Farming, Learning Martial Arts, and Peace In the World

A wild boar, 315 pounds, is not very big.

The Chi family was overjoyed, as if they had won the jackpot.

"I went to the city to deliver bamboo weaving to the agricultural machinery store, and by the way, I called your second uncle and aunt to come over for dinner." Father Chi smoked a dry cigarette and carried the hand-woven bamboo baskets, hats and other tools.

When the Chi family chose to build their house on the hillside, it was for Chi's father to have this bamboo weaving skill so that he could chop bamboo from the mountain.

However, bamboo weaving cannot be sold at a price these days.

It is difficult to make a fortune on bamboo weaving.

"Be careful on the road." Chimu, who was handling the internal organs of the wild boar, told her.

Father Chi nodded and explained to Chi Qiaosong: "Wait a while, go to the foot of the mountain, and invite the village chief, your second and third grandfathers over for dinner."

The local clan atmosphere is relatively heavy.

Whoever slaughtered pigs or slaughtered cattle would invite the village chief and seniors of higher rank in the village.

"Yeah." Chi Qiaosong nodded.

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"Xiao Song is really promising." The village chief laughed and nibbled on the seeds.

The village at the foot of the mountain is Chijia Village. The head of the village is naturally surnamed Chi, who is also the grandfather of Chi Qiaosong.

"One person killed a wild boar. Did Komatsu practice it, or Xiutian you had the foresight to send Komatsu to the martial arts hall, and then you practiced it."

The third grandfather was amazed.

I feel a little regretful that I didn't send my grandson to the martial arts hall.

Although we all know that learning martial arts is a way out, just like going to college, who can guarantee that their children will be successful in their studies. Moreover, the poor are rich in martial arts, and practicing martial arts is very cruel to the poor.

I have no money to buy supplementary medicines to keep myself healthy, and I am also injured when I practice.

The warlords in the melee in the Republic of Xia were actually born into a wealthy family.

For example, Marshal Zhu Guangshan, whose ancestors served as the Minister of Rites or the Minister of Rites in the old feudal dynasties, has always been a local official after the establishment of the Republic of China.

Only then did Zhu Guangshan stand up the flag and raise justice, decide three cities and nineteen counties in the first battle, and create the feat of the Peng clan.

"Your grandson is not very old. You can send him to teach martial arts now. Marshal Zhu has been recruiting troops all the time, and he can join the army immediately after training." The second grandfather ran.

The third grandpa snorted: "I don't have that talent, it's better than Xiaosong."

When the dinner was over, the wild boar was served, and the two old men couldn't care less about fighting each other, and picked up a large piece of wild boar and put it in the bowl.

"Xiaosong, after three months of training in the martial arts hall, where do you rank now?" the village chief asked. Many people are still waiting to see the martial arts hall run by Marshal Zhu.

Chi Qiaosong said calmly: "I'm teaching martial arts, and my talent is not very good. Before the holiday, my ranking should be countdown."

"Huh, are you in the bottom line?"

"Yes."

This is true. He belonged to the sequence that was persuaded to be dismissed at the time. It was only with the golden finger that he had the superior strength in today's wrestling realm.

Going back to talk about Wutang again, it is the first place.

After all, in three months, no matter how talented students are, they can't rely on "Crazy Cow Strong Boxing" to develop a bright, advanced warrior level, let alone lower-level combat power.

"It seems that this martial arts hall is really capable." The village chief muttered.

After dinner, the village chief, the second grandfather, and the third grandfather all left with concerns.

Early the next morning, Father Chi took the cut wild boar and sold it in the county town to subsidize the family. As for Chi Qiaosong, he still practiced and taught boxing in the farmhouse.

Yesterday, a lot of lentil seedlings were eaten by wild boars. Today, he brought lentil seeds again and replanted the open space.

Chi Qiaowu and Wen Moshan were arrested by him again.

However, the wild boars killed yesterday made the two boys' worship of Chiqiaosong full, and let them grow lentils honestly without complaining at all.

"Brother, shall we practice new moves today?"

"If you don't practice, you still lay the foundation."

His understanding of "Mad Cow Strong Boxing" is at the top level, and he naturally understands that Chi Qiaowu and Wen Moshan are too young, and they will easily lose their bodies if they practice hard.

It has to be gradual.

"When will the basics be done?" Wen Moshan practiced basic moves, and the frame slowly fell apart.

Pat, pat, Chi Qiao let go of his hands, pinched his feet and kicked him, helping him put up the shelf again: "Don't let the shelf loose, the little brat has no patience at all."

Wen Moshan didn't dare to resist, he could only howl: "Ouch, ouch."

Chi Qiaowu laughed at the side.

Have fun for a while.

Suddenly, a few familiar humming sounds came, and Chi Qiaosong raised his brows and walked out of the farmhouse. Looking at the sound, a giant wild boar, much larger than the one he killed, walked towards the farmhouse while sniffing the ground.

"Wow!"

Chi Qiaowu screamed: "What a big wild boar!"

"Go back, the two of you, enter the farmhouse." Chi Qiaosong pulled out a machete from under the eaves with his backhand, which was specially prepared for him to go hunting in the mountains.

The wild boar approached, and when he saw Chi Qiaosong standing in front of him, it stopped hesitantly.

With such a close confrontation, Chi Qiaosong could see clearly that this wild boar was several times bigger than yesterday's wild boar, with knotted muscles, protruding fangs, and even the bristles were standing upright, as if covered with a layer. Steel needle.

"This body type!"

"This gesture!"

"Could it be Youshan Drum?"

Chi Qiaosong was inexplicably nervous, and there were many wild boars in Qianli Cuilong Mausoleum.

Once it breaks through the limitations of its own species like humans practice martial arts, it will no longer be an ordinary beast, but a spiritual beast with spirituality.

The wild boar, the spirit beast, is called "Youshan Drum" locally, and its sound resounds through the mountains like a drum.

When the big wild boar saw Chi Qiaosong still not giving way, he took the initiative to turn around and walk away, trying to walk towards the fence from the other direction. Naturally, Chi Qiaosong would not let it harm an acre of thin fields, and would continue to block the way with the past.

Can guess.

This big wild boar, UU reading www.uukanshu. com is attracted by an acre of thin fields.

"hold head high!"

Being blocked twice, the big wild boar suddenly became irritable, and when he opened his mouth, he let out a roar, as if a thunderbolt hit him in the air, causing both Chi Qiaosong's ears to hurt.

He was absolutely certain that this big wild boar was Youshangu.

"Spiritual beast, can I beat it?" His heart was slightly stunned, and he clenched the machete tightly in his hand. Chi Qiaosong didn't take a step back, he was still ready to weigh the big wild boar.

after all.

This is a mountain drum, a spirit beast.

Pull over the fertile field, and maybe you can condense a bag of fertilizer.

The roar didn't frighten Chiqiaosong away, and You Shangu no longer hesitated and rushed towards Chiqiaosong. It didn't start at full speed, it was more like a kind of coercion, forcing Chi Qiaosong to back away.

Chi Qiaosong saw the opportunity, swung the machete directly, and chopped his head.

pat!

The machete accurately slashed the head of the middle-reaching mountain drum, and cut a bloodstain, as if it had hit the bone, but the bone was as hard as steel, so that the machete could no longer cut in half.

"Angchi!" You Shangu roared.

The mountain-like body took two steps back and rushed towards Chi Qiaosong with a bang.

At that moment, Chi Qiaosong seemed to see a tank, rolling over him, with a majestic momentum that was indescribable.

He was timid in his heart, but behind him was an acre of thin fields, which was the basis for his success. He was not allowed to retreat, and he could only muster a hostile anger in his heart.

Raising a knife to meet the upper mountain drum.

pat.

The machete is slapped on the shoulder blade of the Youshan Gu.

He himself moved two steps to the left, barely avoiding the collision of the Youshan Gu. Taking advantage of the gap between Youshangu's U-turn, he swung the machete again and slashed the strong back of Youshangu with two slashes.

Draw out two shallow bloodstains.