Insufficient balance

  Abdul Matin left the tech park with satisfaction and a slight intoxication. At least he had made a new friend, or rather, he had made a group of new friends today.

  They spent a pleasant lunchtime together, and the wine made him even more satisfied with this group of new friends. That talkative Abdul-Jemal had a lot to say, but his capacity for drink and his drinking manners were quite good.

  Now he not only fulfilled his father's request, but also completed his sister's entrustment. Riding on the horse, he was a little shaky. Fortunately, this is Huangsha City, and his own mount should not get lost.

  "This Zhao Fubo is probably just right to be my brother-in-law, and this kid is a good guy!"

  Looking at his back, Martin told himself that he was quite satisfied with this result.

  "This is a good start, and with sufficient connections, Wu Bo will be able to smoothly start his own career."

  With the thought in mind, he spread out the full table of drawings again, intending to do his own work. In front of him, Martin's notebook was drawing some "Y" shaped things. As for what it was, he didn't explain, and naturally no one knew.

  But Martin was unable to immediately throw himself into work, and it was Zhao Fu's name that gave him more associations.

  "Fubo... indeed, it's time to keep a low profile now! I never thought that the struggle within the wealthy Zhao family would be so intense, almost rivaling the intrigue of the imperial court!"

  Suddenly, the four words "Court Struggle" seemed to flash in Martin's mind. He thought of Zhao Fubo telling him about the Zhao family's worship of Jin Gong and the prayers they used, and he seemed to have thought of something.

  "Eight King Zhao Defang, in his hand that handle of the eight-sided purple gold mace that beats the emperor into a coma and strikes down treacherous officials..."

  Liu Lanfang's "Yang Family Generals" and Tian Lianyuan's "Judge Bao Cases" seemed to ring in his ears in an instant.

  According to "Three Hands" Ma Zhongming's life, apart from working as a chef, laborer, and nanny, his true hobby is listening to storytelling. He used to listen on the radio and TV when he was young, but later switched to MP3.

  "This Zhao family shouldn't have any relation to the Eight Kings' Zhao Defang, right? I haven't heard that the Song Dynasty royal family has anyone who came to the Middle East! And besides, Southern Song is still around, they wouldn't..."

  All sorts of guesses flooded his mind, confusing him until his contemplation was interrupted by some cheers.

  "Great, right on target...!"

  Young people together won't have any more heart. Little John is not very satisfied with Zhao Fu Bo, who is going to be his teacher and teach him Chinese.

  But he had to admit, this guy was a natural-born good archer.

  Zhao Fubo has a tall stature and strong muscles, which is a prerequisite for becoming a good archer. Like Little John, who shoots arrows accurately but cannot draw a hard bow, may be called a divine archer, but he is absolutely not a good archer on the battlefield.

  Archers on the battlefield are not like those who use arrows for hunting or self-defense in everyday life. Accuracy is one thing, and distance is a matter of life and death. The distance of bows and arrows undoubtedly requires strong bows to guarantee it.

  So a good archer is definitely a good shooter, but the latter may not become the former due to innate strength issues.

  So Little John, who was eliminated in the first round of shooting, did not show any dissatisfaction, but instead cheered on the contestants according to British custom.

  When he excitedly shouted, everyone except Martin found it strange. However, no one seemed to be as outspoken as Abdul Jamal, who dared to say anything at any time, whether appropriate or not, and whether they should or shouldn't.

  "Hey, little John, why is your voice so shrill? It's like a useless girl! But that doesn't matter, I've seen a guy before..."

  Just as Abdul-Jabbar was about to start his long speech after being eliminated, the second round of competition began.

  Muk took a deep breath and flexed his shoulders to draw the bowstring.

  The powerful force made him realize that these thick bows were all strong bows. What he couldn't understand was why such strong bows would become lighter and lighter as they were drawn.

  When the bow is fully drawn, the force applied becomes so small that it leaves him baffled.

  "Whoosh..."

  As the arrow left the bow and flew towards its target, he also felt another advantage of this bow. That is, this bow not only made a small sound, but also had an extremely slight vibration that could affect accuracy, and he could only comment on it as such.

  "Ah, it's indeed a fine bow!"

  Looking at his satisfied appearance, Zhao Fubo explained to him why this bow was more and more economical as it was pulled, and the answer was what Martin told him "standard answer".

  "Do you know why this bow becomes easier to pull the more you pull it? Because that's the power of science!"

  Listening to Zhao Fubo's explanation, Martin couldn't help but feel amused. The sentence he just spoke was just an excuse he used to deceive Zhao Fubo.

  "It may take five years, or perhaps five more years before he can truly become someone who understands some new knowledge. Perhaps... it's still a bit far off, the priority now is to save his life, and that will require a lot of money!"

  Although Zhao Fubo's age is a bit older, the advantage of this is that when learning basic knowledge, it is quick and easy.

  It's believed that in about a year, he can complete his elementary education, and then as Zhao Fubo, he can make some choices. After all, if one day he wants to return to the Song Dynasty, then military and political affairs are probably what he should be studying.

  At this moment, Zhao Fubo didn't care about these things anymore. He held his own longbow in his hand and was dreaming of defeating his elder brother in the next competition.

  "I've never won before! This time I also read the book quite well, maybe I can win this time too! If that's the case, Yu'er will definitely be overjoyed!"

  Although he was a bit slow in opening up, it didn't mean that he had no ideas at all. As soon as he thought of Shu Yiner's smile, his heart would suddenly become hot and burning.

  In his heart, he had already secretly made up his mind to win this time in the family competition. Moreover, in the martial arts conference of the entire Desert City, he also wanted to get a good ranking.

  Abdul Matin told him at least.

  "Brother, I dare say that you will definitely win the youth championship this year. Even if I were still in this level this year, I'm afraid I would lose to you. This year's champion must be yours!"

  Zhao Fubo, who was holding his bow and dreaming of beauty, suddenly thought of something. If he wanted to win the championship of this year's martial arts competition, then this was a very important matter.

  "Mu Ke, that little bad horse of mine still doesn't listen now, but it won't be long before the competition starts, what to do?"

  Facing this situation, Muk could only respond to his doubts with a bitter smile.

  Who would have thought that Zhao Fu Bo had chosen such a "little bad horse", not only did it not listen to him, but it even became his greatest enemy.

  Look at the horse that Shu Yu'er chose, it's both beautiful and well-behaved. Unlike that Flying Fire Beast, which is as wild as Zhao Fu Bo, they really aren't wrong to call it a "beast".

  Since Zhao Fubo was going to train his horse, everyone else put aside their other tasks and went with him.

  "Hey, hey, little John... don't run away, I've got something for you too..."

  Martin shouted at the top of his lungs, but following Zhao Fubo's whirlwind-like run to the horse enclosure, Little John had already forgotten him, so he could only call another spare "charioteer".

  Abdul Zamar pushed Martin's wheelchair, and as soon as he got close to him, he immediately began his endless chatter.

  "Mr. Martin, look at your grey hair. Ha ha, it's really funny, they're just like sheep wool, not only in color but also curly. Are you sure you don't have any relatives among those mountain goats?..."

  For this matter, Martin could only helplessly sigh, and even the airflow blew his mustache. As for what he said, it was better to pretend not to have heard it.

  Zhao Fubo had not yet arrived at the horse enclosure when the Flying Fire Beast locked in the pen already sensed its enemy and glared with an especially red eye!

  A loud, long whistle came from far away.

  "It smells you on it, what did you do to it that day?"

  Little John, who was following Zhao Fubo, curiously asked, "This horse is also very temperamental."

  It doesn't matter who comes here, feeding the horse, brushing the horse, or riding the horse are all fine. Although it's cold and proud, making people think it's the caliph of the horse group, but fortunately, it doesn't get angry easily.

  As soon as Zhao Fubo appears, it will be the start of a new war.

  "Oh, Allah, what have I done to offend you? Even if I deceived you, didn't I confess my mistake to you? Killing is just a matter of beheading, my horse brother, please forgive me..."

  The flying fire beast ignored Zhao Fubo even if he was present, and also ignored the fresh fruits stuck on his stick.

  It just stood there, occasionally letting out a low, rumbling sound like the roar of a fierce beast, its hooves pawing at the ground. Its raised head seemed to be that of a noble, and the way it looked at Zhao Fuwei was as if it had seen its own groom in him.

  Looking at the horse, Zhao Fubo put his chin on the wooden fence and stared at it gloomily, unable to think of a good solution for the time being.

  But just then, the Flying Fire Beast suddenly stopped its roar and instead slowly walked towards Zhao Fubo.

  "What's wrong, has this guy changed his sex!"

  The sudden change left everyone breathless, wondering what this horse was going to do next.

  Zhao Fubo looked at the horse walking over and his expression changed from doubt to surprise.

  Because that guy always held his head high, it came down this time, seemingly interested in the fresh fruit on the stick.

  The change was so fast that it was unbelievable, and only Zhao Fubo excitedly shook the stick in his hand non-stop.

  "This...this isn't normal..."

  Just as Little John reminded Zhao Fu Bo, the flying golden beast suddenly opened its big mouth and rushed towards the silly Zhao Fu Bo with a loud bite.

  Martin was stunned, and Abdul-Jabbar asked from behind him.

  "This guy is really a horse, why does he still bite people!"