Chapter 41: Xu Feng Teaches Class?

  "Second Dogzi is a good one, at least he dares to speak his own mind. Come on, take him to receive the red envelope." Xu Feng was not disappointed in the slightest. What he wanted were crack troops, soldiers who were not afraid of death. A mixed bag of people, although numerous, would eventually become a burden and affect the morale of the entire army.

  “Hiss…” Er Gouzi stumbled forward, amidst the hisses and cold stares of the crowd, to the front where the road fees were being distributed. However, after just a few steps, he was already drenched in sweat, his face deathly pale. The contempt from the crowd made him almost suffocate, but he didn't want to die. He recalled the two times he had besieged cities and nearly got killed by government soldiers, leaving him with lingering fear that kept him awake at night. His thoughts were simple: return home, marry a wife, live a peaceful life. War, he initially thought it would be easy, but hadn't expected so many casualties. He was truly afraid now.

  There are still many people who think like Er Gouzi, some of whom take the lead, and naturally, a few hundred people slowly disperse. Xufeng did not go back on his word and did not make things difficult for them.

  "From now on, you are no longer the Yellow Turbans, and no longer my brothers. Take off your clothes and armor!"

  "Ah..." Upon hearing this, everyone was in an uproar, staring at Xu Feng in disbelief. It's just a piece of clothing, is it worth making such a big deal?

  "It's just a piece of clothing, isn't it? Many of you may think that way, I know. But let me tell you, we are an army, and you are soldiers. The Yellow Turbans' uniform is the honor of being a soldier. When you choose to leave the Yellow Turbans, you will no longer be a Yellow Turban general, and you won't deserve to have the spirit and honor of a soldier."

  Although the Yellow Turbans were mostly gathered by Zhang Jiao's Taiping Taoist religious beliefs, Xu Feng had to think far ahead. The Yellow Turbans couldn't be just Zhang Jiao's team; if one day Zhang Jiao encountered an accident, wouldn't they instantly collapse and become a scattered sand? It was always good to prepare for the unexpected. He wanted his subordinates to remember the honor of being a soldier at all times, becoming a truly unbreakable and unbeatable team. Xu Feng still had a long way to go; he needed to constantly and quietly instill this idea into his subordinates' minds, believing that one day they would become what he expected: brave, skilled in battle, fearless of life and death, a true iron-blooded army.

  These people, mostly followed Zhou Cang and gathered together on their own, can be said to be Xu Feng's direct line troops. They were not so severely affected by Zhang Jiao's religious influence, but because Xu Feng had irreplaceable prestige in the army, it was possible for them to be successfully reformed.

  After this round of troop reduction, Xu Feng's account had less than 4,000 people, of course, excluding the four troops led by Zhou Cang. The city outside was already surrounded by Huangfu Song's army. On one hand, Xu Feng sent people to intensify recruitment, on the other hand, he stabilized the city and made preparations for the soldiers to defend the city and fight. As for Xue City, it was day and night without stopping, leading people to dig secret tunnels.

  Everyone else is busy, but Xu Feng looks like he has nothing to do. He's either practicing martial arts, riding horses and waving whips, or running to the academy to attend classes. Although the academy is very hostile towards him and lists him as the most unwelcome person, Xu Feng doesn't mind at all. Whenever he has free time, he runs off to listen in on classes, even going so far as to call it "recharging".

  "Feeble, receive the ball." On this day, Xu Feng had just arrived at the academy and saw that all the students were playing cuju in the backyard. In fact, it was not football as we know it today, but a very simple and crude form of cuju. It was unexpected that such a clumsy thing could be so loved by the ancients.

  A twenty-year-old, slender young man shouted loudly and kicked the ball with one foot. The ball suddenly shot up into the air and flew directly out of the field, coincidentally flying towards Xu Feng.

  Xu Feng smiled slightly, stretched out his arms, and leaned back slightly. He stopped the ball with his chest, steadily holding it in front of him. The ball spun due to inertia, but as Xu Feng swayed from side to side, it didn't leave his body by even half an inch. It was as if he had been enchanted by magic. Everyone's gaze suddenly focused on Xu Feng.

  "Hmph... it's actually him, Xu San Guang. As soon as he entered the city, he dared to mess with the Tu family, a noble and wealthy household. He's simply a devil. How could he dare to touch something so refined? Doesn't he fear tarnishing his reputation?" A slender, sharp-mouthed young master in brocade clothing glared at Xu Feng with hatred.

  "Yes, although our three families were lucky enough to escape, all the money and grain were still looted by Xu Feng. This guy is a devil! I heard that General Huangfu has already sent troops to surround the city, and I believe his good days are coming to an end soon." A young man next to him nodded in agreement.

  "Ah!" But as soon as the words fell, Xu Feng made a chest stop, kicked the ball in mid-air, and drew a perfect arc, rushing straight at the two speakers. The two were stunned for a moment, and they were hit one after another, crying out in pain, and kneeling down on the ground with their heads in their hands.

  "Sorry, I'm a bit rusty, bear with me." Xu Feng sprinted forward, playfully glancing at the two of them, and with a swift kick, he sent the ball flying into the air, creating a cloud of dust. The ball shot towards the distant goal, whoosh... Under the goalkeeper's stunned gaze, it curved into the top corner, scoring a goal.

  "I know most of you are from wealthy families and are dissatisfied with me, Xu Feng. That's understandable. However, I hope you won't speak ill of others behind their backs. If you have the guts, let's argue face to face. I, Xu Feng, am not a person who doesn't understand reason." Xu Feng said coldly, his back still turned to the two people.

  "Is that so? Then tell me, why do you want to take action against the aristocratic families? Do you want to kill all the aristocratic families in the world?" Xun Yu's face turned slightly angry as he walked over and directly rebuked him. His straightforward personality made him fearless even when standing in front of Xu Feng.

  " Aristocratic families? In your eyes, that's what they are, but in my eyes, Xu Feng, it's not. We Yellow Turbans are here to stand up for the poor and downtrodden commoners. All they want is a mouthful of food, but even this small wish has become a luxury. You all wear fine clothes and eat fine food, never worrying about your next meal, with gold and silver filling your homes. Do you ever think about the lives and deaths of the common people? To them, you are the great mountains that weigh upon their heads, squeezing out their blood and sweat, exploiting their labor, and withholding their grain... You really... deserve to die! Haha, I'd love to slaughter all of you, but I also understand that aristocratic families have their good and bad. So, I won't kill off all the aristocratic families in the world, even if I had the ability to do so. Because as long as there are places with inequality, there will always be aristocratic families. Therefore, I, Xu Feng, don't have the ability to eradicate them, but those who dare to block my Yellow Turbans, I still have the skill to give them a slap in the face." Xu Feng said with a smile.

  "A load of nonsense! Who has been exploiting the common people, enslaving them, and embezzling their money? Xu Feng, tell us clearly: what have we aristocratic families done to deserve such vicious accusations?"

  Xun Yu almost got his nose out of joint and immediately pointed at Xu Feng, scolding him severely.

  "Let's not get angry, everyone. Let's calm down and listen to me carefully. I'll explain everything clearly. Getting angry is bad for your health, be careful not to overexert yourselves." Xufeng said as he walked towards the school building with the crowd following him.

  "Master, taking up some of your time, don't mind, right?" Xu Feng walked directly onto the high platform in the front courtyard's school building, where someone was teaching a class, and said to Master.

  "What are you going to do while I'm in class?" asked Fuzi, puzzled.

  "You can take a rest, I'll teach this lesson." Xufeng said, pushing the teacher aside and standing in the middle, loudly addressing the crowd staring blankly at him "This lesson will be taught by me, today I'm going to talk about exploitation, most of you are from wealthy families, listen up."

  "Let's go and see what he's going to do." Xun Yu and the others, seeing Xu Feng enter the school directly, were curious in their hearts, and one by one followed him in.

  In a short while, the study hall was packed with people, mostly curious about Xu Feng's actions, wondering what kind of trick this killer devil Xu Feng would play. Sima Hui and others, hearing that Xu Feng had come to the academy to 'cause trouble', also hastily followed over.

  "Mr. Shuijing, what's wrong?" An old man in his fifties walked over with a lively and lovely little girl.

  "Bo Ji? How did you come?" Sima Hui was greatly surprised, and walked a few steps to the old man's side, saying in a tone that was slightly reproachful: "Nowadays, Yingchuan is in constant turmoil, the Yellow Turbans are rampant, and Yangzhai has just been occupied by bandits. Why have you come at this time? With war and chaos everywhere, don't you value your life?"

  "Great Uncle is very well." Before Cai Yong could speak, a little girl beside him ran ahead to Sima Hui and greeted her sweetly.

  "If I'm not mistaken, this should be your little treasure, Xiang'er, right?"

  "Uncle actually remembered Yan'er's name, ah, it was indeed Yan'er. A few days ago, I passed by Changsha and heard that there were battles everywhere. Thinking of old friends in Yangqi, I came to visit you on the way, but didn't expect that as soon as I entered the city, war broke out here too. The whole city is full of soldiers, only your place is relatively quiet, so I brought Yan'er with me." Cai Yong let out a light sigh and said.

  "Alas, there are no Yellow Turbans here, but the leader of the Yellow Turbans is currently inside the academy... Alas..." Sima Hui sighed heavily and smiled bitterly.

  "What? Could it be that Zhang Jue is in Yingchuan Academy?" Cai Yong almost fainted.

  "Not Zhang Jue, but Zhang Jue's direct disciple, Xu Feng of the Yellow Turbans." Sima Hui hastily supported Cai Yan.

  Xu Feng - Xu San Guang?

  "Is this the person?"

  "What is he doing here?"

  "I heard you're going to give lessons to students?"

  "What? The leader of the Yellow Turbans is going to give a lesson to the young master of the aristocratic family?" Cai Yong's breath caught, and he fainted on the spot. What kind of situation was this, where even a rat would be a bridesmaid for a cat.

  P.S: Once again, I'm shamelessly asking for collection and recommendation. I won't bother you with a reward, as the writing is not good enough, and I don't have the face to ask.