My village can't be like this

Chapter 312 Inner Qi
"what???"

Upon hearing this, Zhang and his party were stunned.

He wasn't even that surprised when Zhang An told him that he had been able to stimulate An Jin.

"You really feel it?"

Zhang Yi Xing was very excited now, and unconsciously grabbed Zhang An with both hands.

This is Zhang An. Anyone else might not be able to withstand his strength.

"There is indeed a warm feeling, just in the lower abdomen. If you are lucky, it will start to spread everywhere."

I have never seen Zhang and his party acting so out of character, Zhang An affirmed cautiously.

Zhang Yixing had always been indifferent to Zhang An, as if nothing had anything to do with him.

This is the first time Zhang An has seen Zhang Yi Xing like this today.

"Anzi, this is the sense of Qi I just told you, the Qi we need to practice."

After receiving Zhang An's affirmation, Zhang and his party stared at Zhang An for a while before slowly speaking.

"You also know that practicing martial arts is to stimulate the potential in our bodies, and at the same time, it also overdraws our bodies."

"Especially after you master how to generate energy, it is an overdraft for the body."

"So if you look at some people who are still practicing Qigong, their bodies will basically be skin and bones after they are 60 or [-] years old."

"Many people say that they have reached the point of training their muscles and bones. That's nonsense. It's the consequence of overdrafting the body."

"At this time, the sense of Qi and inner Qi are very important."

"So this Qi is very important. It can reduce overdraft when our body is overdrafted, and at the same time regulate and cultivate our body."

"This thing is very mysterious. I haven't felt it yet. I just heard it from my master before. My ancestor could also feel it back then."

Zhang and his party calmed down and spent half a day telling Zhang An everything they knew.

"No wonder so many people are so overdrafted that they haven't given up yet. They are all pursuing a sense of energy."

After hearing so much, Zhang An finally understood that this "qi" was not unusual.

After all, practicing martial arts is harmful to the body, and the sense of Qi and inner Qi are too important. It is not unreasonable for so many people to pursue it.

"I must be reluctant to give up. It takes a lifetime to master martial arts. If you suddenly discover the sense of Qi and practice inner Qi, you can slowly make up for your previous shortcomings."

"So what everyone thinks is, since they are all overdrafted, why not try their luck in case they come into contact."

Zhang Yixing has been practicing for a lifetime, and his overdraft is actually quite serious.

It's just that he also specializes in medicine and has always paid attention to conditioning and cultivation.

After saying that, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and then looked at Zhang An with envy.

Zhang An, a kid, got something he had spent his whole life in poverty so easily.

Sure enough, everything in this world is fate and depends on talent and chance.

Zhang An fell into deep thought when he saw Zhang and his party like this.

According to Zhang Yixing, he didn't seem to have any talent in this area when he was a child.

But why is it so easy for him to master An Qi now, and also feel the sense of Qi.

Could it be that the space brought him benefits?

After thinking for a long time, Zhang An suddenly thought of space.

Because since he gained the space, his body seems to have been strengthened.

Not only has my body gotten better, my strength has gotten stronger, but my memory has also become much better than before.

The more he thought about it, the more Zhang An felt that it was the space that played a role.

"Chance is too mysterious. Don't think about it anymore. It just adds to your worries."

Zhang Yixing has been practicing Taoism for decades and has some own understanding of Taoist scriptures.

The Tao Te Ching mentions at the beginning that the door to all mysteries is as mysterious as it is mysterious, and that is just what happens.

He, who was still relatively disappointed just now, has now adjusted himself and his mentality has returned to a stable state.

However, he did not give up, and still asked Zhang An some questions about understanding the sense of energy.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't work, what if there is one sentence that can work.

Zhang An naturally knew everything, even though he didn't understand it clearly.

But apart from the space, every other detail was told to Zhang Yixing.

Unconsciously, the father and son entered into a state of discussion.

I don’t even know how much time passed, but I finally heard Heizi’s cry,

Zhang An, Zhang and his party realized that it was already dark, and they woke up.

But it was not without gain. Zhang An learned a lot of things from Zhang Yixing that he didn't know before.

Zhang Yixing also had a better understanding of the mysterious thing called Qi.

"Oh, it's already getting dark and it's time to cook. Little Heizi is so hungry that he can't stand it anymore."

Looking at the little Heizi calling, Zhang An said with a smile, then got up to prepare to cook.

It was getting dark now, and he had no intention of going home for dinner.

I already said hello when I came out. I guess dinner has been finished at home by now.

So Zhang An planned to stay, make the bottom of the pot, and kill the fish.

Wouldn't it be nice to have fish fillet hotpot with Zhang and his party later?

Zhang and his party got up, washed the rice and put it on the fire to boil, and Zhang An started to kill the fish.

Zhang and his party had no intention of competing with Zhang An about cooking.

Although he has lived alone for so many years, cooking is a trivial matter.

But compared with Zhang An, the difference in taste is a bit big. After all, being able to cook is not the same as being able to cook well.

While Zhang An was killing fish and washing vegetables, Zhang and his party had already lit a small stove.

This is a small medicine stove that was often used to cook medicine. It would be best to use it for hot pot later.

Making a fire is also very simple. Just put two burning coal balls in the large stove and put them in the small medicine stove. It will light up in a while.

When slicing the fish, Zhang An made a point of slicing it thicker.

Because he has a habit of cutting everything very thinly.

And if the fish fillet is sliced ​​thin, it will not be satisfying to eat later.

The two of them ate, but Zhang An only slaughtered one fish.

The mandarin fish produced by Space has grown to five or six pounds.

It was just right for two people to eat, considering that Zhang An was a slut.

When it was time to move the pot, Zhang An quietly filled a basin of space spring water.

He thought that since space could allow him to realize the sense of Qi so easily.

So if you drink space spring water regularly or use things in the space, will it have some effect?

Although in Zhang An's house, Wang Fang, Zhang Jianguo, and Su Ying, who came in this year, have always used space spring water.

But none of them have practiced martial arts, so this aspect is not easy to test.

So Zhang An planned to give Zhang Yixing a try.

"I finally found out, you kid, you really know how to eat."

Zhang An has already cooked the soup for the hot pot and is now preparing to put it on the medicine stove.

A spicy and delicious flavor that is tempting and appetizing wafts out of the pot.

"Hey, life is only a few decades long. Let yourself eat better and you won't regret it in the future." Zhang An knows that people of his generation don't eat when they can.

When I get too old and can't move anymore, I won't be able to do anything if people tell me I can't eat this and I can't touch that.

As a human being, the most important thing is to live in the present and live well in the present.

"Hey, don't scoop out the rice yet, I have something good here."

Zhang and his party opened the steamer and were about to serve rice to both of them, but were stopped by Zhang An's shout.

Then he took out the pot of aged blood rice wine that was over 30 years old that he brought over today.

"Something's wrong, there's something wrong with your drink."

As soon as Zhang An opened the stopper, Zhang and his party felt something fishy after sniffing it twice.

"Hey, tell me what's wrong."

"It's not ordinary wine anyway. Ordinary liquor doesn't have such a strong taste, and it's not as mellow."

Although Zhang Yixing is not an alcoholic, he has been drinking for decades.

He can still tell whether the wine is good or not.

"Then you have to taste it carefully. This wine is really extraordinary. You can't usually get it."

After pouring out two small bowls, Zhang An quickly plugged the wine bottle to prevent the smell from escaping.

It seems that this wine is really extraordinary, otherwise Zhang An would not say so.

On weekdays, he drank medicinal wine at Zhang An's house, not even Zhang An's most precious jar of ginseng wine.

After one sip of wine, Zhang Yixing understood why.

Because he could also feel it. After drinking the wine, his body seemed to be activated.

"Tell me, where did this wine come from and what is its name?"

After studying medicine for many years, he has never seen anything with such a good blood-activating effect, even medicinal materials.

"Hey, this wine has been stored in the cellar for more than thirty years, and it was just dug out a few days ago."

"Thirty years old cellar? Then this wine is rare."

Zhang Yixing didn't want to think about it. After all, he hadn't drank from Laojiao a few times.

The most I've had is the ones that have been stored in other people's cellars for seven or eight years, and no more will be available.

"Speaking of this wine, you should know that this wine was produced together with the jar that Huang Erye sold before."

Zhang An didn't play riddles and directly revealed the identity of the wine.

"Lao Huang? That wine sold for more than 100 yuan per jar at that time?" It seems that Zhang and his party do know.

"Well, that's the jar. He brewed three jars in total that time. He drank one jar himself, sold one jar, and the remaining jar has been kept in the cellar until now."

"No wonder I always feel a little familiar when I drink it, but it doesn't feel like it."

It's normal for Zhang Yixing to feel this way. After all, it's been so long and it's normal for him to not be able to remember.

Moreover, if the same wine is cellared in the correct way for decades, it will definitely undergo qualitative changes.

"And Mr. Huang said that this wine can replenish blood. His anemic constitution was improved after drinking this wine."

"No wonder he got better later. I asked him how he was treated, but he couldn't explain clearly. He probably still reacted at that time."

At that time, Zhang and his party asked Mr. Huang about it. He didn't say that he probably didn't know yet, otherwise he wouldn't have kept it secret.

Because Mr. Huang is not that kind of person, otherwise he would not have been thinking about Zhang Yixing for so many years.

"Hmm, since this wine can replenish blood, drinking some every day should be beneficial."

The right way to enjoy good wine is to not be greedy for it. After finishing the wine in the bowl, they started to cook the fish fillets.

Although the mandarin fish slaughtered by Zhang An was not small, the meat was indeed very smooth and tender.

Although Zhang An tried his best to cut it as thick as possible, the soup was already cooked when he put it into the boiling pot.

In fact, mandarin fish is not the best choice for shabu-shabu fish fillets, but there is no way, Zhang An has no other fish to replace it.

Because he didn't want to have to slowly pick at the food while he was enjoying it.

Anyway, Zhang An decided that after spring, he would look for the rat fish.

The mouse fish is the river turtle, because it has a beard on its mouth.

It looks like a mouse, so people around here call it a mouse fish.

Even if he couldn't buy it by then, he would have to go fishing to get it himself.

Jiang Tuan can be eaten boiled, grilled, or any other way.

"Your fish is really good. The more you eat it, the more you want to eat it. I have always felt that the fish I have eaten in the past years is fake."

Even though this mandarin fish is not suitable for shabu-shabu fillets, it is produced by Space after all and is definitely better than other fish out there.

"If you like it, I'll grab more and bring them over."

Anyway, there may not be much else here in Zhang An, except that there are a lot of fish.

"No, it's good to eat such delicious food once in a while. If you eat it often, you'll get tired of it. I'm afraid you won't be able to even think about it anymore."

No matter how delicious something is, if you eat it every day, you will always get tired of it.

Soon, the dinner was over, and there was still a small half of the fish fillets left in the basin.

"Why don't you just pour it all into the pot and cook it? I can still eat it if I heat it up tomorrow morning."

"Leave it for now and cook it when you eat it tomorrow. If you cook it tonight and wait until it is heated again tomorrow, not only will the taste change, but it will also fall apart easily."

Zhang An washed a few vegetable leaves and covered the fish in the basin.

Then I went out and got some relatively clean snow and put it on the vegetable leaves.

This is equivalent to putting the remaining fish fillets in a natural refrigerator to keep them fresh.

When I cook it again tomorrow morning, it won't taste bad.

"Okay, I'm going back. There's still a lot of wine left, so you can drink it slowly."

After packing his things, Zhang An was ready to go back. If he didn't go back after it was dark, his wife would have a problem.

The jug Zhang An brought weighed about three kilograms. The two of them drank less than half a kilogram just now, and Zhang An left the rest here.

This jug was the kind you bought casually on the street, and Zhang An had trouble using it.

He planned to wait for a while, find some gourds to plant in the space, and later get a batch of wine gourds.

After all, Zhang An is planning to make his own wine. If he can get a batch of wine gourds, it will look great to give to friends.

And he has been wondering whether gourd babies would grow if he planted gourds in space.

"Then you go back and pay attention to safety when you go down the mountain. You don't have to bring food here often. I can't eat much by myself."

Zhang Yixing had no intention of rejecting the remaining wine in the jug and naturally accepted it.

Although he was not an alcoholic, after just drinking, he knew it was a treasure.

Zhang An nodded, took Xiaohu out and went down the mountain.

Although there is no moon in the sky, it is not so dark at night that no light can be seen.

At a glance, there was a dark white color everywhere. When Zhang An turned on the flashlight, it was a bit dazzling.

It wasn't snowing now. It probably stopped in the afternoon when Zhang An didn't notice the time.

Because the footprints left by Zhang An and Xiaohu on the way here at noon are still there, if it had snowed, they would have been covered long ago.

Just when Zhang An thought the winter snow was coming to an end, the snowflakes seemed to sense his thoughts and began to float in the air.

When Zhang An returned home, the whole family was still awake, waiting for him to come back.

It was almost nine o'clock now. Zhang An, who was used to going to bed early these days, heated his feet as usual and climbed into bed to sleep.

(End of this chapter)