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

Thousands of eyes, gleaming with a ghostly green light, stared intently at them in the dim light.

Accompanied by a nauseating, pungent stench, the starving people crawled forward like a tide.

"Clang!"

Zhou Yuan's legs went weak, his knees trembled, and he and the grain cart nearly overturned into a mud pit. His face was pale, and he was panting heavily.

"Mountain Chief, let's retreat! We must run! These aren't human, they're a pack of man-eating mad dogs!"

These pampered young masters, born with silver spoons in their mouths, had never seen such a hellish place before; some were so frightened that they started to cry.

Jiang Lin sat firmly on the horse, his posture upright, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Murder! Soldiers are killing disaster victims! Don't wait to die, grab the grain!"

Deep within the crowd, a shifty-eyed middle-aged man was frantically stirring up trouble at the top of his lungs.

"Niu Aihua," Jiang Lin said casually, toying with his riding crop. "Drag out that barking dog."

Before the words were even finished, the dark figure shot off like an arrow!

Niu Aihua didn't even draw her saber; she moved like a female leopard, forcefully carving a path through the stench-filled crowd.

She suddenly stretched out her large, fan-like hand and, like an eagle seizing a chick, grabbed the middle-aged man's throat tightly. In the man's terrified eyes, Niu Aihua used her single arm to forcefully pull him out of the crowd like a radish!

"Put it down—"

"Snap!"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound suddenly rang out.

Niu Aihua, expressionless, grabbed the other person's chin with one hand and roughly twisted it to the side, dislocating the instigator's jaw.

Immediately afterwards, she swung her arm like throwing a broken sack, and with a dull thud, slammed the man heavily into the mud pit in front of the grain cart!

The foul-smelling mud splashed everywhere. The man convulsed wildly in the mud like a fish out of water, only able to utter weak, whimpering sounds.

The once-boiling crowd fell silent.

The starving people in the front row looked at the distorted human figure on the ground, swallowed hard in horror, and took a half step back in unison.

"What are you yelling about? Don't you want your yellow teeth anymore?"

Niu Aihua rubbed her hands on her trouser leg in disgust, crossed her arms, and stood like an iron tower next to the grain cart.

Jiang Lin then raised the metal megaphone. The resonant buzzing of the metal made everyone's eardrums tingle.

"Everyone, perk up your ears."

"My name is Jiang Lin. I've brought grain today not out of charity, but to do business with you."

Buying and selling?

The starving people looked at each other in bewilderment. They were so hungry they were practically gnawing on tree bark; what could they possibly use to trade? Their lives?

"See this bunch of useless trash behind me?"

Jiang Lin pointed his whip, aiming straight at the young masters who were huddled together.

"The best-reincarnated good-for-nothings in Bianjing. Now, I'm going to teach them how to survive in the mud."

"Teach them how to build windproof shelters, filter sewage, or even how to strip clothes off to keep warm in a pile of dead bodies."

Jiang Lin's voice suddenly turned cold: "Those who teach well will each receive an extra large white steamed bun per day. Of course, if you want to forcibly take it, feel free to do so; I'm short of laborers to fill the gaps here!"

With a wave of his hand.

Qian Duoduo yanked off the tarpaulin covering the grain cart. The glistening rice and the still-warm golden wheat cakes instantly released an intoxicating aroma.

The sounds of people swallowing their saliva rose and fell, but under Niu Aihua's fierce intimidation, no one dared to move.

"Sir...may I...may I teach them how to weave straw sandals? I've done it before in Sichuan..."

An old woman, holding her emaciated grandson, tremblingly raised her withered hand.

"become."

Jiang Lin flicked his whip and aimed precisely at Zhou Yuan, who was still trembling.

"Young Master Zhou, this is your master for today."

"If she doesn't learn it before dark, or if the shoes she makes fall apart after a few steps, you'll go hungry with her today."

Zhou Yuan was struck dumb, his defenses completely shattered.

He's the eldest son of the Zhou family in Bianjing! He's destined for the Hanlin Academy! These hands are for writing official script, enjoying tea, and playing the zither!

"You want me to learn how to work with mud from an old beggar woman covered in lice? Jiang Lin, you're insulting us! That's going too far!" Zhou Yuan roared angrily, his face flushed red.

Jiang Lin gently pulled on the reins, and the horse's hooves slowly and steadily approached Zhou Yuan.

"Too dirty?"

Jiang Lin looked down at him, his eyes full of mockery. "The mud puddle you just stepped into was filled with the excrement of three people and half a dead rat. What are you trying to prove with me now?"

"Here, your face isn't worth half a stale bun."

"Either squat down and learn! Or I'll strip you naked right now and make you run naked back to Bianjing among these tens of thousands of refugees!"

Jiang Lin's eyes were like a deep, cold abyss, showing no sign of joking.

The immense fear, as real as a physical entity, instantly shattered his ridiculous dignity.

Zhou Yuan's stomach churned, but he could only drag his weak legs and squat humiliatingly in front of the smelly old woman.

With Young Master Zhou kneeling, how could the other students dare to be presumptuous? They all gritted their teeth and crawled into the mud to acknowledge their "masters".

The refugee camp, fraught with danger, has strangely transformed into an open-air "educational site."

Zhao Lingjun also set aside her princess status, rolled up her coarse cloth sleeves, and under Shen Kuo's guidance, used charcoal and sand to filter clean water for the patients.

Jiang Lin silently observed everything, but his peripheral vision locked onto the middle-aged man still twitching in the mud pit.

During the struggle, the man's linen outer garment tore open, revealing a section of the inner lining.

—Exquisitely fine and smooth silk from the lake. Ordinary people could not even touch a single piece in ten lifetimes.

Sure enough, behind the disaster victims lurked the venomous snakes of Bianjing City.

"Shen Kuo, did you 'add something'?" Jiang Lin tilted his head slightly, his voice barely audible.

"It's already taken care of."

Shen Kuo carefully took out a small purple glass bottle, his eyes gleaming with an almost frantic thirst for knowledge. "I dripped a few drops into those wells. Anyone who dares to poison them in the middle of the night, I guarantee they'll be so deprived they won't recognize their own mother!"

Jiang Lin sneered, his gaze sweeping past the camp and piercing the unusually quiet woodland in the distance.

Having a teacher isn't enough; the fledglings also need to meet the real "villains."

"Since we've been following you all this way, stop hiding."

Jiang Lin spoke coldly into the dense forest, his murderous aura instantly dissipating.

Before the words were even finished, withered leaves began to dance wildly!

"Whoosh whoosh-"

A dozen or so cold, icy glints instantly tore through the oppressive twilight!

A dozen or so masked assassins, their hands gripping short swords used by the Song army, emerged from the dense forest like ghosts!

They were extremely ruthless, bypassing Niu Aihua and heading straight for the unarmed young masters squatting on the ground!

"Enemy attack! Protect the princess!!"

Han Zhen's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot. He grabbed a rough wooden carrying pole and frantically stood in front of his classmate.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade pierced the carrying pole, splintering wood! The violent force instantly ripped open Han Zhen's hand, and blood spurted out!

Screams and screams erupted in the chaotic camp.

At the critical moment, Jiang Lin remained as steady as a mountain on his horse, not even touching the sword at his waist.

He looked at the terrified students, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Perfect timing, today's first lesson in the 'Investigation of Things' class, I'll teach you for free."

What is meant by "thermal expansion"?

Jiang Lin snapped his fingers crisply.

Shen Kuo, standing to the side, was so excited that his expression twisted. He suddenly flicked his finger upwards and ripped off a thin silver thread buried in the mud!