Volume 1: This Heart's Bent Chapter 40: The World's Rules, Fierce Hacking Must Break!

  The two in charge of recruitment at Er Wu Camp had already roughly understood the new Shifu's coldness and didn't mind, still smiling. Scarface was the first to introduce himself, "Hello Taishi Shifu, I'm Xiong Xiaojia."

  "Tai Shi Sheng Mei, I am Xiao Da Qiang." The pale-faced water snake waist chuckled and said, "We've brought you the course selection form."

  Tai Shi Lan blinked his eyes, which were as majestic as a mountain, while Da Qiang's eyes were as weak as a willow tree. They both silently sighed for the Creator...

  The course selection form was handed over, but it was only one page, listing the electives and instructors' names. Ta Shi Lan glanced at it and asked, "Why are there only two courses, 'Instrument' and 'Art'? Why are 'Conducting' and 'Military Formation' crossed out in these two courses? What about the other subjects?"

  "For other subjects, we cannot learn." The woman with a wide eyebrow walked over, "Only the first-class disciples have the right to study and practice."

  "What a fine young man?"

  "Students are divided into three classes: the sons of officials of the fourth rank and above from local areas are called first-class; those of officials below the fourth rank but above the sixth rank are called second-class; and those of officials of the sixth to ninth ranks are called third-class."

  "Hmm? What about us?"

  "We don't enter grades." The woman with broad eyebrows replied very calmly.

  "Not entering a grade level, so can't learn skills and literature? And what about the important subjects in the two departments of science and art?"

  "Martial arts and literary skills, we lowly people don't need to learn. Commanding troops and military formations are not for us either." The woman said, "What we can learn is rough work such as transportation, cooking, casting, etc., and in the future, we can be transport soldiers, cook soldiers, or smelting soldiers on the battlefield; if you don't want to go to the battlefield, you can learn detective skills and become a yamen runner after going out."

  Tai Shi Lan looked around and saw that everyone was very calm, with some people occasionally revealing a hint of anger, but soon returning to normal. It seemed that they had all long accepted this fate.

  "Mm." She nodded and put down the bill, "Thanks."

  "So you choose..."

  "Who is in charge of student course selection?"

  "It's Mr. Zheng," said the woman with broad eyebrows, "The Zheng family is a behind-the-scenes financial giant of the 25th Camp, and most of the important positions within the 25th Camp are held by members of the Zheng family. Mr. Zheng Yu is also a distant relative of the Zheng family."

  Tai Shi Lan had already known a few days ago that Rong Chu had adopted a relatively advanced approach to the operation of the Guangwu Camp in the local area, with local wealthy and powerful families making donations and being allowed to hold positions in the Guangwu Branch Camp. After the court selected personnel, they could freely choose from the remaining talents. The 25th Camp was supported by Zheng's family, the richest man in Dongchang.

  Although this will inevitably lead to the drawbacks of family control, fortunately, the main officials are still appointed by the imperial court, and do not need to occupy the imperial finances. It is precisely because they do not need to spend money from the imperial court that some weak forces in Guangwu Camp can continue to operate.

  Rong Chu was known as a young and early talent, with exceptional intelligence and bravery. Ta Shi Lan felt that just by looking at the setup of Guangwu Camp, it could be seen that this person had a broad mind, a quick wit, and great courage. Moreover, what she saw now was only the tip of the iceberg, perhaps there were even deeper intentions behind Guangwu Camp that were not yet known.

  Time will tell.

  "Good." She nodded slightly and took Jing Tai Lan's hand, then left.

  Many students vaguely guessed what she was going to do, and Xiao Daqiang hastily said: "Hey, don't easily challenge the rules of the camp..."

  "What rules?" Tai Shi Lan didn't stop, "The world's rules, a fierce cut will surely break."

  The students exchanged complex glances and followed him without a word.

  In the history of Er Wu Ying, there have been people who were dissatisfied with this hierarchical division and went to challenge it, but no one has ever won.

  To put it simply, the number of people is not advantageous at first. Poor children have to come out and work early in life. Even if the treatment of Erwu Camp is superior, ordinary civilians are not willing to let a strong laborer go to study for three to five years. In addition, the hierarchy is strict, and after studying, evaluation and employment are left to children of good families. Poor children who are not excellent will find it difficult to stand out in Guangwu Camp, and in the end, they can only be a small soldier or a minor official. Therefore, although Guangwu Camp has opened its doors, it is still dominated by noble children, with a ratio of one to three.

  Vicious cycle, the lower the more lowly, the noble forever noble.

  Tai Shi Lan continued on her way, and soon the group behind her attracted everyone's attention. After a flurry of whispers and inquiries, all the poor students became interested - a freshman, still a girl, dared to challenge the rules of the second company?

  The team grew longer and longer, a vast array, until they reached the front courtyard of the Jing She. Tai Shi Lan looked up at the sign that read "Office" with two lines of smaller text below: "Unauthorized persons prohibited, students not allowed to enter."

  Tai Shi Lan looked over and pushed open the door.

  As soon as the door opened, everyone in the room looked up.

  In the room sat a thin middle-aged husband, with two bright mouse whiskers sticking up. The rest were very young, like students, and there was an oily-faced young man sitting opposite the husband with his legs raised, holding a course selection form and shaking nervously.

  "Third Uncle, what should I learn? Liu instructor is too rigid, Wang instructor is too silly, but Instructor Hua is not bad, she's like a flower. By the way, I heard that Instructor Li is also coming back recently? I've already taken all his classes!"

  "Fourth Master, he's a big man, what can you have him do?" someone flattered with a smile.

  "He's a man, but all the students in his class are women!" The young man burst out laughing. "Those female students all squeeze into his class, you know," he said with great enthusiasm, leaning in close to the person next to him. "Among our refined and elegant sons, there aren't any female students, only those from poor families have them. Those who run around, selling their bodies, are really something! They're strong! One try and they'll get it right away, and they'll even save you some money on prostitution fees, hahaha..."

  "Hahaha......" laughed wildly and unrestrainedly.

  The husband narrowed his eyes and forced a smile.

  "Your mother is so easy to get along with!" A sudden loud shout broke through the carefree atmosphere.

  Everyone inside and outside the house was startled, thinking that Tai Shi Lan had spoken up, but when they turned their heads to look, it was actually the woman with broad eyebrows, her face red with rage, rolling up her sleeves and cursing loudly.

  "Shen Mei Hua!" A young man in a green robe shouted from inside the house, "How dare you be disrespectful to Fourth Young Master!"

  "Qiu Tang, rotten mud pit!" Shen Mei Hua sneered and curled her lip. "You're a shameless, ignorant little turtle! Don't you feel ashamed hearing this? Your mother was also from a traveling performer's background! You're just a poor scholar who clings to Zheng Si's thigh, feeling comfortable? Happy? Thinking your waist is thicker too? Is your master treating you well? Has he given you leftover food to eat?"

  "You!" The green-robed youth was driven by her sharp and sarcastic words to have his face turn purple with rage, he rolled up his sleeves, pushed open the chair and rushed out.

  "Sisters, block for me!" Shen Meihua sped up even faster, and with a whoosh, she dodged behind Tai Shilan's back. She made a few quick dashes, weaving in and out of the crowd, and then vanished into thin air...

  Ran away... Ran away... Ran away...

  Jingtai blue let out a "hiss" sound, her small face filled with admiration - running so fast! Her chest shook violently!

  Lian Taishi's eyes lit up - she was secretly praising the girl for her passion, waiting to see a show of temper...

  Qiu Tang's momentum was insufficient, and he crashed into Jing Tai Lan. Just as a big slap was about to land on Jing Tai Lan's head.

  Suddenly a figure emerged.

  He stood beside the blue brick, came out and blocked Qiutang's way, raised his arm to block Qiutang's hand, and grabbed Qiutang's wrist with the other hand, twisting it back violently.

  "Ah!" Qiu Tang cried out in alarm. The man did not stop, grabbing his wrist and slapping him seven or eight times!

  "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  The slapping sound was crisp and clear, making people's eyebrows tremble. The man acted quickly, his blows even more ruthless. As he slapped, he growled in a low voice: "I'm beating you on behalf of all the women who sell their art on the streets, including your mother!"

  Her voice was very low and hard to hear, as if her vocal cords had been ruined.

  It was the woman with the largest bust who was favored by Jing Tai Lan and taken into his bosom.

  It was her, Qiu Tang didn't call out anymore, as if he had some reservations. The number of onlookers from humble backgrounds outside increased, but they all kept a distance from Tai Shi Lan and the others - not everyone had the courage to stand up against the powerful.

  Because more often than not, this means you end up with nothing to show for it, and may even become the enemy of the entire aristocratic class, being gradually worn down by the daily grind, until you are powerless to support yourself, kneeling before that enormous and immovable idol.

  "Su Ya Zi, are you done yet?" The group of young masters who were originally watching the commotion with interest suddenly heard the slapping sounds and felt as if they had been slapped themselves. Their faces gradually darkened, and Zheng Si Shao nodded slightly. Immediately, a pale-faced youth stepped forward, blocking the woman's way and staring at her menacingly.

  "My name is Su Ya." The woman looked up at him and said in a low voice.

  "Sū Yǎzi, don't think that just because you have some strength, you can act recklessly. This Second and Fifth Battalions, it's not your turn!"

  "My name is Su Ya."

  "Get out! Su Ya Zi!"

  "My name is Su Ya."

  Silence.

  A man with a sinister gaze and a woman who looks up defiantly, repeating her harsh voice over and over again.

  Inside and outside, noble and humble, each silent, distinct as black and white.

  "Cough." After a stalemate, Zheng Yu finally spoke up, "You two, trespassing on the Teaching Office, what's your business?"

  Zheng Si Shao and others burst out laughing with joy, thinking that the two words "intrude" were used really well.

  "I'm here to choose courses." Tai Shi Lan stepped forward, pulled out a course selection form from the table and said, "I want to study technical subjects and liberal arts."

  "Don't you understand the rules of Er Wu Camp?" Zheng Yu glared at Tai Shi Lan with disgust, "That's not what you learned."

  "It's not what I learned..." Tai Shi Lan's eyes shifted, pointing at Zheng Si Shao, "Teach this Zheng Si Shao who only knows how to play with women?"

  "You..."

  "Or," she pointed at the man holding Su Ya, "teach this rich man's lackey a lesson?"

  "You!"

  "Or else," she raised her chin at Qiu Tang's puffy face, "teach this little person who doesn't even recognize his own parents, but only recognizes gold and silver?"

  "Ta Shi Lan!" Zheng Yu's face twitched with rage, his eyes bulging, "You're insulting your comrades and provoking the dignity of the Second Company's Commander!"

  "What dignity of a teacher?" Tai Shi Lan's eyes snapped open, "You're worthy? Aren't you just Zheng family's dog?"

  "You scoundrel!" Zheng Yu suddenly stood up, bellowing like thunder.

  Tai Shi Lan didn't even look up, and instead focused on flipping through the course selection form on the table, looking for projects that interested her.

  "Get out!"

  "What do you think of his marksmanship?" Ta Shi Lan asked Su Ya.

  "Get out!"

  Su Ya shook his head, indicating that the shooting instructor was not good enough.

  "Archery?"

  "It doesn't seem quite right either."

  Two people bumped heads and started selecting courses, Zheng Fuzi's eyes turned blue, he covered his chest with one hand, and swayed unsteadily.

  "I want... I want to report to the deputy commander! I want to report to the head of the institute! I want to tell you that you don't respect your elders!" Zheng Fuzi grabbed a small servant in the house, "Go and report to the deputy commander!"

  "We'll go out and watch the show." Zheng Si Shao heard that Zheng Fu Zi was going to report to the deputy camp, shook his head, led the remaining people to retreat, but didn't walk far, and coldly waited in the courtyard.

  One side is a poor family, the other side is a noble young master, each living in their own separate world. The former has a worried expression, the latter has a mocking face.

  "Bang." Tai Shi Lan and others went out, raised their hands and closed the door with a bang.

  "What do you want to do?" Zheng Yu was startled, and then sneered coldly, "Regret it? Want to secretly apologize to me? Too late! You go out now, kneel down in public and apologize to me, I won't... Ahh!"

  He suddenly felt a pain in his buttocks, looked down and saw the pretty little man smiling at him with an adorable expression, holding a strangely shaped awl with a silver tip that shone brightly in the dim light.

  "This...” His consciousness was a bit fuzzy, and his words were also somewhat ambiguous. Just as he was getting confused again, he felt another pain in his leg. When he looked down, that beautiful, smiling, innocent little person had stabbed him again with the needle tip colored sky blue.

  "How strange..." This thought only flashed through his mind for a moment, and then he saw the person opposite him, Ta Shi Lan's hands were propped against the table case, her eyes coldly looking down at him, asking:

  "How old were you when you first had a wet dream? How many times have you been with a prostitute? How many times have you masturbated? Which leader in the camp do you dislike the most? Who do you want to overthrow?"