The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

The cold wind was like a knife, cutting my face painfully.

Xue Gang stood outside the car door, and the snot under his nose finally froze into a hard icicle due to the long period of stillness.

He stared with those dead fish eyes at the copper stove in the carriage called "Mandarin Duck Hot Pot," where red oil was bubbling and white soup was boiling. A piece of tender mutton trembled slightly on Su Shi's chopsticks, emitting an irresistible aroma.

"Glug."

Xue Gang couldn't help but let his Adam's apple bob. The sound was particularly jarring in the silent wilderness.

Su Shi blinked, his eyes full of innocence and enthusiasm. He pushed the chopsticks forward and said, "Commander Xue, are you sure you don't want some? This is a special 'extremely spicy' dish made by Junior Brother Shen of the Academy. One bite and it'll blow your skull open. It's a cure for colds and flu."

"You..." Xue Gang felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest. He was about to curse that this was not exile, but rather a spring outing.

Just then—

"collapse!"

A sharp, resonant sound of a bowstring ripped through the night sky.

An arrow, whistling mournfully, grazed Xue Gang's scalp and slammed into the door frame of the dilapidated carriage with a loud "thud."

The arrow's fletching was still trembling violently, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

Immediately afterwards, countless torches suddenly lit up in the surrounding dark forest, resembling a continuous stream of will-o'-the-wisps.

"Charge!!"

"Kill all the men! Loot all the women! Those with money, leave your money; those without money, leave your lives!"

The sounds of battle were deafening, and the clatter of horses' hooves filled the air. Hundreds of men in black swept down from the hillsides on both sides, their steel blades flashing with a bloodthirsty glint in the firelight.

A tattered banner fluttered in the wind, with a crookedly drawn creature on it... it was hard to tell whether it was a chicken or a bird, and below it were three large characters—"Black Wind Village".

"Enemy attack! It's bandits!!"

The Wang family's guards instantly erupted into chaos. These servants, who were usually good at bullying the common people, were now completely disorganized in the face of real desperados, with screams and neighing horses filling the air.

Xue Gang was startled at first, then a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

He turned around abruptly, glanced at the lonely, luxurious carriage parked in the wind, and a cruel, sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Isn't this a golden opportunity?

They were originally thinking about how to kill Su Shi without leaving a trace, but now, the bosses of Black Wind Stronghold have personally delivered their sales targets!

"Brothers! Get out of here!"

Instead of drawing his sword to fight, Xue Gang abruptly turned his horse around and roared at his trusted men, "Protect the supply convoy and retreat! That's the master's lifeline! As for that broken-down carriage... it's bait! Leave it for Lord Su to cover the retreat!"

"But Commander, Lord Su is still in the carriage..."

"Shut up! Scholars have their own noble spirit. Let Lord Su use his writings to reform the bandits! Retreat! Retreat now!!"

Xue Gang lashed his horse's rump with his whip and, with twenty elite guards, galloped off in the direction they had come from without looking back.

He even deliberately blew a loud whistle, driving several frightened packhorses toward the carriage, completely blocking Su Shi and his companions' retreat.

Watching Xue Gang's departing figure, at that moment, he seemed to see the beautiful scene of Su Shi being dismembered by a hundred knives.

……

"I...I...I'm doomed!"

Inside the carriage, Su Shi's chopsticks fell onto the table with a "clatter," and the precious piece of mutton fell into the red soup and disappeared instantly.

His face turned ashen, and he instinctively tried to crawl under the soft couch, but because he had eaten too much, he got stuck halfway down.

"Headmaster! Help! These bandits have no sportsmanship, they won't even let us finish our food!" Su Shi cried, his voice trembling with fear. "I haven't been to Zhen Ding yet, I haven't written the ending for Guo Jing, I don't want to die!"

"Stop howling, tuck your butt in, you're blocking my view."

Jiang Lin calmly pulled Su Shi back and pressed him into his seat. He still held a teacup in his hand, his gaze coldly observing the situation outside through the specially made car window with a metal lining.

"That bastard Xue Gang ran fast," Jiang Lin scoffed. "Good, saves me the trouble of cleaning up the mess myself."

"Headmaster, now is not the time to deal with garbage!"

Shen Kuo excitedly pulled a wooden box from under his seat, his eyes gleaming. "That arrow missed its mark. Judging by its trajectory, the distance was about 150 paces. I have some freshly prepared 'Divine Fire Flying Crow II' here. As long as we throw it out, I guarantee they'll experience what 'passionate desert' truly means!"

As he spoke, Shen Kuo reached out to push open the window.

"Hold him down!" Jiang Lin and Zhao Lingjun acted simultaneously, gripping the mad scientist's shoulders tightly from both sides.

"That's a petroleum byproduct! It's very expensive!" Jiang Lin cursed.

"That's going to explode! Do you want to blow us up into the sky too?" Zhao Lingjun glared.

Before the words were finished, a loud "boom" was heard.

A huge Xuanhua axe slammed down on the carriage door. Although the door panel, which had been reinforced by Shen Kuo, did not break, it still made a sickeningly twisting sound.

"Listen up, you fat sheep inside! I'll count to three, and if you don't come out, I'll set the cart on fire!"

A rough, thunderous sound boomed outside the car.

Su Shi trembled with fright and instinctively grabbed a few sheets of paper from the table to shield his chest, as if the thin sheets of paper could stop the axe.

"three!"

"two!"

"No, no, no! Mercy! I'll come out right now! The meat's still warm!"

Although Su Shi was a coward, he knew that being burned to death inside would be even worse. He shakily pushed open the car door, raised his hands above his head, and gave a standard French military salute.

The cold wind howled.

Standing at the car door was a burly man, eight feet tall, with a full beard.

His arm was half-baked, his muscles bulging, like a black iron tower. At that moment, that huge axe was hanging over Su Shi's head; with just a slight touch, the literary world of the Song Dynasty would lose a superstar.

Su Shi closed his eyes, two lines of tears sliding down his cheeks: "Heaven is jealous of talent... I regret not listening to the headmaster's advice and practicing weightlifting..."