A fierce wife enters the house: She helps up a house full of spineless people.

Li Zheng froze, his hand holding the teacup trembling slightly. He took a deep breath, his eyes even reddening.

"Jinzhu, do you know... how many soldiers of Great Liang are discharged from the army every year due to injuries?" Li Zheng's voice was slightly hoarse, tinged with sorrow. "They are missing limbs, unable to do farm work when they return to the countryside, and most of them live in misery, even begging on the streets. If you could really give them a meal, that would be an immense blessing for the Great Liang army!"

Li Zheng leaned forward eagerly and asked, "How many people can your Xiahe Village currently accommodate?"

After mentally assessing the progress of the workshop and the reconstruction of Xiahe Village, Wang Jinzhu confidently replied, "Currently, we can accommodate about a thousand people. If the industry expands further, there will be no upper limit on the number of people."

"A thousand men!" Li Zheng suddenly stood up, turned to look at Meng An behind him, "Meng An, did you hear that? Immediately check the military's discharge roster and find all the veterans and their families who have suffered the most in the vicinity of the capital. Prioritize those with families and those who are disabled, and send them to Xiahe Village!"

"Yes, General! This old servant will take care of it right away!" Meng An nodded repeatedly, his eyes glistening with tears.

Just then, a series of crisp footsteps came from the courtyard.

"Grandpa Li!"

Wang Yunfan and Wang Yunshu had just come from the study and the training ground when they saw Li Zheng and stepped forward to greet him.

Li Zheng, his earlier seriousness gone, burst into laughter. He grabbed Wang Yunfan and patted him on the shoulder with his large, calloused hand: "Good lad! I heard that yesterday at Wenhua Pavilion, you faced those scions of prominent families with a sharp tone, holding your own in the slightest. You've got guts."

Wang Yunfan smiled modestly, his posture upright and elegant: "Grandpa Li, you flatter me. I am just stating the facts and cannot tarnish my own prestige."

Li Zheng then turned to look at Wang Yunshu, who was dressed in a neat and tidy outfit, his eyes full of affection: "Yunshu, I heard from your aunt that your martial arts skills have been getting better and better lately. She said that she has to put in a lot of effort to keep you in check now."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yunshu raised her chin slightly and chuckled mischievously, "Grandpa Li, of course! My skills have improved a lot. If it weren't for my young age, short stature, and not fully developed strength, Auntie probably wouldn't be able to keep up with me!"

"Oh ho, what a boastful tone!" Li Zheng was amused, and his usually stern face broke into a smile. "Come on, girl, practice with Grandpa Li and let this old man see where your confidence in talking big comes from."

Wang Yunshu's eyes lit up instantly; she had been worried about not having anyone to teach her how to provoke people.

She grabbed Li Zheng's broad hand and pulled him forcefully away, saying, "Come on, come on! Grandpa Li, let's go to the martial arts training ground in the backyard! It's a promise, no bullying with internal energy!"

Wang Jinzhu watched the old man and the child hurrying away, shook her head helplessly, and got up to follow them.

The martial arts training ground in the backyard of the Prince's mansion.

Li Zheng took off his outer robe, leaving only a single garment. He stood with one hand behind his back and his feet neither too far apart, like an unshakeable iron tower.

"Girl, come here, I'll give you three moves." Li Zheng beckoned.

Without wasting words, Wang Yunshu took a deep breath, pushed off the ground with both feet, and her ten-year-old body burst out with amazing speed, shooting off close to the ground.

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Zheng's eyes.

In less than three steps, Yun Shu was already in front of Li Zheng. Instead of attacking Li Zheng's upper body, she suddenly lunged forward, her right leg sweeping like a whip towards Li Zheng's ankle.

Li Zheng raised his right foot, preparing to take the sweeping leg strike head-on.

Just as the two were about to make contact, Yun Shu changed her move.

Using the momentum from her sweeping leg, she braced herself with her hands on the ground, exerted force with her waist, and twisted her entire body in mid-air, her legs clamping tightly around Li Zheng's arm like iron clamps.

"Strangulation technique?" Wang Jinzhu stood on the sidelines, raising an eyebrow.

These are close-quarters grappling techniques from the special forces training manual she gave to Wang Tianfang. I didn't expect Yun Shu to have mastered them so well.

"What a brilliant grappling technique!"

Li Zheng shouted, and his left hand, which had been behind his back, finally reached out. He didn't try to break free, but instead formed a claw with his five fingers, precisely gripping Yun Shu's ankle. With a jerk of his arm, he swung Yun Shu up in the air.

Yun Shu remained calm while suspended in mid-air. She spread her legs, straightened her back, and used the momentum of Li Zheng's swing to deliver an elbow strike straight to Li Zheng's face.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

There are no fancy moves, only practical combat techniques aimed at killing the enemy and winning.

Li Zheng had no choice but to take a half step back, using his left hand to defend and block the elbow strike. With a muffled thud, Li Zheng felt a slight numbness in his palm.

Without pausing after landing, Yun Shu pressed on. Fists, elbows, knees, legs—her attacks were like a storm, specifically targeting the weakest joints and vital points. Her moves were ruthless, cunning, and executed with lightning speed.

The old man and the child moved swiftly around the field. Li Zheng, who initially dealt with the situation with one hand, was forced to use both hands. The smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by deep shock.

He understood.

This girl's moves contain absolutely no trace of the traditional martial arts routines of the Great Liang Dynasty. All her actions serve only one purpose: to cause maximum destruction with minimal force.

"Bang!"

The two exchanged blows. Li Zheng placed his palm on Yun Shu's shoulder, while Yun Shu's fist stopped three inches below Li Zheng's ribs.

"Stop!" Li Zheng withdrew his hand, took two steps back, and exhaled a long breath.

Wang Yunshu was panting heavily, her forehead covered in fine sweat, but her eyes shone brightly: "Grandpa Li, I haven't mastered this 'Mountain-Leaning' move yet, otherwise you would have taken three steps back just now."

Li Zheng looked down at his ribs, his muscles throbbing slightly. He raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Wang Jinzhu on the sidelines.

"Wang family girl," Li Zheng's voice deepened, tinged with a soldier's fervor, "are the techniques Yun Shu has learned the same ones Tian Fang used to train the elite troops in the elite battalion?"

Wang Jinzhu nodded: "Yes, Yunshu learned a little bit from her."

"Fur..." Li Zheng gasped.

A ten-year-old girl, having learned only a smattering of the technique, could force this battle-hardened veteran to fight with both hands, even forcing him to retreat half a step. Imagine if this fighting style were mastered by five thousand robust, vigorous soldiers in their prime, charging into battle in formation…

A picture flashed through Li Zheng's mind: five thousand elite soldiers, like an indestructible dagger, easily tore through the enemy's heavily armored defenses.

"The nation's sharpest weapon, the elite warriors..." Li Zheng muttered to himself, then suddenly turned to look in the direction of the elite warriors. "That kid Tianfang has a powerful weapon in his hands! Once these five thousand men are formed, the military formations and rules of the Great Liang will probably be completely overturned."