The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Chapter 1457 Youning Reclamation

"The prince also practices martial arts?" He had heard that this man was very good at flying kites and that he accepted bribes and made money at a very young age. This man's confession is still being sung on the streets, being exposed to the wind and sun and being commented on by the people.

When Cheng Youning saw this man looking at him, he said, "Don't look at him. You can't beat Qiao Rong, and you can't beat me either."

This was too discouraging. Didn't this mean that he, Song Qianyuan, looked down upon him? Song Qianyuan gathered all his strength and shouted, "Watch out."

The competition between the two children attracted a crowd of onlookers from the mansion. Qiao Rong did as Cheng Youning said and played with him.

Qiao Rong studied swordsmanship a lot in his daily life. Song Qianyuan couldn't break any of his swordsmanship. No matter how much Qiao Rong gave in to Song Qianyuan, he could always make Song Qianyuan always be slightly inferior to him.

When he put down the sword, Cheng Youning laughed loudly, "You are not convinced, so you lose. I knew it would be like this. You should accept the defeat this time."

Song Qianyuan felt very embarrassed to be watched by so many people. Cheng Youning also laughed at him very badly. When he saw Cheng Youning's smug look, he was furious. He wanted to turn the tables. He said to Cheng Youning, "Didn't the prince just say that he is also very good? Then let's compete."

Cheng Youning was so happy that he doubled over. Seeing him burst into laughter, Song Qianyuan became even angrier. "Don't tell me that the prince doesn't dare to challenge me?"

Cheng Youning waved his hand and said, "We have a family rule in the Wan family that we cannot show off our talents and martial arts."

"And there are house rules."

"Yes, my grandfather wrote it into the prince's training. He doesn't want me to fight and kill everywhere, to be competitive, and to practice martial arts to strengthen my body and protect my life. I'm telling you, especially for someone like you who is only half-full, don't show off. You should quickly pay the bet to this prince."

Song Qianyuan walked out angrily, and Master Song asked his grandson, "Qianyuan, where are you going?"

"I'm going to catch katydids for the prince."

Hearing this, everyone in the courtyard laughed. Cheng Youning said, "Song Lord's grandson is actually stubborn. In fact, he has decent talent and his swordsmanship is also remarkable. It's just that he was unlucky today and met this prince's people."

Song Ruhong said, "I'm sorry to make you laugh, Your Highness. My grandson started practicing martial arts when he was very young. He has had six or seven masters and has made some progress. Everyone thinks he is doing well. But today, he met the prince's men. It would be strange if he didn't lose. He is at the age of being competitive. Look how angry he is. This time, he is going to go around and learn from masters and practice hard."

"With such progress, he will surely be a man of great talent and learning in the future."

"I'll borrow the prince's good words."

Cheng Youning said a few polite words and followed his teacher out of the house. They got on a carriage and headed north. Finally, Cheng Youning realized that they had actually left the city.

"Sir, why are we leaving the city?"

At this time, the carriage happened to stop, and Song Tingzhi said, "Students, please get off."

Cheng Youning looked blankly outside the northern city wall. All he could see were people entering and leaving the city. It seemed like there were a lot more refugees.

Cheng Youning seldom left the city, so he didn't know that the scene outside the city was like this every day. He didn't know what his teacher asked him to learn here. He turned around to look at his teacher, and saw that his teacher, Song Tingzhi, was holding a few farm tools in his hands.

Cheng Youning looked at the farm tools and the wasteland everywhere. He realized, "Master, you are not asking me to reclaim the wasteland, are you?"

It was enough to surprise Song Tingzhi to hear the word "reclaim wasteland" from Cheng Youning's mouth. This kid was really quick to understand. He thought Cheng Youning would turn around and leave because of dissatisfaction, just like he did this morning.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Youning took a hoe from him and weighed it in his hand. "It's quite handy. It should be useful. Sir, where do you want your students to reclaim land?"

It seems that there is an endless amount of wasteland to be reclaimed in this begging business.

Song Tingzhi said: "There are many wastelands here, you can choose one by yourself."

"Sir, then I won't go far away. I'll just choose a place nearby and plant some plums to quench the thirst of people passing by." After saying this, Cheng Youning laughed.

When Song Tingzhi watched Cheng Youning walking towards a piece of wasteland that he liked, he smiled and shook his head. Children are children after all. He actually had the naughty idea of planting bayberries on the roadside so that passers-by could quench their thirst by the sight of the bayberries. Only a weird child would think of such an idea.

No one taught him, and Cheng Youning didn't need anyone to teach him, so he just picked up the hoe and started swinging it by himself.

Looking at Cheng Youning who was working hard, Song Tingzhi suddenly remembered that this child was beaten with fifty sticks by the emperor some time ago. It has only been five or six days. How could the child's injury heal?

He limped over and asked, "Student, are you healed from your injuries?"

"It's half healed now. It will take another five or six days to fully recover."

Song Tingzhi tilted his head slightly, wanting to look behind Cheng Youning. He had some doubts in his heart, "The way you swing the hoe doesn't look like you've been beaten with a stick."

In order to prove that she was really beaten with a stick, Cheng Youning lifted up her clothes, turned sideways and stuck her butt out in an indecent manner for Song Tingzhi to see.

Cheng Youning was sweating a lot, and the sweat and the medicine on his butt had soaked through his pants. This was enough to prove that his grandfather was not partial and that he really received the punishment he deserved.

After Song Tingzhi saw it clearly, Cheng Youning put down his clothes, covered his pants, and said to his teacher: "See, the student was really punished."

"Since it will take several days to recover, I will rest and stop here today."

"That won't do. We've only been here for a short while. How can it end right at the beginning?"

"Won't the wound burst if you work so hard?" The prince was precious and thought that Song Tingzhi could not afford to do anything.

"It's just a minor injury. It's no big deal. I've been beaten since I was a child." Cheng Youning ignored the injuries on his body and swung his hoe again.

Seeing that the boy had learned everything by himself and was doing it in a very good manner, Song Tingzhi asked him, "Student, has anyone ever taught you how to reclaim wasteland?"

"Do I need to teach you this? In the past few years, we have been reclaiming large areas of wasteland, and students can learn it just by watching." Cheng Youning was full of energy, and Song Tingzhi found it difficult to connect the man in front of him with the prince involved in the kite incident.

The former is grinning and likable, while the latter is scheming and heartbreaking. It is difficult to combine these two types of people into one person.

The prince was greedy for money and accepted bribes, and he disregarded the law, committing heinous crimes, but the child in front of him was a smart, pragmatic and capable good child.

This is a child who has become the crown prince at the age of nine. Looking around, who among the dignitaries in the city can be so diligent as to use a hoe to reclaim wasteland under the scorching sun?