Group pet little lucky girl: Jiaojiao bag brings the whole family rich

Chapter 107 Little Tadpole

In Wu's courtyard.

Fat Miaoer and Li Xiaodao are still insisting.

One of them was dripping with sweat, bead-sized beads of sweat dripping down, soaking his clothes.

One looked comfortable, with a pair of big smart eyes rolling around, looking around.

"Don't move!" Wu Yong reminded.

The appointed time was coming soon, if Fat Miaoer had surprised him at first, now he was really shocked.

six years old!

Zamabu is easy for an hour, what a talent this must be, Wu Yong can't help but wonder.

"Okay, it's time."

The last session of incense burnt out, Wu Yong announced the end.

"Bang!" Li Xiaodao fell to the ground, his whole body was sore and numb, as if there were countless ants crawling around.

"This is the end?"

Fat Miao'er straightened up, flicked her short legs, left three times and right three times, twisted her neck, twisted her buttocks, moved and stretched her body.

Seeing this, Li Xiaodao gritted his teeth and tried his best to get up from the ground.

He can lose, but he can't be cowardly.

"Little fat meow, you are in good health."

Wu Yong beckoned and called her to his side for a closer look.

Except for a thin trace of sweat on her forehead, she didn't show a trace of fatigue.

"Practiced at home?" Wu Yong was surprised.

His family is very close to Lao Zhou's. Although he has been away for many years, he has heard a little about Dashi Village. No one in Lao Zhou's family practiced martial arts.

"No!" Fat Miao'er shook her head.

Opening his mouth and grinning, he said triumphantly, "I just exercise every day."

The shit-shoveling officer once said that the body is the capital of the revolution. In modern times, the shit-shoveling officer would go to the square every morning...to walk the cat.

Exercise?

"How do you exercise?"

"Show me the gestures." Wu Yong became interested.

Fat Miao'er nodded, walked to the center of the yard, and repeated her daily exercise.

Wu Yong found this set of movements quite interesting, and it simplified the complexities. A set of movements drives the joints of the whole body.

Can't help but ask: "You figured it out yourself?"

"Of course not." Fat Miao'er shook her head violently.

"Who did you learn from?" Wu Yong asked.

"A very important person." Fat Miao'er said without thinking.

In fact, she learned it from the shit shovel officer when she did morning exercises with the shit shovel officer.

Important person?

Wu Yong stared at Fat Miao'er, saw that he was vague and refused to mention his name, and did not force him, so he said, "Is there anything else?"

"Other?"

Fat Miao'er scratched his head and thought for a long time.

"Okay, I get it now."

As she spoke, she ran back to where she was just now, put on a horse stance, and raised her hands upwards at the same time.

A big watermelon, cut in half with a knife, left half, right half, all gone.

"What is this? It's too slow." Wu Yong sneered.

Fat Miao'er paused when he raised his leg: "You look down on Tai Chi."

"This kung fu is called Tai Chi?"

"Yes!" Fat Miao'er nodded.

This set of Tai Chi was practiced by her grandparents in the park, and she wrote it down after watching too much.

In TV dramas, Tai Chi is amazing.

Zhang Sanfeng's unique skill.

"It's not good to be soft." Wu Yong snorted.

"The pursuit of martial arts is strength and bravery, otherwise how to fight and kill people, watch!"

Wu Yong walked to the weapon rack, picked up a big knife, and started playing in front of several people.

"Shh!"

The long knife seemed to cut through the sky, and the silver light was very dazzling under the refraction of the sun.

"Bang! Bang!"

Stepping on the ground with steady steps, every step is full of power, combined with that set of flowing movements, in the eyes of several people, they can only feel the blood bursting.

"Okay!" Compass shouted, applauding excitedly.

Li Xiaodao stared straight at him, with a frenzied look on his face, he couldn't even blink his eyes.

Even Fat Miao'er thinks this set of movements is very powerful and suitable for fighting. In comparison, Tai Chi seems not majestic enough.

"I want to learn!"

"I want to learn this!"

Several people scrambled to shout again.

After finishing a set of kung fu, Wu Yong stopped his movements, and with a light throw, the long knife fell back onto the weapon rack.

"I'm here for the time being today, and if I want to practice, I'll come over tomorrow morning and continue the zama step."

"I still have to step forward..." the Compass Monster cried out, with a look of disappointment on his face.

Hearing this, Wu Yong snorted coldly.

"I want to run before I have learned to walk. If you want to learn this set of saber techniques, you must master the basic skills, otherwise you will have nothing to do with a single enemy."

Wu Yong licked his lips, raised his hand, and traced the scar on his forehead with his fingertips.

This scar was left by him fighting bandits during his bodyguard again.

That time they suffered a lot of casualties and lost a lot of good hands to be able to protect the bodyguards. He will always remember the embarrassment at that time, and take this as a warning, and practice martial arts day and night, so that he can protect the bodyguards in the future. He was safe and sound, and retreated from the body.

……

When he got home, Li Xiaodao slumped on the chair.

Compass and Wei Shu persisted for a short time, but they were fine. One took out the abacus and lay down at the table to practice abacus, while the other sat opposite, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and began to practice calligraphy.

Liu Ye'er and Fat Miao'er went back to the Westinghouse, took out scissors and a sewing basket, and started cutting the pink fabric.

"Fat Meow, don't move, I'll measure it for you."

Liu Ye'er grabbed Fat Miao'er, who couldn't sit still for a moment, took out a ruler and made a few gestures on her body, noting down the size.

One side said: "It's already cold, I want to make your little skirt and jacket quickly, and there are big brother, second brother, and third brother."

Liu Ye'er sighed, she just learned needlework not long ago, her speed was very slow, making so many clothes all at once, it was really difficult for her.

"Sister, I'm not in a hurry, you can do it for the eldest brother, the second brother, and the third brother first!" Fat Miaoer shook his head.

She has a jacket, which she wore when she was in the old Zhou's house. Although it is a little short, it can be used against others, unlike Li Xiaodao and the others, who were born as beggars, and their clothes are in tatters.

"If you really can't do it, go to the village and ask two aunts for help, and we will pay you."

Fat Miao'er waved her hand and spoke very brightly. She is a modern cat. Influenced by the ideas of the 21st century, it is normal for her to pay people to work.

Liu Ye'er felt incredible when she heard it, and shook her head again and again.

"No, no, I can do it."

Liu Ye'er clenched her fists, and if she couldn't do it, she would stay up late, or...it was too cold, so let them stay at home and avoid going out.

Liu Ye'er recalled the old days in the ruined temple, when winter came, they would wrap everything they could wear around their bodies, and then huddled under the quilt.

When it was time to go out to look for food, I would give all the clothes to that person, and they exchanged each other like this for winter after winter.

"Sister, come and see, little tadpole!"

After measuring the size, Fat Miao'er lay down next to the bucket as usual, and cried out in surprise when he saw the changes inside.

(End of this chapter)