept it. The sword and bow together were worth more than Song Ling'er's horse. And the gift recipient was the Duke of Guizhou. If he accepted it, he would probably be gossiped about in the future.
"Afraid of being short-handed?" Mu Kun sneered.
Wang Yuan declined politely: "This thing is too valuable."
"Students just think too much," Mu Kun threw the knife back into the wooden box, "You are just a trivial person, why do I need to deliberately win over you?"
It’s really hard to say!
Historically, Mu Kun bribed Liu Jin, bribed Jiang Bin, and bribed Wang Qiong. His Mu family was not short of money or treasures, and they gave away these things at will.
Although Wang Yuan was only a small official, he was a fifteen-year-old Jieyuan, and he was also good at both civil and military affairs. Now that the Ming Dynasty was full of rebellions, it was the time for civil servants to use force, and Wang Yuan's future was unlimited.
More importantly, Emperor Zhengde liked brave young men. If Wang Yuan had not been famous, Mu Kun would have wanted to send him to the capital to be Zhu Houzhao's godson and play in the Leopard Room.
Once Wang Yuan showed his skills in front of the emperor, given Zhu Houzhao's temperament and preferences, Wang Xianggong's promotion would be like riding a rocket!
A sword and a bow are nothing to Mu Kun, but they are most cost-effective to win over potential scholars.
When Mu Kun thought about it, Wang Yuan would definitely burst into tears with gratitude, but in the end, this guy didn't dare to accept the gift!
After flirting with the blind man, Mu Kun was extremely depressed.
At the same time, he also values Wang Yuan more. With such a cautious character and both civil and military skills, who knows how high he can climb in the future.
Mu Kun smiled self-deprecatingly, asked someone to bring a pen and paper, wrote a poem and threw it to Wang Yuan: "Take it!"
When Wang Yuan saw this poem, he immediately clasped his fists and said, "Thank you so much, sir, for your kind words."
""Gift to King Ruoxu of Jieyuan of Guizhou": The bow and knife are held to shine in the sun, and the autumn wind rushes towards Guiyang. I hope you will not fall short of your youthful ambitions, and you will stabilize the rivers and mountains and fix the eight desolations!"
If you accept the treasure directly, it will be easy to teach others to handle it.
But with this farewell poem, it means that the Duke of Guizhou appreciated the young hero, took the initiative to give him a sword and a fierce bow, and encouraged the young man to serve the king. Even if this matter spreads, it will definitely be a good talk.
Mu Kun smiled and asked, "You won't reply to me?"
Wang Yuan said: "My father-in-law has such expectations, how can I repay him with a poem? Let's wait and see."
"You are a fucking iron rooster, never plucking a hair." Mu Kun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"I dare not take such a good reputation." Wang Yuan is very thick-skinned.
Mu Kun took his knife and came to the open space in the garden. He said enthusiastically: "Come here and play with me!"
"You must obey your orders." Wang Yuan raised the knife and went over.
The two had a great time, competing in knife skills and wrestling, and even invited some guards to play together.
The daily life of the Duke of Guizhou is so boring and boring.