883: C883 The Chosen One

C883 The Chosen One

1Yang Xuan held a very high position in Zhang Beijia's heart. Not only was Zhang Beijia grateful to Yang Xuan for giving him a second chance to be reborn, he was also grateful to Yang Xuan for giving him a different life.

At the same time, he admired Yang Xuan very much. Yang Xuan's brain, mind, ability, and that terrifying combat strength.

It could be said that Yang Xuan's position in Zhang Beijia's heart was infinitely close to that of a god.

However, at this moment, Zhang Beijia scolded Yang Xuan in his heart for the first time in his life!

Brother Yang, you son of a b * tch, why are you setting me up like this!

Initially, he had sent him to the mountain village primary school to teach, but now he felt very stifled in his heart.

However, when he later found out that there were two outstanding teachers here, he felt that Yang Xuan was taking care of him.

However, when he came here to do his first job, he realized that it was not Yang Xuan taking care of him, but that Yang Xuan was digging a grave for him!

He could not imagine how terrible it would be for a person to carry two stone blocks, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, and walk on a steep mountain road that even wild goats disliked. He even had to pour two buckets of water back and forth.

What was even more terrifying was that he had to repeat this process countless times until he filled up the reservoir behind the teaching building that was comparable to a small bathhouse!

Furthermore, his daily rations were merely two half-cooked boiled potatoes!

Teacher Zhu explained in this way that the resources in the mountain were scarce. As a newcomer, Teacher Zhang first had to do some work in order to receive the corresponding "salary." Otherwise, without doing anything, he would start freeloading. This didn't conform to the rules.

Fortunately, he had received extremely harsh hunger training and outdoor survival training in the training camp.

The mountains were filled with usable resources, so this was not a problem.

The difficult part was that even if he used his fastest speed every day and didn't even sleep or rest for twenty-four hours, he could only go back and forth three times at most.

In other words, the limit of his day was only six buckets of water.

Furthermore, the students in the reservoir were depleting their energy every day. No matter how much water he poured back, it would be impossible for him to fill up the reservoir even in a few lifetimes!

It was already past one o'clock in the morning.

The mountain village primary school located deep in the mountains had already fallen into a deep sleep together with the night.

The students in this school were all from the villages in the mountains. They had lived here for generations.

Planting crops, farming firewood, getting married and having children.

After raising their children, their children would inherit their mantle. They would plant crops, harvest firewood, marry, and have children again and again.

The poverty here far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people. The residents here had never even seen with their own eyes what cars looked like.

There was no internet, no communications, and no one even knew about their existence. It was as if they were a world of isolation.

There was once a person here who went to the county town at the foot of the mountain to ask for food for two years. When he came back, he became the most knowledgeable person in this mountain.

"Is there really that many big cars in the city?"

"The people in the city can eat meat for every meal?"

"It's so good at the foot of the mountain. Why did you come back?"

After countless envious gazes, someone asked a very important question.

That person raised his head to look at the vast horizon and heaved a long sigh. "The city is indeed good, but that's only for the people of the city. Other than gaining some experience over there, I'm not even comparable to the dogs in the city."

"Are the people of the city not allowing outsiders to live over there?"

One of them asked.

That person shook his head. "The city is very open. Many foreigners can live very well there."

"Then why can't you?"

Another person asked.

That person smiled bitterly and shook his head. "What's your name?"

"Goat egg."

The man asked, "Do you know how to write your own name?"

"No."

"That's right."

From that moment on, the residents of the mountain started to have a vague understanding of the word 'knowledge'.

However, they only had one concept.

The word 'knowledge' was undoubtedly something that they could only dream of.

They still lived their days of working and resting at sunset. They barely managed to fill their stomachs, and even a little salt was a luxury.

As for their next generation, if nothing unexpected happened, they would continue to live like this.

However, a few months ago, two young women suddenly appeared in the mountains.

A mountain village primary school was built.

The two women told the children that they could learn knowledge for free here.

Thus, the dozens of children in the mountain all came here.

In their eyes, these two young female teachers were simply like angels.

Their words were especially gentle, and there was always a smile on their faces. Every day, they would pass on all kinds of knowledge to them.

However, what they didn't know was that every time it was late at night, these two angel-like women would sit on the roof of the house and look up at the sky. One of them would hold a wine gourd and drink while chatting.

"Why do you think the Monarch would send a trash here?"

The woman in the green dress gently drank a mouthful of wine. It was obvious that she wasn't satisfied with Zhang Bei Jia's performance these two days. She muttered, "With his physical fitness, the limit of a day is only three times. This is the standard of the ordinary students in your Profound Army Soldier's training camp. "

Actually, for Zhang Beijia to be able to go back and forth three times in twenty-four hours under such conditions, this number was already very terrifying!

If it was an ordinary person, even a professional athlete with good physical fitness, not to mention going back and forth, being able to come back alive was already considered very outstanding.

The reason why the woman in the green dress said so was that Zhang Beijia was sent over by Yang Xuan.

Although it was not explicitly stated, since Yang Xuan had sent this person here and specifically instructed them to take good care of him, the meaning could not be clearer.

In this world, Zhang Beijia was the first and most likely the last person who could be taught one-on-one by the two of them at the same time.

In this world, there were countless people who wanted to become disciples of either of them. Among them, there was no lack of dragons and phoenixes among the people who had extraordinary physiques.

The reason was very simple. It was because the two of them were nicknamed Bamboo Leaf Green and God Killer Purple Yuan!

After Purple Yuan completed the painting of the peak of perfection, she came here alone and chose to be an ordinary mountain village teacher.

She had changed her clothes from an ever-changing dress to an ordinary T-shirt and jeans.

After Zhu Yeqing retired, he also chose to come here and find Zi Yuan. Together with Zi Yuan, he became a mountain village teacher.

No one could explain why she made such a choice, including herself.

Maybe it was because he had smoked and killed, or maybe it was because he had forgiven them, or maybe it was because he wanted to live a good life, or there were many reasons.

However, there was definitely one of them, and that was atonement.

If there was hell in this world, then the two of them would definitely be the super VIP that led to hell.

Even they themselves couldn't count how many creatures they had killed with their hands.

Their current life made them feel calm and steady, even though no matter what, they were destined to go to hell.

However, choosing this type of lifestyle would at least make them feel a bit more at ease.

If not for Yang Xuan personally greeting them, they would never have accepted disciples in their lives.

Therefore, it was enough to tell how lucky Zhang Beijia was. It was not an exaggeration to describe him as the Chosen One.

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