Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 3 The Dock
At noon, I ate roasted pine nuts and elm noodles.

The pine nuts were picked up by Zhao Lin yesterday, and the elm noodles are made by grinding corn and rice bran into flour to satisfy hunger.

This kind of bran noodles has poor viscosity and cannot be mixed with water. It needs to be added with ground elm bark and mixed together to make pasta.

Yupi Nian is very hungry, but going to the bathroom will be very painful if he eats too much.

After the food was eaten, the spirit beast picture in Zhao Lin's mind began to change.

A faint white mist appeared in the first grid, like the moisture on the glass in winter, gathering at the bottom of the grid.

The white mist was released slowly, and Zhao Lin felt a stream of hot air flowing down from the top of his head.

Neck, chest, arms, back, waist and abdomen... Wherever the heat flow passes, vitality will be born there.

After a while, the white mist was completely released, and the physical changes also stopped.

"If you don't eat well, you only have such a little vitality!"

Zhao Lin was not surprised. According to the memory in his mind, the white mist was the vitality extracted from the food by Ling Beast Tu.

The spirit guides the vitality and promotes the evolution of the body.

The spirit of the old scalper guides these vitality to strengthen the body and strengthen Zhao Lin's strength.

If what he absorbed was the spirit of a dog, then what evolved was his olfactory system.

However, his current strength is still far from that of a bull, and this is a gradual and continuous process.

"Father and mother, I want to find a job in the county town."

Zhao Lin said to his parents solemnly.

He wants to make money and eat meat!
Only by eating well and eating well can it provide enough vitality for the spirit beast map.

"To the county?"

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother were taken aback when they heard the words.

Zhao's mother was the first to react, and said: "The county is too far away, and those who are not familiar with the place of life should go to the town if they want to go."

"By the way, your brother has worked in Jin Dahu's house, find someone to talk about it, maybe it will work."

Zhao Lin shook his head lightly, "The big family of Jin recruits short-term workers, and they change workers every three days, and I heard that there are many people looking for jobs recently, and the wages are kept very low."

"There are also many people entering the city..."

Father Zhao took the conversation and said, "In the surrounding villages, I know that two people have made a living in the city. One is a blacksmith and the other knows how to grind tofu."

"Our family is a farmer. We don't have any special skills. We can only work hard when we go to the city. You are only sixteen during Chinese New Year. I'm afraid you won't be able to compete with those strong men."

Zhao Lin suddenly smiled and said, "Father and mother, you don't know that after a serious illness, my strength suddenly increased."

In order to reassure the second elder, he decided to show his strength.

"Have you recovered from your illness and become stronger?" The two elders looked at each other.

"If you don't believe me, watch."

As Zhao Lin spoke, he walked into the yard, and his parents didn't know why, so they also walked out.

There was a stone mill for milling grain in the yard. Zhao Lin grabbed the bottom of the mill trough with one hand, and lifted the mill over his head.

The stone roller is not too heavy, but if one hand is raised casually, even the strong men in the village may not be able to do it.

Father Zhao was dumbfounded, "Why do you..."

Mother Zhao couldn't see clearly, she tilted her head and asked, "What did Lin'er do?"

"He lifted the stone roller with one hand."

"Put it down, don't get hurt!"

Zhao Lin put down the stone roller and clapped his hands, "Father and mother, do you believe me now?"

Father Zhao nodded repeatedly, "Okay, with my son's strength, maybe he can find a job."

Mother Zhao said: "It's almost noon, why don't we go tomorrow."

Zhao Lin took down the gourd from the hanger, filled it with water and tied it around his waist, and said, "I'll go and ask first, the sooner we negotiate, the sooner we can make money."

Zhao's mother hurried back to the house and brought out a few bran cakes, "Here, eat it if you're hungry on the way!"

Zhao Lin's eyes became hot, he put the pancakes into his arms, turned around and strode out.

"Do you know the way to go?"

"My child, be careful on the road."

The second elder urged behind him, Zhao Lin waved and said, "Father and mother, don't worry, you can wait for me at home."

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Qinghe County is more than 20 miles away from Sanjia Village. Zhao Lin and his elder brother went to the city once last year when the grain was delivered.

He thought about it last night, although the town can also make money, but if you want to understand the world in depth, you should still be in a bustling county town with a lot of people.

Speeding all the way, we arrived at the east wharf of the county seat at about one o'clock in the afternoon.

Qinghe County is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and has favorable geographical conditions. It is also one of the largest counties in Yingzhou. Together with the surrounding villages and towns, the registered permanent residence exceeds 20.

In winter, the small river freezes, but the big river flows smoothly.

There are many fishing boats, passenger ships, and merchant ships moored at the pier, and the flow of people goes up and down, bustling and lively.

Some strong men who were busy carrying goods attracted Zhao Lin's attention.

These people were all wearing white waistcoats, black belts around their waists, and a sweat towel, obviously they had a unified organization.

Zhao Lin observed for a while, and determined that these people were the dock workers he was looking for, and they were called Lifu in this era.

"Brother, who is the person in charge here?"

Zhao Lin grabbed a simple-faced Li Fu and asked.

Li Fu was stunned for a moment, and without asking the reason, he looked towards the direction of the embankment, "This pier is under the management of Mr. Bang, and the one in the silk robe is that."

Zhao Lin followed his gaze and saw a big man with a purple face sitting on a wide chair by the bank.

The big man crossed his legs, held a teacup in his hand, and sipped slowly. Two attendants stood behind him, looking very dignified.

Zhao Lin thanked him, walked straight to the big man, and saluted with crossed hands, "Master Bang, I want to work here, do you think it's okay?"

Lord Bang didn't even look at him, and snorted, "My subordinates are all strong and strong men, your body is not good."

The entourage standing behind him echoed his words: "We are all working hard here, you can't do it, go back."

Zhao Lin is now about 1.7 meters tall, which is not short in this era, but because of lack of nutrition, his body is relatively thin.

"I have strength." Zhao Lin said in a deep voice.

Lord Bang waved his hand, and said impatiently: "Kids are blowing their minds, go and go, don't make a fuss here."

Zhao Lin knew it was useless to just talk, so he glanced around and saw a Lifu passing by pushing a wheelbarrow, which was full of briquettes.

"excuse me!"

Zhao Lin stopped Lifu, took the wheelbarrow, grabbed the side of the wheelbarrow with both hands, and with all his strength, he lifted the cart and coal over his chest.

Master Bang couldn't calm down anymore, he shook his hand, and the tea soup splashed out, he said in surprise, "You, have you practiced martial arts?"

It turns out that there are warriors in this world... Zhao Lin's heart moved, but he replied: "I haven't practiced, I was born."

"Natural power?"

Mr. Bang frowned, thinking that some dandy was here to amuse me, and asked, "What's your name, and where did you come from?"

Zhao Lin replied: "My Zhao Lin is a farmer at the foot of Baitou Mountain. I stay at home in winter and go to the city to find work. I beg Lord Bang to help me."

Seeing Zhao Lin's frank expression, Master Bang didn't seem to be fake, he was not sure about his background for a while, and said in a deep thought: "You have such strength, but you can afford this bowl of rice."

"Thank you, Mr. Bang."

Zhao Lin breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How about the wages?"

"The wages are settled daily, and will be paid after work, but I have to pay half of the money to me."

"half?"

"Don't worry too much, the rules are the same everywhere, besides, the money is a matter of black and white, and I don't have much money in my hands."

"Then follow the rules."

Zhao Lin heard his father and brother talk about the experience of going out to work, and knowing the situation in the world, he continued to ask: "Then can I do it now?"

"of course can."

Master Bang spread his palms as he spoke, "Pay a deposit of [-] Wen first."

"This... I am penniless."

Zhao Lin patted his body, expressing that he had no money.

"No money? Then what if you ran away with the goods?"

Mr. Bang frowned, then waved his hand, "Forget it, my master is kind-hearted, and I will let someone take you to do it first. But five cents will be deducted from your wages every day for 20 days."

After speaking, he recruited a short and strong man, "Ma Jiu, you lead him to work today."

The short and strong man murmured, gave Zhao Lin a white waistcoat, and led him to a grain ship.

"Master Bang, what is the origin of this kid? You don't even charge a deposit?"

Zhao Lin left, and the entourage behind Master Bang asked.

Master Bang didn't speak, but raised his hand, and the attendant quickly handed him a stick of tobacco to light it for him.

"That cart of coal... at least it weighs about three hundred catties."

Mr. Bang took two puffs of dry cigarettes, and said slowly: "I don't believe him when he says he has never practiced martial arts. Wang Dana of the Tiger Head Gang is known as a master of strength, and I think it may not be much stronger than him in terms of strength. "

"In the area of ​​the East Wharf, which ordinary people don't shake their legs in front of my master? Look at what he is doing?"

"We're gangsters, we have to be bright in our tricks, and try not to offend those who don't know the details. Take a step back and say, even if it's just like what he said, it's an ordinary farmer, why don't you work for my master?"

Having said that, Mr. Bang proudly exhaled the smoke ring.

"He has great strength and does a lot of work. Shouldn't I get more money?"

The entourage expressed admiration, "Master Bang!"

(End of this chapter)