Yi Han suddenly appeared behind Lin Qingyan and said in a low voice: "This is the General's Lin family spear, you're quite skilled."

  It's just unknown whether he can be so invincible on the battlefield.

  Lin Qingwan gazed at the young man in the courtyard without speaking. After he finished practicing his kick, she said with a stern face: "Go back and ask your grandmother and mother about it, come find me again after you're certain."

  Having said that, she turned around and left.

  Lin Xinde was so delighted by her words that he jumped up and hastily bowed to her back, then grabbed his wooden spear and ran out.

  Yi Han let out a soft sigh and turned around to follow Lin Qingyuan.

  Lin Qingwan returned to her small study in deep thought, her face stern and silent.

  "Miss, this young master is a good person, with some nurturing he will definitely become a talent, there's no need to send him to the front lines. After all, it's a place where knives and guns are everywhere."

  "Let's wait for his response."

  Yi Han sighed.

  Lin Qingwan looked out of the window and said, "How can swallows and sparrows know the ambitions of geese and cranes? What I can do is just not to stand in the way."

  Yi Han bowed his head and body, preparing to withdraw.

  "Yi Han," Lin Qingyuan suddenly called out to him, asking: "Have you ever thought of going to the battlefield to make achievements?"

  Yi Han smiled, "Xiao is grateful for Master's kindness in taking him in and sparing his life. Protecting the young mistress and her sister is Xiao's lifelong wish."

  Lin Qingwan looked at him and nodded slightly.

  Yi Han saw her not speaking for a long time, and then he bowed his head and retreated.

  Jiang Nan's kung fu is the best, originally he was supposed to be a bodyguard, while Yi Han usurped the military power, the two people's training direction was different from the beginning, so their responsibilities are also different.

  Jiang Nan's task was to protect Lin Yubin well, while Yi Han was responsible for protecting the entire Lin Manor, and neither of them could leave easily.

  Confirmed that Yi Han really didn't want to go into the army, Lin Qingwan didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or worry.

  She tapped on the table and finally closed her eyes to think about it. Anyway, she still didn't know if he could make it or not.

  But she didn't expect that the child would come back soon, excitedly telling her, "My grandmother and mother have both agreed, Ninth Aunt, do you agree to let me go?"

  Lin Qingwan looked at his happy face and asked, "Do you know what it means to join the army?"

  Lin Xinyi's expression turned serious and he nodded: "I know, I may never come back, and never see my grandmother, mother and younger brother again."

  "It's fine if you know," Lin Qingyuan turned around and beckoned him to follow her.

  "What military books have you read?" Lin Qingwen led him into a small study and had him sit in front.

  "The Art of War by Sun Wu", "The Art of War by Sunzi" and "Six Secret Teachings". Lin Xin looked down, somewhat embarrassed. "They were all borrowed from others, I didn't read them thoroughly, I copied one copy for myself to study, now I'm still reading 'Six Secret Teachings'."

  "Oh?" Lin Qingyan asked curiously, "Can you show it to me?"

  "Alright, I'll go get it for you right away," and with that, he turned around and ran out again without waiting for Lin Qingwan's response.

  Lin Qingwan lifted her head just in time to see the opening and closing door, she couldn't help but shake her head.

  Lin Xinfeng held three stacks of paper and flew in like a gust of wind, presenting the papers to Lin Qingyuan with a straight back and without panting.

  Lin Qingwan reached out and took it.

  The paper was the cheapest kind of hemp paper, and although the characters on it were neat, they were somewhat blurred. Lin Qing saw that many sheets had been worn out, but the edges and corners were still very intact, so she knew that these papers must have been frequently read, yet cherished.

  Lin Qingwan asked while looking at him, "I remember that in our clan, we provide free support for younger brothers to study until they are 16 years old. Why did you stop studying at the age of 13?"

  "I didn't have a talent for the scriptures, I had already learned all the characters and also studied the Book of Rites, so I stopped studying." Lin Xin paused and explained: "My father died, my younger brother is still young, in our household there's only me, an older male, if I don't go back home to work, what will happen to my grandmother and mother?"

  Lin Qing nodded her head, indicating she understood.

  The Lin family's school is free of charge, and there are also a certain amount of stationery and paper distributed every year. In addition, lunch is provided for the students every day, so it can be said that the children in the clan do not need to spend money to go to school.

  It is also for this reason that all of Lin's children are literate, even if their parents do not think reading is useful. When the children were young and no one was around to take care of them, they would be sent to the clan school, where there would be someone to look after them, free lunch to eat, and the opportunity to learn to read - what's not to like?

  There are always families in difficulties who often take their children back home to work when they grow up and become a labor force.

  In the clan, they have always turned a blind eye to such things. Firstly, the other party is really poor, secondly, the students who were taken away are not particularly talented, and thirdly, they themselves do not particularly want to read books.

  Every student taken away was already fourteen years old, at this age in this era they were already sensible, if he really wanted to read books, he could go find the clan elder or one of the three religious elders.

  They usually take care of it.

  Lin Qingwan had heard of these things in her family before, so she just asked casually to confirm that he wasn't dropping out for other reasons.

  Lin Qingwan was not familiar with military affairs, but just by listening to him speak, she knew that he had learned the three military books very well and it wasn't just a matter of glancing over or memorizing them.

  He was truly thoughtful. Lin Qingwan nodded and pointed with her finger: "Tomorrow, you come back to the other courtyard with me, I'll let Fang Datong take care of you."

  Lin Xing tilted his head and asked, "Who is he?"

  "He's a veteran who has retreated from the battlefield," Lin Qingyuan paused and said, "I'll give you a guard, take him with you."

  Lin Xian widened his eyes, "Do we need to bring guards onto the battlefield?"

  "Right," Lin Qingyan said: "I hope you can support each other, rather than relying on his protection."

  Lin Xinyan said solemnly: "Jiugu, you don't have to give me an escort. Since I chose this path, then I'm prepared to die in battle."

  "Let's just say it's my own little wish," Lin Qingyan sighed, "I hope you can grow up, you're great, and I also like you."

  Although it was only a short half-day encounter, Lin Qingwan indeed admired him very much. She also spoke bluntly: "You are the most likable one among all the Lin family juniors I have seen so far. You have great ambitions and aspirations, and coincidentally, I also have the same wishes as you. I hope you can fulfill them instead of dying on the battlefield before growing up."

  "It would be a pity if that's the case," Lin Qingyan sighed: "The protection I gave you is just one layer of protection for you, and the rest depends on yourself. To put it bluntly, whether or not you can keep your own life and the lives of your guards safe all depend on your abilities."

  Lin Xìn clenched his fists tightly, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked at Lin Qīng Yuàn, feeling deeply grateful in his heart. Jiǔ Gū was the first person besides his grandmother who could understand him.

  He puffed out his chest and pursed his lips, guaranteeing: "Don't worry, Ninth Aunt, I'll definitely come back alive."

  Lin Qingyan nodded, "Let's go back and pack up, we'll leave tomorrow."

  The war in Southern Han is raging on, and time waits for no man.

  Lin Qingwan was about to leave, Lin Run was startled and hurriedly asked, "Didn't you say you would return after the Lantern Festival? Is it because the young men in our clan have offended you?"

  "Does Fifth Brother think I'm such a petty person?" Lin Qingwen smiled, "But it's just that I discovered a good talent and couldn't help but feel delighted in my heart, so I arranged to return to the courtyard ahead of time."

  Lin Run, "Who?"

  "The son of Houcun's Seventh Sister-in-law, Lin Xin."

  Lin Run furrowed his brow, "How is it him? He's a good learner, but as a person, he's too rigid. How did you fall for him?"

  Lin Qingwan smiled, "That's because Fifth Brother doesn't understand him yet, you'll see after meeting him a few more times."

  "She paused and said: 'He wants to join the army, I've already agreed with him. First, I'll take him back to another courtyard to teach him for a few days. Later, his family will have Fifth Brother take care of it.'"

  "This is natural, they are all relatives, if he goes out to battle, his family will definitely take good care of him." Lin Run paused for a moment, still not understanding why Lin Qingyu had taken a liking to Lin Xin, in his opinion, Lin Xin was far inferior to Lin Ji.

  He hesitated and asked, "What about Lin Ji..."

  "Let's wait until he makes up his mind," Lin Qingyan said: "If he still decides to go, I will naturally send him off."

  Lin Rong let out a sigh of relief, it seemed that Lin Qingwan was not angry about Lin Ji's rude words yesterday. He smiled and said: "I'll ask him later, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, we should let the kids have a reunion dinner."

  Lin Qingwan smiled and nodded her head.

  But she didn't let Lin Xin go home for the holiday, instead throwing him together with Fang Da Tong and this group of old soldiers, letting them train him.

  Lin Xing's kung fu is indeed good, but on the battlefield, having only martial arts skills and tactics is not enough, you also need to have luck, and even more so, experience in responding to battles.

  Fang Datong and the others told him that on the battlefield, it's not about who has the better skills, but whose heart is more ruthless. When it's time to make a move, don't hesitate, or even a moment of hesitation could cost a life, so don't retreat easily.

  But once on the battlefield, don't think about making achievements, recklessly advancing forward. Fang Da Tong Dao said: "You must think about living, only by living can you have a future."

  On the battlefield, those who want to live are the most ferocious people.

  Lin Xinhalf understood, half didn't understand. What he learned from them was just some military tactics and escape experiences. He really wanted to fight against them personally, but Fang Datong shook his head and said: "We can only teach you the skills of killing people, other things will be known when you go to the battlefield, now you are not in danger of death, we can't treat you as an enemy to kill, so we can't beat you."

  "However," Fang Datong smiled, showing his teeth, "if this were on the battlefield, although your martial arts skills are stronger than mine and I'm disabled, I still have a 70% chance of killing you."

  Lin Xing didn't fully believe it, nor did he disbelieve it. His habit made him lower his head to ponder the truth of this sentence. If he couldn't figure it out, he would put it in his heart first and wait for an opportunity to verify it later.

  Fang Datong and the others were willing to teach him those lethal skills only because they saw that he had such a learning attitude.

  He patted his shoulder and said: "Good kid, if you can survive the first two months, you will definitely become a great talent in the future."

  He has seen too many people in the army, those clever and smart ones did not survive, the stupid ones did not survive either. Only those who can learn and think can make it to the end and go further.

  He was one of them too, just didn't have much luck.

  He patted his empty left arm and added with a slight sigh: "If we're lucky."