MTL - Farming, Learning Martial Arts, and Peace In the World (Farming And Learning Martial Arts To Bring Peace)-Chapter 10 Enamel tea jar

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It rained heavily all night, and the next morning, the whole ridge changed.

The mountain road was continuously washed away by the rain, and the original appearance was no longer visible.

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Wearing rubber shoes, Chi Qiaosong came to the farmhouse to check the situation of the one acre of thin fields.

"Fortunately, the lentils didn't fall down." After the inspection, he felt relieved. The protection of the thin field of one mu was still perfect, and the drainage ditches were dug deep.

Each shelf was inserted into the ground by him at least fifteen centimeters to ensure that it was firmly seated.

The lentil seedlings were all right, but the farmhouse had a problem. A stone tile on the brick roof cracked, causing water to leak in the house and soaking all the old newspapers.

These old newspapers, and many Chiqiaosong have not read them.

He had to take out the old newspapers and hang them on the bamboo fence to dry. The small stove where the medicine was boiled was also soaked in water and had to be taken out to dry. Then there are some hides, which also need to be hung out to air dry.

No big catch.

The animal skins are just some yellow wolf skins and grass rabbit skins. They are very small. It takes a long time to get together a fur coat. Afraid of winter.

Because of the rain, neither Chi Qiaowu nor Wen Moshan came to practice boxing.

Chi Qiaosong cleaned up the farmhouse, replaced the broken stone tiles, and began to practice fists and feet. He itched every day if he didn't practice. And martial arts must be maintained for a long time, otherwise the body's blood will slowly decay.

A martial arts master, if he doesn't exercise for three years, his qi and blood will decline into the category of normal people.

But if you are diligent every day, even if you live to seventy or eighty years old, or even live to one hundred years old, you can still maintain your martial arts realm and strength, and your endurance will be worse at most.

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The most regrettable thing for Chi Qiaosong is that martial arts cannot prolong life. Even the supreme and invincible external masters and internal masters still cannot escape the end of the dead bones in the tomb a hundred years later.

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

Youshangu is not included in this list—the claim that eating the meat of the youshangu can prolong your life by one year is just a joke made by an old hunter, which exaggerates the power of the youshangu.

If you really want to prolong your life, you can't stop it for three dollars a pound.

Time passed by like a white horse, and a week passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Chiqiaosong dressed in new clothes, carried a snakeskin bag, and rode upside down on a donkey in the city. Riding a donkey upside down is a tricycle with a chariot in front of it. Slow speed is better than stability.

A ride only costs five cents.

But there are not many people sitting there. The rich like to take air chartered cars or rickshaws; the poor are reluctant to take cars.

In the past, Chi Qiaosong must have been reluctant to sit down and ride a donkey. Now, the nine hundred yuan in his pocket is his confidence—the consumption concept before crossing, and enjoyment is the main thing.

Through the crowded and chaotic streets, I came to the lecture hall next to the train station.

Sure enough, the door was opened, and some classmates who knew each other had already rushed over with their luggage.

"Chiqiao Song!"

I heard someone calling me from a distance.

Chi Qiaosong got out of the car with a snakeskin pocket, and walked over to the voice. It was a boy of the same age, with a meticulous split hair and pimples on his face.

"Why did you come? I came yesterday." The young man's name is Li Weiwei, and his family owns a rice shop.

"Are the teachers back?"

"I came back yesterday, and there is no shortage of one. Last night, I had a dinner at the Mokan Grand Hotel. I heard that the teachers went to the battlefield with the commander, and they took up three counties without much fighting!"

Li Weiwei's martial arts qualifications are comparable to those of his predecessors, but he is lively and well-informed: "Oh, by the way, our chief lecturer has not returned."

"Huh?" Chi Qiaosong was surprised, "What happened to Chief Luo?"

"I have been transferred to the Municipal National Martial Arts Museum, and I have been promoted to professor. I heard that it is a breakthrough, and I have become an advanced master. My dear, there is another master under the command of the commander."

Corporal warriors, warriors, and warriors of the three realms; masters, masters, and grandmasters of the three realms.

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

Only a few people can break through the key and feel the qualifications of "teacher".

"Who is the chief now?"

"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou is a veteran warrior. Before Chief Luo, regardless of his daily life, Mr. Zhou was in charge." Li Weiwei shrugged, "But who is the chief lecturer has nothing to do with us... I suspect that the next round will be dismissed. Student, there is me... Fortunately, I have you to accompany me."

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

You have to learn something to keep learning.

Of course Chi Qiaosong would not be persuaded to quit 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 something to gain.

In the dormitory, Chi Qiaosong was not the first to come.

Two people have already come first in the four-person room. The two are chatting happily, and they don't say hello when they see Chi Qiaosong.

Chiqiaosong didn't care either.

Both of them were children from wealthy families in the county town. They were very arrogant and only played with people from the same family background.

So he put the salute and went to the reading room in the lecture hall. The reading room usually ordered newspapers and magazines. He didn't like reading books before, but he liked it very much.

I flipped through the book and read the newspaper, and before I knew it, it was noon.

When we got back to the dormitory, the third roommate also came back, wearing crumpled patched clothes, sweeping the floor with a broom: "Chi Qiaosong, where have you been, I didn't find you."

He is tall and big, but his voice is soft, and his character is honest and loyal, even weak, just like his name - Wang Minzhong.

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

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

The other two roommates directly instructed: "Wang Minzhong, before we start dinner, sweep the floor on our side and clean it up a bit. In the afternoon, the teacher will check the dormitory."

Attitude is bossy.

Wang Minzhong nodded in agreement: "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 feet of the two of them: "Sweep your own site, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Or arrange a duty schedule and take turns cleaning every day.”

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

The other round face also stood up and stared at Chi Qiaosong together.

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

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

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

Wang Minzhong carefully pulled Chi Qiaosong's arm: "It's alright, I'll clean it up."

Chi Qiaosong ignored it and said to himself, "There are national laws and family rules. Since we live in this dormitory, we must set the rules. I used to be too lazy to talk about it. From now on, I will follow the rules I set."

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

"You're a goofball again, and you 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 jar on Chen Hai's table, and squeezed it with his hand, and the enamel tea jar that was not damaged by a hammer immediately collapsed.

Then, Chiqiaosong pulled out with his hands again, and broke the deflated enamel tea jar back.

Put it on the table with a click.

The tea jar is not rotten, only two creases are left, which means that this enamel tea jar has undergone some pulling just now.

The scene quieted down.

Chi Qiaosong patted Wang Minzhong's shoulder and shouted, "Let's go, let's have dinner."

Leaving Chen Hai and Mao Sanjian behind, looking at the enamel teapot, their faces turned blue and white, but they didn't dare to say anything more - occasionally showing a hand, it was really very effective.