Chapter 295 Morning Exercise
Ke, kegle~
Before dawn, Zhang An’s big rooster that Wang Fang regarded as his treasure started to clock in for work.
Zhang An had already woken up and wanted to stay in bed for a while.
I was tortured by their sharp cries, and I lost all sleep in an instant. This is more effective than any high-power alarm clock.
Looking at Su Ying who was sleeping soundly in her arms, she smacked her lips from time to time and looked like she was sleeping very comfortably.
Zhang An gently took his hand out from under his wife's neck, fearing that he would wake Su Ying up.
Get out of bed, put on clothes, turned around and tucked Su Ying in, who was still sleeping.
"Mom, why don't you sleep more."
When Zhang An went downstairs, Wang Fang had already gotten up and started cleaning up the housework at home.
Although her family now doesn't have to work as hard with crops in the fields as before, Wang Fang still has a lot of things to do every day.
No matter what Zhang An said, she said she couldn't take any time off. She was a hard-working person and she felt uncomfortable every time she took time off.
So every morning, Wang Fang would get up early and do all the housework at home first.
When Zhang An and the others woke up, they felt refreshed and refreshed, and they continued to cook breakfast every day.
"I can't sleep anymore. Our big rooster crows like that, and I can't sleep without waking up."
Wang Fang's drowsiness has always been very light, and she will wake up if she makes the slightest noise.
"I also think it's a bit noisy. Why don't we kill it to honor our ancestors during the Chinese New Year this year."
Before Zhang An finished speaking, he was killed by Wang Fang. interrupted.
"You kid, we have so many chickens at home, don't we all rely on the big rooster at home? I can't bear to part with it."
In Wang Fang's eyes, this big rooster is a treasure.
Their big rooster is very fierce and can protect the chickens at ordinary times.
The chicks hatched in Zhang An’s house are all his seeds.
All roosters are good-looking and can grow meat, and all hens are good at laying eggs.
There are many hens in Zhang An’s family. They used to lay one egg a day until they finished one cycle.
Now there are two in three days, and the time for cuddling will not be shortened.
This has greatly increased the number of eggs laid, much more than before.
And Zhang An’s eggs are larger than other local eggs and taste better.
And this big rooster is very capable. Every day Zhang An’s family lets the chickens out, and at night it will bring them back to the pen.
If it were from another family, they would have to go out to catch the chickens, which would save Wang Fang a lot of trouble.
After pouring some warm water to wash up, it was already starting to get bright.
Zhang An stood in the yard, practicing boxing every morning.
Before starting, let’s play a piece of Ba Duan Jin to open up the body that has not yet woken up.
When your body feels slightly warm, you raise your hands and begin to enter the starting state of Tai Chi.
Zhang An, who just started to learn it, could only understand its form but not its spirit. Zhang Yixing said that it takes time to slowly understand it.
Since Zhang An started practicing boxing, his boxing speed has become slower and slower day by day, and he has become more and more into the state every day.
But he just couldn't get it right. Zhang An never felt the charm that Zhang Yixing told him.
However, Zhang An still persists every day, after all, idleness is idleness.
Unconsciously, Zhang An did not realize that he was fascinated by each move.
I saw Zhang An with his waist and hips drawn in, his knees slightly bent, his chest held in his chest, his back pulled up, and his head empty.
Slowly raise your hands to move your strength, and start exerting force on the wooden stake as usual.
At this time, Zhang An's whole person's aura was as strong as water carrying a boat. He should first strengthen the energy in his Dantian and then hang his head.
When he pushed his hands outward, a dark energy burst out from the inside out.
When it hit the wooden stake as thick as a bowl, there was only a crisp sound inside.
The eight energy movements have not yet been completed, and only the second one has been reached. Suddenly, Zhang An's eyes opened.
It seems as if something happened, as if there was a burst of spiritual light, and there is good luck here.
Finally found this feeling.
Zhang An’s eyes were bright and his hands were wrapped around the wooden stake.
Suddenly he pulled back and swung out his hands as fast as a dragon.
"Pa~"
There was only a crisp sound in my ears, and the wooden stake as big as the mouth of a bowl had broken in front of me.
This is the so-called dark energy.
Looking at the jagged fractures of the wooden piles, Zhang An couldn't help but murmured.
Although he is quite strong on weekdays, he cannot break it.
After the momentum arises, try pressing, picking, pushing, elbowing, and leaning in sequence.
Finally, Zhang An's right shoulder hit the half-length wooden stake, and another crisp sound was heard.
The originally hard wooden stakes have broken into fragments of different sizes and turned into dry firewood.
Fortunately, this is not in later generations, otherwise if someone sees it, they will definitely say that Zhang An has obtained the true inheritance of their brother who has been practicing for two and a half years.
When Zhang An came back to his senses after collecting his energy, he found that Chen Ze had already gotten up and was staring at him in shock at the door.
Just now Zhang An had a new realization, so he was so absorbed that he didn't notice Chen Ze coming out.
“Hey, why did you get up so early? You shouldn’t have.”
Zhang An also looked at the time and found that it was only after seven o'clock. This man must still be dreaming, why did he get up?
"No, Zhang An, are you practicing Tai Chi?"
Chen Ze went to bed early last night and fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed, so he woke up early today.
As soon as I got up and walked out of the yard after washing, I saw Zhang An boxing in the yard.
They had long been accustomed to Zhang An's habit of practicing boxing.
But the scene in front of him just now shocked Chen Ze so much that he stared at him.
The wooden stake as big as a bowl broke into several pieces after being beaten by Zhang An.
Is this something that humans can do? Even if Chen Ze carried a big hammer on his own, it would take several times to break such a thick piece of wood.
“But how come this Tai Chi is different from what those old guys in the square do.”
There is a square not far from Chen Ze’s home, and many retired elderly people go there to exercise every day.
There are people who play various kinds of balls, people who play tops, and people who practice the game.
There is a group of people practicing Tai Chi there every day, and Chen Ze can see it every time he passes by.
"Actually, it's not much different. Their methods are simplified by the state system and are suitable for the public to learn."
Zhang An said with a smile, as if he was caught doing bad things. Feel.
Zhang An’s set of boxing techniques is different from those widely circulated.
This is something that Zhang Yi Xing’s sect has inherited from long time ago, although there are few people at the Broken Taoist Temple in Zizhu Mountain.
But there has never been a break in generations, even in the most difficult times in the past, they have been inherited.
So this set is one of the more complete genres that has been handed down at present.
However, Chen Ze understood this sentence, which meant that the trick they were playing was a castrated version, and there was no threat.
Otherwise, the country would not dare to let so many people study. After all, the old saying is true, a chivalrous man breaks the law with force.
He always thought that what Zhang An was doing was the same as what those old men and ladies were doing.
But today he realized what kind of health exercises Zhang An was doing.
This is obviously a legendary martial arts move, but Zhang An keeps saying that he is not a martial arts master.
"So those of them are all fake, and yours is the real martial arts move."
When Chen Ze thought about it, his eyes immediately lit up, this is the legendary martial arts. .
"Zhang An, let's talk about it. I will accept you as my teacher. You can teach me how to practice martial arts."
Wouldn't it be awesome if I learned this skill? Hey hey, hey hey hey.
"There is nothing true or false. The purpose of practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body. As long as this goal can be achieved, it is true."
Seeing Chen Ze lose his mind God giggled on the side, Zhang An shook his head,
"Forget it and become a disciple. If you want to learn, I will teach you. But this thing is easy to learn, but difficult to understand. It depends on whether you can persist."
When Chen Ze heard Zhang An's promise, he nodded with joy and urged Zhang An to teach him quickly.
In his life, he never thought that he would be so close to martial arts.
Zhang An looked at Chen Ze who couldn't wait and had no choice but to start teaching.
Even if Chen Ze cannot learn the essence, practicing every day can have the effect of strengthening his body.
It took some time, once, twice, three times.
In the end, Chen Ze can finally play with Panpan, but most people may not understand what he is doing.
"Okay, there are only so many things, and the rest can only be practiced by yourself."
Zhang An copied the scene that Zhang Yixing taught him, and kept it intact. Moved to Chen Ze's body.
"Well, I will definitely practice more frequently."
Chen Ze was already lost in admiration at this time. When talking to Zhang An, he even clasped his hands in fists. It's just that the weird posture of holding his fists almost made Zhang An laugh. Fortunately, Zhang An has received professional training and usually doesn't laugh.
Then Chen Ze practiced by himself in the yard, and Zhang An took out a pair of silver needles and started practicing finger strength.
Zhang An has a very good memory. He memorized all the acupuncture points on the human body in no time.
But his finger strength for inserting acupuncture requires more practice. Although his strength is not small, finger strength and strength are not the same thing.
Sometimes it needs to be deeper, and sometimes it needs to be shallower. Anyway, it depends on the situation.
The finger strength that can be adjusted independently in one hand requires continuous practice before it can be mastered.
After everyone else got up, Zhang An got up and went back to the house to help Wang Fang cook breakfast.
"Second Master, you have to go to the market, it's so early."
At this time, Huang Erye and Zhang Ping passed by the door with a carriage.
What was pulled immediately was the deer that was slaughtered yesterday, and was cushioned with a lot of straw.
"It's already late, it's almost nine o'clock now, and everyone who went early has finished their shopping."
It's true, people rushing to the market think it's early, but people setting up stalls only feel the time Night.
Many people who often set up stalls get up early in the morning and go to the streets before dawn.
Now there are no restrictions on setting up stalls in the town. You can just pick whatever you want to sell.
You can put it up wherever there is space, but someone will collect the booth fee.
Usually only two cents, one cent in the morning and one cent in the afternoon.
After collecting the money, he will give a receipt. When he comes again next time, he will show the receipt and there will be no need to pay again.
After breakfast, Zhang An divided the remaining deer meat from last night and went out carrying two pieces.
"Master, milk, it's too early to get it."
In Mr. Zhang's room where Zhang An came, the small iron stove was very warm.
When winter came last year, Zhang An went to the city and bought a small iron stove.
Then he filled in the fire pit that Mr. Zhang had been using at home.
The two old men are very old, and it would be inconvenient to bend down if they keep burning the fire pit.
"You can't eat what you've eaten, I'll cook it for you."
Seeing her grandson coming, the old lady got up with a smile and prepared to cook breakfast for Zhang An.
"Don't do it. I just put a bowl at home, and I can't eat this."
If Zhang An didn't hold the old lady back, she would really cook a big bowl.
"Okay, you bring the meat to make deer deer, your uncle cut it and there are still some deer deer."
"Milk, this is not cut, it's the deer I caught in the mountains. , come here in one piece for you and me to taste.”
The two old men actually knew about Zhang An’s trip to the mountains.
Zhang An came back last night, but because there were a lot of people at home, the two elders didn't go there either.
Hearing that it was deer meat, Mr. Zhang stretched out his hand to take it.
“Old lady, I just brought it to the pot at noon. I haven’t had anything to eat in years.” Shame.”
Although the old man and the old lady quarreled from time to time, they always smiled and there was no sense of quarrel at all.
"Haha, this is my eldest grandson's filial piety. Others haven't got it yet."
Which old man or lady in the village can be like them, and someone will come to give them things from time to time.
Zhang An would send some vegetables, meat, and wine made by himself every few days.
Especially the medicinal wine, which won the old man's favor.
It’s just that Zhang An didn’t allow them to drink more, which made the old man a little depressed.
"Xiao An is eating here for lunch."
The old lady ignored her old man's showing off and asked Zhang An to talk.
"Nai, there are still guests at home, so I won't eat here. Besides, I have to go to Grandpa Fourth's house."
After hearing Zhang An say that there are people at home, The old lady didn't keep Zhang An either.
However, he still held Zhang An's hand and asked about Su Ying's situation overtly and covertly.
The implication is that if there is any movement, they are eager to hug their great-grandson.
Finally, Zhang An was allowed to go back after Zhang An promised that he would definitely let them hold her in his arms next year.
“Grandpa Four, you are chopping firewood.”
When you arrive at Grandpa Four’s house, the old man is chopping the dry firewood he picked up in the yard so that it can be conveniently placed under the eaves.
"Anzi is here, Zhang Qi, bring a stool for your brother to sit on."
Seeing Zhang An, the old man smiled and shouted into the room.
Then a seven or eight-year-old kid came out of the room carrying a stool.
"Brother, give you a stool."
This is the youngest son of Zhang Jianfeng's family, Zhang An's cousin, one year older than Yanzi.
Like other children, Zhang Qi also likes to be next to Zhang An. After all, who doesn’t like a big brother who gives snacks or pocket money from time to time.
"Zhang Qi, how many points did you get in this exam?"
Zhang An asked with a smile, the little guy is in the second grade this year.
Last time the little guy got 100 points in the exam, he was beaten so badly by his father that the bamboo strips were all broken.
"Brother, let's not get the report card yet, we have two days."
In elementary school at this time, every student had a red book called a report card.
After each final exam, the school will tell them when to get their transcripts.
It has the final grades of each subject, and then there are the teacher's comments, and finally the parents need to sign it back.
Then you have to hand it in together with your holiday homework when school starts.
So in this era, few students dare to modify the numbers on their transcripts.
Because after correcting it, if I submitted it again and the teacher discovered it, I would definitely get another beating.
"Anzi is here." At this time, Zhang An's aunt came back from outside carrying a large basket of cabbage.
Everyone grows a lot of cabbage in the winter. The young ones are eaten by themselves, while the old ones from outside are chopped and cooked with corn noodles to feed the pigs.
"Why are you chopping so much cabbage?" Zhang An stood up and helped put down the basket full of cabbage.
“I can’t do it without cutting it. The pigs at home eat too much.”
“It’s okay. I’ll just let it go for a few more days and it will be easy then.”
It will be the day to kill the pigs in a few days, and most of the pigs left behind in the village will suffer.
"Auntie, this is a piece of deer meat. You made it for grandpa to taste."
"It's not Anzi, you killed the deer at home?"
When Fourth Master Zhang heard about the deer meat and the fact that he had slaughtered the deer at home for Zhang An, he immediately became anxious.
If nothing else, if the bare-headed deer looks good, it can be sold for thousands of dollars every year collecting incense, but it is an old hen that lays golden eggs.
If Zhang An was killed, it would be a waste of money. If nothing else, his old man would definitely ask for help.
“No, Fourth Grandpa, I went into the mountains yesterday and caught this. I couldn’t keep it, so I killed it for meat.”
After hearing that it was caught again, the old man relaxed. Come down
“Good guy, others haven’t been able to catch one for years, but you catch it every year.”
The old man has also caught deer deer before, but they were not big. Now Zhang An has already surpassed him.
After Zhang An chatted with his fourth grandfather for a while, he got up and went back.
The aunt also wanted to keep him, but knowing that there were guests at home, she was not polite.
On the way back, before reaching home, Zhang An saw three figures from behind outside the wall of his enclosure.
It seemed like they were pointing and talking, one of them, Zhang An, looked familiar from behind.
At this time, the few people in front suddenly turned around. After discovering Zhang An, they turned around and left in a panic.
Zhang An did not recognize two of these three people, but one of them was Li Laifu from the village.
Zhang An really had no impression of the other two people at all, and they were definitely not from the village.
Because the people in Changqing Village, whether they are in the upper village or the lower village.
Even if he works outside all year round, Zhang An will have an impression as long as he comes back once.
The more he thought about Zhang An, the more he frowned. What were these people doing sneakily here?
Looking at their appearance, they look a bit like those people from later generations stepping on the spot.
Looking at their figures, Zhang An couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
Without evidence, Zhang An would not do anything.
But he wanted to see what kind of trouble this person wanted to do when he came back.
(End of this chapter)