Baojian

Chapter 32
"Isn't it just to pinch the soap out with your fingers?"

When Qin Feng came to the kitchen, the chef inside had already started working, but the vegetables had already been washed, and no one cared what Qin Feng was doing squatting by the sink.

The small piece of soap that the old man threw into the basin had long since dissolved, Qin Feng found another piece of leftover soap from the side of the pool, and threw it into the washbasin.

Looking at the location of the soap, Qin Feng stretched out his index finger and middle finger in the shape of scissors, and clamped down on the small piece of soap, but to his disappointment, the small piece of soap was like a loach, and the tentacles were slippery to the side.

"I still don't believe it!"

After trying for a long time without success, Qin Feng also became stubborn, and kept stirring the water basin with two fingers, but until the small piece of soap was completely dissolved, he couldn't pick it up once.

"Qin Feng, what are you doing, boy?"

The fat chef poured the pot of half-cooked rice into a large washbasin, and patted Qin Feng on the head curiously. The kid squatted there for almost half an hour after he came in, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Qin Feng raised a small piece of soap in his hand, and said, "Fat uncle, it's okay, master... Lao Xia asked me to find some small pieces of soap to go back, saying that soapy water is good for watering the vegetables."

When the soap is almost used up, the alkalinity will become very small, and the kitchen will often replace it with a whole piece. In this way, a lot of soap pieces the size of bottle caps are thrown on the edge of the sink.

"There are more than ten yuan over there, you can take them all." The fat chef didn't look carefully, poured some oil into the pan, took out two eggs and touched them together, with a "sigh", a scent From the frying pan spread throughout the kitchen.

The big shovel was shoveled on the bottom of the pot, and two fried poached eggs landed firmly on the shovel. The fat chef handed the shovel to Qin Feng and said with a smile: "Qin Feng, come to help the cook on the first day, fat uncle will give you Eat the whole two eggs!"

"Thank you fat uncle, you will teach me how to cook later, and you will be able to sleep more in the morning."

Qin Feng raised his head and took the poached egg with a smile. His eyebrows were very delicate and his hair had grown a few inches. He looked like a shy child. He is a criminal.

"That's good, what your fat uncle likes most is sleeping!" The fat chef laughed loudly, the more he looked at Qin Feng, the more pleasing it was to his eyes.

As long as the prisoners help the cook, as long as they don’t leave the security area of ​​the prison, don’t violate the regulations, go back to sleep at night, and with Director Hu’s undisguised care, basically no one cares about Qin Feng anymore. Qin Feng returned to the courtyard where the old man lived.

"What's the matter, is that kung fu easy to practice?"

As soon as he entered the door, Zai laughed. There are some things that can not only be learned by intelligence. He first chose to let Qin Feng pick up the soap, and he also wanted to wear down Qin Feng's temper.

Qin Feng shook his head and said, "Master, it's not easy to practice. What's the secret here?"

"Okay, if you don't understand, you can ask. You can teach me." After hearing Qin Feng's words, Zai Shi nodded appreciatively. He is not afraid of students being stupid, but afraid of students not asking!
This question is also very learned. There are many people who are smart and like to study things by themselves. This is certainly an advantage, but from another aspect, it is a detour.

You know, many things in this world have been handed down since ancient times, and they have condensed countless wisdom of the predecessors. If there are ready-made methods but not to learn, but to ponder on your own, in Zai Shi's view, that is stupid and inflexible.

"Boy, see clearly, I will only demonstrate once!"

Ask Qin Feng to pick up a basin of water and put it in front of him. Zai Shi casually threw down eight soaps the size of bottle caps, stretched out his hands, and suddenly probed into the basin. Before Qin Feng could see clearly, Zai Shi Both hands have already been taken out.

"Is this... is this... true or false?"

Qin Feng suddenly discovered that there were actually eight slippery pieces of soap sandwiched between the eight fingers of Zai Shi's hands. After stretching and probing, Zai Shi not only found the location of the soap, but also sandwiched all of them out.

"Qin Feng, there is a Book of Thieves in Pirates, and there are twelve words in it, which are "cover, cut, grab, hit, hook, divide, carry, change, color, hemp, clamp! "

When you are able to practice all these twelve characters, you will be considered a teacher in this discipline, and you will be considered to be a master in the move just now. It requires the coordination of eyesight and hand skills. The key is..."

Zai did not hide his secrets, and explained to Qin Feng the main points in the "Thieves' Book" one by one. Hearing Qin Feng nodded repeatedly, he did not expect that this simple word "steal" contained so many things. knowledge.

From the day he became a teacher, Qin Feng's life suddenly became more fulfilling. He had to get up at four o'clock every morning, and after helping the kitchen to wash the vegetables, he had to serve the vegetable field. He slept two hours less than others every day.

But after finishing all this work, Qin Feng has more time. Except for the political and cultural classes that he is required to attend every day, he basically stays in the yard of Zaishi, and he will not be in prison until the lights are turned off. sleep.

With Hu Baoguo's backing, and Qin Feng being very diligent, he never missed the work of helping the kitchen grow vegetables. The guards in the center basically turned a blind eye to it, and the time passed quickly day by day.

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"Master, why don't you go to the hospital?"

In the blink of an eye, it has been more than seven months, and the north has also entered the cold winter season. There was a heavy snowfall last month, and a cold air came. The usually healthy person fell ill, and the elderly did not want to go to the hospital. He prescribed a prescription himself, and asked Hu Baoguo to grab more than 20 pairs of traditional Chinese medicine.

At this time, Qin Feng was boiling Chinese medicine for his master, but the medicine pot was not placed on the stove, but was held by Qin Feng with both hands. , one can imagine how high the temperature outside the medicine tank is.

Qin Feng is also a body of flesh and blood, so it is impossible for him to withstand the high temperature.

If you look closely, you can find that Qin Feng's hands are trembling constantly, and his hands are almost separated from the medicine pot, but in the trembling that is so fast that the naked eye can't distinguish, the medicine pot is shaking. Was held on top of the stove without touching the shelf on the stove at all.

"Cough...cough..."

Zai, who was lying on the bed, saw how Qin Feng was decocting the medicine, with a look of relief on his face. After coughing a few times, he said, "Western medicine works quickly, but it is the medicine for tigers and wolves. It treats the symptoms but not the root cause!"

"Master, you have been coughing for more than half a month, you can't go on like this!"

Qin Feng was talking, but his hands kept moving, his eyes were fixed on the medicine jar, and suddenly he lifted his hands up, his right hand suddenly grabbed the mouth of the jar and tilted it down, and at some point in his left hand, a bowl was added, and he fried the medicine jar. The good Chinese medicine was poured in, and after cooling for a while, it was passed to the master.

"Whether it's okay or not, I know for myself. It's no problem to survive this winter."

Zai shook his head, reached out to take the traditional Chinese medicine from his apprentice, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, then pointed to the piano in the corner of the room, and said, "Play a piece of Rachmaninoff's "The Third Piano" for master. Concerto!"

This piano was moved in half a year ago. Although it is a second-hand product and its tone is not very accurate, this is a prison. At that time, Director Hu was under a lot of pressure to calm down the complaints of the guards.

However, three months later, Qin Feng played a song fluently at the August [-]th party of the correctional center. This incident was reported to the higher authorities as a successful case of using music to influence juvenile delinquents. The director actually got a commendation, and the client, Qin Feng, was commuted by four months.

From then on, the guards didn't care about the piano sound coming from Old Man Xia's yard. If they didn't listen to a piece every day, some people would still feel uncomfortable.

The daily piano performance has also become a compulsory course for Qin Feng. Sitting in front of the piano, Qin Feng's ten fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard. The most difficult piano piece in the world, ringing at Qin Feng's fingertips up.

Although many details are not satisfactory due to the sound quality of the piano itself, the huge and heavy artistic conception of the "Third Piano Concerto" was vividly interpreted by Qin Feng.

(End of this chapter)