My village can't be like this

Chapter 295: Morning Exercise
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr~
Before dawn, the big rooster in Zhang An's family, which Wang Fang regarded as a treasure, started clocking in for work.

Zhang An had already woken up and wanted to lie in bed for a while.

After being tortured by their sharp calls, I fell asleep instantly, which is more effective than any powerful alarm clock.

Looking at Su Ying sleeping soundly in her arms, she smacked her lips from time to time, and she seemed to be sleeping very comfortably.

Zhang An gently pulled his hand from under his daughter-in-law's neck, for fear of waking Su Ying up.

Get out of bed and get dressed, turn around and tuck the quilt for Su Ying who is still sleeping.

"Mom, why don't you sleep a little longer."

When Zhang An went downstairs, Wang Fang had already got up and started to clean up the housework at home.

Although the family does not have to work on the crops in the field as much as before, Wang Fang still has a lot of things to do every day.

No matter what Zhang An said, she said that she couldn't take time off. She was already a hard worker, and she felt uncomfortable when she was free.

So every morning, Wang Fang would get up early and do all the housework at home first.

When Zhang An and the others got up, they were refreshed, and they insisted on cooking breakfast every day.

"I can't sleep anymore, our big rooster crows like that, we can't do without waking up."

Wang Fang's drowsiness has always been very light, and she will wake up at the slightest movement.

"I also think it's a bit noisy, why don't we kill it to respect our ancestors during Chinese New Year this year."

Before Zhang An could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Fang.

"You child, we have so many chickens in our family, don't we all rely on the big rooster at home, I can't bear it."

In Wang Fang's eyes, this big cock is a treasure.

The big rooster in their family is very fierce and can protect the chickens at ordinary times.

The chicks hatched in Zhang An's house are all of its kind.

All roosters are good-looking and can grow meat, and all hens are good at laying eggs.

Many hens in Zhang An's family used to lay eggs a day until the laying cycle was completed.

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.

Moreover, Zhang An’s eggs are larger than other local eggs and taste better.

And this big rooster is very capable. Zhang An's family releases all the roosters every day, and it will bring it back into the pen at night.

If it were someone else's, 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, the sky has begun to light up.

Standing in the yard, Zhang An practiced boxing unshakably every morning.

Before starting, let's start with a piece of Baduanjin to open up the body that has not yet woken up.

When your body feels slightly warm, raise your hands and begin to enter the starting state of Tai Chi.

Zhang An, who had 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 practiced boxing, the speed of boxing has been getting slower and slower day by day, and he has entered the state day by day.

But there is no way, Zhang An has never felt the charm that Zhang Xingxing told him.

But Zhang An still persisted every day, after all, idleness is idleness.

Unknowingly, Zhang An didn't realize that he was entranced with each move.

Zhang An's waist and hips were drawn in, his knees were slightly bent, his chest was held in his chest, his back was pulled up, and he was holding his head with strength.

Slowly raise your hands and start exerting strength against the stake as before.

At this time, Zhang An's momentum was like sailing a boat on water, his dantian qi was strengthened first, and his head hung second.

When he pushed his hands out, a dark energy burst out from the inside out.

When it hit the thick wooden stake, there was only a crisp sound inside.

The eight strengths have not been finished, only to the second, suddenly, Zhang An's eyes opened.

As if something happened, there seemed to be a flash of inspiration, and there was luck here.

Finally found such a feeling.

Zhang An's eyes were piercing, and he embraced the stake with both hands.

Suddenly he pulled back, and his hands swung out instantly like a swimming dragon.

"Crack~"

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 can't break it.

Afterwards, try pressing, picking, pushing, elbowing and leaning in sequence.

Finally, Zhang An's right shoulder hit the remaining half of the wooden stake, and another crisp sound was heard.

The originally hard wooden stakes have been broken into pieces of different sizes and turned into dry wood for the fire.

Fortunately, this is not in the later generations, otherwise if someone sees it, they will definitely say that Zhang An has already learned the true biography of their brother who practiced it for two and a half years.

When Zhang An regained his composure, he found that Chen Ze had gotten up and was staring at him dumbfounded at the door.

Just now Zhang An had a new understanding, so he was fascinated for a while, and 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 earlier 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 boxing practice.

But the scene in front of him just now shocked Chen Ze so much that his eyes narrowed.

The wooden stake with the mouth of a bowl broke into several pieces after being beaten up by Zhang An.

Is this something human can do?Even if Chen Ze carried the sledgehammer by himself, it would take several times to break such a thick piece of wood.

"But your Tai Chi, why is it different from those old men in the square?"

There is a square not far from Chen Ze's home, where many retired seniors go to exercise every day.

There are people who play various kinds of balls, people who play tops, and people who practice the game.

Among them is a group of people who practice 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 national system and are suitable for the public to learn."

Zhang An said with a smile, as if he had been caught doing something bad.

Zhang An's boxing method is different from those widely circulated.

This has been passed down from Zhang Yixing's sect, although there are few people in Zizhu Mountain.

But there has never been a generation gap, even in the most difficult time before, it has been inherited.

Therefore, this set can be regarded as one of the relatively complete genres handed down at present.

However, Chen Ze understood this sentence, which meant that the trick they played 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 hero 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 came to his senses, what kind of health exercises Zhang An is 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 a legendary martial art.

"Zhang An, let's have a discussion. I will take you as my teacher. You can't teach me martial arts."

Wouldn't it be majestic if you learned this skill?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 all true."

Seeing Chen Ze smirking in a daze, Zhang An shook his head,
"It's fine to be a teacher. If you want to learn, I will teach you, but this thing is easy to learn, but it is difficult to comprehend. Let's see if you can persevere."

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 was so close to martial arts.

Looking at Chen Ze who couldn't wait, Zhang An had no choice but to start teaching.

Even if Chen Ze can't 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 could finally play it again and again, but ordinary people may not understand what he is doing after watching it.

"Okay, there are only so many things, the rest is up to you to practice by yourself."

Zhang An copied the scene Zhang Xingxing taught him back then, and transferred it to Chen Ze intact.

"Well, I must practice more."

At this time, Chen Ze had already fallen into longing. When talking to Zhang An, he actually clasped his hands together.

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's memory is very good. It didn't take much time to memorize all the acupuncture points on the human body.

However, he needs to practice a lot on the finger strength of the needle. Although he has a lot of strength, finger strength is not the same as strength.

Sometimes it needs to be deeper, and sometimes it needs to be deeper. Anyway, it depends on the situation.

And the finger strength that can be adjusted independently in one hand can only be mastered after continuous practice.

After everyone else got up, Zhang An got up and went back to the house to help Wang Fang cook breakfast.

"Second Master, you guys are going to the market, it's so early."

At this time, Huang Erye and Zhang Ping passed by the door in a carriage.

The deer that was pulled immediately was the deer that was slaughtered yesterday, and it 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."

This is indeed the case. People who rush to the market think it is too early, but those who set up stalls will only think it is late.

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 town. You can just pick out whatever you want to sell.

You can put it up wherever there is space, but someone will collect the booth fee.

Generally, it is only [-] cents, [-] cents in the morning and [-] cents in the afternoon.

After receiving the money, he will give a receipt, and when he comes again next time, he will not need to pay again when he shows the receipt.

After breakfast, Zhang An divided up the remaining roe deer meat from last night, and went out with two pieces.

"Grandma, grandma, it's too early."

In Mr. Zhang's house 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 firepit that Zhang Erye had been using at home.

The two old people are old, and if they keep burning the fire pit, it is inconvenient to bend over.

"Eat it, you can eat it, I will 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 anymore, I just put a bowl at home, I can't eat it now."

If Zhang An didn't stop the old lady, she would really cook a big bowl.

"Okay, you bring the meat to make fun of, your uncle still has a lot of meat."

"Grandma, this isn't harvested, it's the roe that I caught in the mountains, and I'll share it here for you and my grandfather to taste."

The two old men actually knew about Zhang An's entry into the mountain this time.

Zhang An came back last night, but because there were a lot of people in the family, the two elders didn't go there either.

Hearing that it was deer meat, Mr. Zhang stretched out his hand to take it.

"Old woman, bring it to the pot at noon. I haven't had it for many years."

"Eat, eat, eat, eat, know how to eat in a day, and a person in his decades is not ashamed."

Although the old man and the old lady quarreled from time to time, they always smiled and there was no feeling of quarrel at all.

"Haha, this is my eldest grandson's filial piety. Others haven't got it yet."

Which old man and old lady in the village can be like them, someone will come to give things from time to time.

Zhang An would send some vegetables, meat, and wine made by himself every few days.

Especially the medicinal wine 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 will have lunch here."

The old lady didn't care about her old man's showing off, and pulled Zhang An to talk.

"Grandma, there are still guests at home, so I won't eat here, and besides, I have to go to the fourth grandpa's house soon."

After hearing Zhang An say that there were still people at home, the old lady didn't keep Zhang An.

But he still took Zhang An's hand and asked Su Ying's situation overtly and secretly.

The implication is that if there is any movement, they are eager to hug their great-grandson.

In the end, Zhang An was allowed to go back after Zhang An promised that they would definitely carry him next year.

"Fourth Grandpa, he's cutting firewood."

When I came to the fourth grandpa's house, the old man was chopping the dry firewood he picked up in the yard so that he could put it 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 boy lifted a stool out of the room.

"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.

The little guy got [-] points in the test last time, and was beaten so badly by his father that the bamboo sticks were broken.

"Brother, let's not get the transcripts yet. We have two days."

In elementary school at this time, every student has 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 it needs to be signed by the parents when it is taken back.

Then when school starts, you have to hand it in together with your holiday homework.

Therefore, in this era, few students dare to modify the numbers on the report card.

Because after I changed it, I handed it in again and was discovered by the teacher, so it would definitely be another severe beating.

"Anzi is here." At this moment, Zhang An's aunt came back from outside carrying a large basket of cabbages.

In winter, every family grows a lot of cabbage. The tender ones are eaten by themselves, and the old ones are cut up and cooked with corn noodles to feed pigs.

"How did my aunt chop so many cabbages?" Zhang An got up and helped to take down the basket full of cabbages.

"I can't do without chopping. The pigs at home are too aggressive to eat."

"It's okay, just let it go for a few more days, and then it will be easy."

In a few days it will be time to kill the pigs, and the pigs left in the village will basically suffer.

"Auntie, this is a piece of roe deer meat, you cook it for grandpa to eat."

"It wasn't Anzi, you killed the roe 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.

Not to mention anything else, if a tooth deer looks good, it can be sold for thousands of yuan every year for picking incense, but it is an old hen that lays golden eggs.

If Zhang An is slaughtered, he will be a prodigal, not to mention anything else, his old man will definitely ask for family law.

"No, Fourth Grandpa, I caught this in the mountains yesterday. I couldn't keep it, so I killed it for meat."

Hearing that it was re-catch, the old man relaxed
"Good guy, others have been unable to catch one for many years, but you catch it every year."

The old man had caught roe before, but it wasn't that big. Now Zhang An has 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 that they were pointing and talking, and Zhang An looked familiar from the back of one of them.

At this time, the people in front suddenly turned their heads, and when they found Zhang An, they turned around in a panic and left.

Zhang An didn't know two of the three people, but one of them was Li Laifu from the village.

The other two, Zhang An, really have no impression of them at all, and they are definitely not from the village.

Because the people in Changqing Village, no matter whether they are in the village or in the village.

Even if he works outside all the year round, Zhang An will be impressed once he comes back.

The more he thought about Zhang An, the more he frowned. What were these people doing sneakily here?

Looking at them like that, they are a bit like those people in later generations stepping on the spot.

Looking at their figures, Zhang An couldn't help narrowing 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)