Farming, learning Wu, and peace in the world

Chapter 10 Enamel Tea Jars
It rained heavily all night, and early the next morning, the whole ridge changed a bit.

The mountain road was continuously washed by the rain, and the original appearance could no longer be seen. The trees and weeds were swaying here and there, and the young leaves contained water droplets, and they were shy.

pat.

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Wearing rubber shoes, Ikehashi Matsu came to the farmhouse to check the situation of an acre of Susukida.

"Fortunately, the lentil racks are not down." After the inspection, he was relieved that the protection of the one-acre Susukida was still perfect, and the drainage ditches were dug very deep.

He inserted each shelf at least fifteen centimeters into the ground to make sure it was stable.

The lentil seedlings were fine, but something went wrong with the farmhouse. A stone tile on the brick roof cracked, causing water to leak in the house, and all the old newspapers were wet.

These old newspapers, and many Ikehashi-matsu have never read them.

He had to take out the old newspapers and hang them on the bamboo fence to dry. The small stove for boiling medicine was also soaked in water and had to be taken out to dry.Then there are some animal skins that also need to be hung out to dry.

No big game was caught.

Animal skins are just yellow wolf skins and grass rabbit skins, which are very small, and it takes a long time to save up a fur coat—he prepared it for Chi's mother. In his memory, the winter in Jiangyou Province was wet and cold, and Chi's mother I am most afraid of winter.

Because of the rain, neither Takeshi Chihashi nor Wen Moshan came to practice boxing.

Ikehashi-matsu tidied up the farmhouse, replaced the broken stone tiles, and began to practice boxing and kicking. If he didn't practice for a day, his whole body was itchy.Moreover, martial arts must be maintained for a long time, otherwise the body qi and blood will slowly decay.

For a master of martial arts, if he does not exercise for a few years, his blood will decline.

But if you work hard every day, even if you live to be 80, [-], or even [-] years old, you will still be able to maintain your martial arts realm and strength, and at most your endurance will become worse.

Also.

Much to Ikehashimatsu's regret, martial arts does not guarantee immortality, even the supreme and invincible masters of external skills and celestial masters of internal skills can only prolong their lifespan by one or two years.

After that, he still couldn't escape the ending of the dry bones in the tomb.

But there is also good news. Some of the treasures of heaven, material and earth can prolong life.

Youshangu is not included in this list - the saying that eating the meat of Youshangu can prolong your life by one year is just a joke made by old hunters to exaggerate the power of Youshangu.

If you really want to prolong your life, you can't stop it with three yuan a catty.

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Time flies like a white horse, and a week passes in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Chi Qiaosong put on new clothes, carried a snakeskin bag on his back, and rode on a donkey in the city.Riding a donkey upside down is a tricycle with the bucket in front. It is slow and stable.

A trip costs only fifty cents.

But there are not many people sitting there. Rich people like to take gas chartered cars or rickshaws; poor people are reluctant to take cars.

In the past, Ikehashi-song must have been reluctant to ride a donkey backwards. Now the 900 yuan in his pocket is his confidence-the consumption concept before time travel is mainly to enjoy.

Walk through the crowded and chaotic streets and come to the lecture hall next to the train station.

Sure enough, the gate has opened, and some acquaintances have rushed over with their luggage.

"Ikehashi pine!"

He heard someone calling himself from a distance.

Ikehashisong got out of the car with a snakeskin bag and followed the voice. It was a boy of the same age, with a meticulous two-part hair and pimples shining on his face.

"Why did you come here? I came yesterday." The young man's name is Li Weiwei, who owns a rice shop at home.

"Have all the teachers returned?"

"I came back yesterday, and there is no shortage of one. I was having dinner at the Mokan Hotel last night. I heard that the teachers went to the battlefield with the commander. They didn't fight much, and they occupied three counties!"

Li Weiwei's martial arts qualifications are comparable to those of his predecessor, but he is lively and well-informed: "Oh, by the way, our chief lecturer hasn't come back."

"Huh?" Ikehashimatsu was surprised, "What happened to Chief Luo?"

"I was transferred to the Municipal Martial Art Museum, and I was promoted to a professor. I heard that it was a breakthrough and advanced to a master. My dear, there is another master under the commander's command."

The corporal is a strongman, warrior, and warrior of the three realms; the guru is a master, master, and great master of the three realms.

From a warrior to a master, although there is only one realm gap, it is a natural gap.Throughout the journey of martial arts, countless people are stuck in the realm of samurai.

Only a few people can break through the barriers and touch the qualifications of "teachers".

"Then who is the chief now?"

"Ms. Zhou, Mr. Zhou is a veteran warrior. Before Chief Luo, Mr. Zhou was in charge of his daily life." Li Weiwei shrugged his shoulders, "But whoever is the chief lecturer has nothing to do with us... I doubt the next round of persuasion For my students, there is me...Fortunately, I have you to accompany me."

The Martial Arts Hall is not a place to hang around, and it is not a place where you can hang around for a long time after paying the tuition.

You have to learn something in order to continue learning.

Of course Ikehashisong will not be persuaded to leave again, he shook his head: "I'll go to the dormitory first."

"Well, you go, I'll wait for someone, hehe." Li Weiwei showed a lewd smile, he has been pursuing a female student in the martial arts hall, thinking about martial arts and love, there is always one thing to gain.

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In the dormitory, Ikehashi Song was not the first to come.

There were already two people in the room of four who came first, and the two were chatting happily, and they didn't say hello when they saw Ikehashisong, as if there was no Ikehashisong.

Ikehashi Matsu didn't care either.

Both of them were children from rich families in the county town, very arrogant, they only played with people from the same family background.

So he put away his salute and went to the reading room in the martial arts hall. There are newspapers and magazines ordered in the reading room on weekdays. He didn't like reading books before, but he liked them very much.

Flipping through the books and reading newspapers, before I knew it, it was noon.

When I returned to the dormitory, the third roommate also came back, wearing crumpled and patched clothes, sweeping the floor with a broom: "Ikehashi Song, where have you been, I didn't find you."

He is tall and big, but his voice is soft, and his personality is honest and honest, even weak, just like his name——Wang Minzhong.

"I'm going to the reading room to read some newspapers, have you eaten yet, let's go together?"

"Okay, wait until I finish sweeping the floor."

The other two roommates directly ordered: "Wang Minzhong, before we eat, sweep our side of the floor and clean it up. The teacher will check the dormitory this afternoon."

Attitude bossy.

Wang Minzhong nodded obediently and agreed: "Oh good."

Chi Qiaosong frowned slightly, grabbed the broom in Wang Minzhong's hand, first swept the floor beside his bed indiscriminately, and then threw the broom at the two people's feet: "Sweep your own site by yourself, or arrange a duty schedule, every day Take turns cleaning."

"Fuck, Ikehashimatsu, what do you mean!" The square face of the two got up from the bed and stared at Ikehashimatsu.

The other round face also stood up and stared at Ikehashi Song together.

In the dormitory in the past, although Ikehashi Song was not cowardly, he did not dare to speak loudly.

Chi Qiaosong looked over calmly: "Chen Hai, Mao Sanjian, don't you understand what I said?"

The one with the square face is called Chen Hai, and the one with the round face is called Mao Sanjian.

Wang Minzhong pulled Chi Qiaosong's arm carefully: "It's okay, I'll sweep it."

Ikehashi Song ignored it, and said to himself: "The state owns the state law, and the family has family rules. Since I live in this dormitory, I have to make a charter. I didn't bother to talk about it in the past. From now on, I will follow the rules I set."

"Hehe, you took the wrong medicine, it's funny!"

"You're an idiot again, and you still have to set the rules!"

Chen Hai and Mao Sanjian laughed.

But the next moment, they couldn't laugh anymore.

Chi Qiaosong didn't say much, just picked up the enamel tea mug on Chen Hai's table, squeezed it with his hand, and the enamel tea mug, which couldn't be broken even with a hammer, deflated immediately.

Then, Ikehashisong pulled it out with his hands, and broke back the deflated enamel tea mug.

Tap it on the table.

The tea mug was not broken, only a few cracks were left, which meant that this enamel tea mug had been pulled and pulled just now.

The scene quieted down.

Chi Qiaosong patted Wang Minzhong on the shoulder and shouted, "Let's go, let's eat."

Chen Hai and Mao Sanjian were left behind, looking at the enamel teapot, their faces turned blue and white, but they didn't dare to say anything more—it was really effective to show their hands once in a while.

(End of this chapter)