"Lao Jiao, you are..."

Jia Huan swallowed, looked at the big stick in Jiao Da's hand, and asked in confusion.●⌒

Jiao Datanmo said: "You have just finished opening the tendons, so the next training is to be beaten. If you want to be able to defeat the enemy, you must first learn to be beaten."

Jia Huan's expression changed and he smiled dryly, "Master Jiao, aren't you angry with yesterday? Yes, I scolded you a few words yesterday, but you can tell me, should you scold your negligence yesterday? Besides, it was Li Wanji who punched you, and it was not me. Otherwise, I'll go and call Li Wanji for you, you two practice alone?"

Jiao Da ignored Jia Huan's words and said to himself: "Killing enemies on the battlefield is different from fighting between the martial arts style. The fighting between the martial arts style style can escape, move, and dodge. The battle between the martial arts style can be fought between thousands of soldiers in the battle formation, without a way to escape, and those who retreat will slash. There is no room for moving and dodge, because your left and right sides are all people. If you dodge to the side, it will not only interrupt the brother's attack rhythm, but also avoid the spear in front of you, but you are facing the spear stabbed next to you, which is even more dangerous.

Therefore, the first thing a martial artist should remember is that if the martial artist moves forward, I will be invincible! A brave person wins when he meets on a narrow road, and those who are afraid of death will definitely die first."

Jiao Da said it very imposingly, but Jia Huan was sweating profusely when he heard it. Isn’t this fucking cannon fodder? No matter how good he was, he would just die together!

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Lao Jiao, are you kidding? This battle formation is crowded and cannot practice the Indestructible Divine Art. A spear is coming. Who can carry it? What's the difference between practicing martial arts or not?"

Jiao Da snorted, his eyes changed a little, letting Buddha travel through endless time, and returning to the killing field of the golden swords and iron horses. After a long time, his eyes suddenly narrowed and he said, "The difference is big. If you want to die or not be stabbed to death by the enemy first, you must be faster, stronger, and have more patience. You must let the enemy fall first. Practicing martial arts can make you faster and stronger, while practicing being beaten can make you more patience to pain."

When Jia Huan heard this, his eyes rolled around. Looking at the wooden stick with a thick arm in Jiao Da's hand, he was still afraid, so he smiled and said, "Grandmaster, you are joking. Now our Qin Dynasty is in peace and safety, there is no war. Besides, even if there is war, it is not my turn to rush to the front line to be cannon fodder, right? I think I'll be beaten in this training, so let's forget it? Grandmaster, you'll be busy first, I'll run two laps and warm up!"

Jiao Da sneered: "Boy, do you know that if you want to inherit the title of relatives and nobles, you have to participate in the examination of the clan mansion. There are three items in the examination. The first item is to open tendons and the second item is to forge the body. The so-called body-forging, to put it bluntly, is to be beaten. If you just want to practice a few moves and show off your strength outside in the future, then you don't need to practice it. If you want to..."

"Stop! OK, okay, isn't it just being beaten? What's so great? Why do you say so many irrelevant car wheel words? I'm just feeling itchy and want to scratch it. Lao Jiao, you just want to summon it. When you get old, you're confused. You dare to say anything messy... "

Jia Huan looked helpless, but his eyes were fixed when he looked at Jiao Da.

Although Jiao Dashen always looked indifferent and cold to Jia Huan, his scalp tightened when Jia Huan looked at him.

Thinking of the meaning in Jia Huan's words, Jiao Da was silent.

He didn't say anything else, but just waved the wooden stick and greeted Jia Huan with no slight or heavy weight.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

At noon, Jia Huan held the wall and moved home step by step.

On the road, he met a woman from the village house who greeted him. He had to force a smile and nodded in response.

It's really difficult to walk along the way.

After returning to the house, Jia Huan did not throw himself on the kang as usual, shouting and asking Bai He or Xiao Jixiang to give him a massage.

He took mechanical steps and walked to the table step by step, and sat carefully on the chair, but he did not dare to loosen his waist and his back was straight.

Because he couldn't keep his center of gravity on his butt, it hurts too much...

With trembling hands, Jia Huan picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea into the teacup, and then trembled his hands and delivered them to his mouth, sipping in small mouthfuls.

After drinking one cup, Jia Huan poured another cup. He did not drink this cup one by one, but drank it all in one go.

After drinking the second cup, Jia Huan reached out to pour the third cup, but as soon as the teapot was picked up, tears fell.

Jiao Da, mb, you really beat you to death...

Jia Huan can guarantee that if he took off his clothes now, there would definitely be no good one on his body, no white, either blue or purple, or red and swollen.

But, I chose the road myself, who should I blame?

Jiao Da dared not lie. If he wanted to inherit his relatives and noble titles, he must experience this experience when he was awarded the title, and he must take the title...

Wipe your tears and smiled.

What are you afraid of when crying? You won’t be embarrassed to cry. Wipe your tears and continue walking. We are still a man!

He stood up slowly and wanted to go out to find someone with a tight mouth to wipe the medicinal wine for him. If Aunt Zhao and the others found out, it would be bad. I don’t know how to make noise at that time. However, as soon as Jia Huan turned around, he saw Aunt Zhao standing straight at the door at some point, looking at him with tears on his face.

...

"Mom, stop crying..."

Jia Huan lay on the kang, and Aunt Zhao was holding a pot of medicinal wine behind her. While wiping the wounds for him, shed tears while cursing Jiao Da.

"Don't call me mother, I am not as unfilial as your son. You forgot what your father said when he left the mansion. The hair on his body was given by his parents, so he dare not hurt him. This is great filial piety. But look at you, you are either dead or injured every few days. Do you want to scare your mother to death? I really don't know how many evils you did in your previous life, and that's why you were so worried."

Aunt Zhao kept muttering and muttering in her mouth.

Jia Huan's face twitched and said, "Mom, you can cry, just don't drop tears on me. The tears are filled with salt, and I'm stinging to death!"

"Bang!"

After tugging Jia Huan's forehead, seeing his face wrinkled, Aunt Zhao laughed out again, wiped her tears with a veil, and scolded: "You deserve it! A good young man from the family, you don't study hard and read well, and you're crazy outside all day long, and you don't say anything like black carbon balls, but you'll still make yourself half dead all day long. Jiao Da didn't know where he came from, he really didn't know how to write the word "death"?"

Jia Huan supported his face with his chin and smiled, "Mom, this is really relieved. The origin of that old Zamao is really hard to explain, but it is probably the backup plan left by Duke Ning. If an ordinary servant is given eighteen courage, he would not dare to torture me like this. Oh... Hiss! Mom, be gentle... But Mom, then again, it is our luck to have such an old guy. Otherwise, my son wouldn't be more at ease than him to be a master. Just this, I guess I won't be able to be a master for a few years."

Aunt Zhao's eyes flashed and she said, "Why do you think he still wants to go back to Ningguo Mansion? Isn't his body contract in our hands?"

Jia Huan shook his head and said, "No, Lao Jiao has only two tricks to break up. After practicing and getting beaten, he has used up his ability. By the way, he hasn't learned to run away yet... In short, after learning, I should have a headache for your son. Who should I go to continue learning? But it's still early, and I'll have to learn at least two years. This is because your son has extraordinary talent and a unique bone..."

Aunt Zhao poured the last little medicinal wine into her hand, and then rubbed Jia Huan's calves evenly, twisted her sore neck and shoulders, looked at Jia Huan's naked butt egg, and said, "Brother Huan, I will advise you again in the end. You should not think about the two lords in the mansion. Not to mention how many years the master and Brother Zhen of the East Mansion can live. Even if they die now, it's not your business. The master has a chain row underneath, and Brother Rong is waiting underneath. Even Baoyu may not be able to get over, let alone you?"

After Jia Huan pulled the quilt and covered it on his body, he turned over. After getting Aunt Zhao's eyes sneered, he smiled and said, "Mom, you don't have to worry about these things, it's all your son's business. In short, you can be your housekeeper in the village with peace of mind."

"Pooh!"

Aunt Zhao spat at Jia Huan and said disdainfully: "Mrs. Whose family do I care about, I have to do it? There are only three maids and two mothers. It's not my turn to take care of the mothers in the village."

Jia Huan said speechlessly: "Mom, those mothers are making money for their sons. What do you care about them?"

When Aunt Zhao heard this, she suddenly became energetic and said tentatively: "Brother Huan, how much money have you made recently? Mom sees that you have a great deal. Every morning, the farm starts to rumble and rumbling outward. Your uncle... Qian Qi said, those things are all silver! Tell me, have you made a fortune?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Huan frowned and looked at Aunt Zhao, saying a little dissatisfied: "Mom, did you say that, stay away from Qian Qi, don't you think he is smelly?"

Aunt Zhao snorted, but when she saw that her son's face was not very good, she smiled embarrassedly and said, "I really didn't want to pay attention to him at the beginning. It was not smelly, but it was just a disgusting thing. But later he gave gifts to my mother every now and then, and it was not so disgusting. Brother Huan, don't worry, I have never agreed to him, and he didn't let my mother plead like you, just talk and talk."

Jia Huan narrowed his eyes slightly and said in admiration: "He is really a talented person. He knows how to play the emotional card and his eyes will be long-term. What's this turtle boy want..."

"Bang!"

Before Jia Huan could think deeply, Aunt Zhao was slapped on the forehead. Looking up, Aunt Zhao looked up and said, "Brother Huan, Qian Qi is a turtle, then what is your grandma? What is your mother? What are you?"

Jia Huan realized that he had made a mistake when he heard this, and smiled bitterly to defend himself.

Aunt Zhao said seriously: "Brother Huan, I don't know what big things you want to do, I'm afraid that money will ruin your business. But think about it, he is the same as my mother. But for a few generations of slaves, even if he is a little smart and a little fuzzy, what kind of great things can he do with his identity? He just wants to rely on your nephew's name to earn a family business. If you can't trust him, don't use him too much. But don't forget that he and my mother are brothers and sisters after all. If you do this, where will you put your mother's face?"

ps: Thank you for your book friend poppyjj for your reward, thank you for your book friend c938516, blue stone 11, you are naturally white-clothed minister, Baptist Church, haha, I give you a reward, thank you for your heart in your hands, I have the smoke and clouds in the dance, and when will I also write a book?

Thanks to many book friends for their recommendations, as well as Brother Lieyan Fencheng for their urge to update.

I just want to remind Brother Lieyan that this urge to update the vote seems to be about the next day.

That is, you voted for more and fewer votes the next day.

I used to make more than 6,000 words every day, but you don't have to vote...

Ahem, thank you very much!

Finally, I would like to say a few more words. I am quite satisfied with the clicks and recommendations of this book, but the collection is surprisingly slow.

As for this growth rate, it is almost impossible for me to push hard, and even the probability of pushing on the homepage is not high.

But it doesn't matter, I understand.

After all, online articles are still king with fast pace, just like a book friend’s comment. If you have not made any money after 300,000 words, you probably won’t have a second author who will write this kind of farming method to make you die.

To be honest, since the beginning of the article, I never thought about how much money I would make with this book. My goal is to have a group of like-minded people who are relatively similar to the understanding of the Red Chamber, and just complete the book together.

Since the book was opened, I have not received any high hopes for subscribing. I can just subscribe to 200 when I finish the book.

Why is it that I order 200? Because I change 6,000 words every day. If I order 200 items, after 50,000, I will receive a monthly royalty of about 600 yuan.

In this way, the website will offset the 600 yuan of full attendance sent to me every month, which means that the website will not lose money because of me.

During the Chinese New Year, I wouldn’t be embarrassed to sign my editor and editor to wish you a happy New Year…

Haha! This goal shouldn't be too high, right?

As long as I can achieve this goal, I can easily and without feeling guilty, and wholeheartedly write a book on the Red Chamber in my heart.

If I really can't reach it, cough cough, say it in advance, Blue Light is big, May Day, I'm really sorry, hehe, I will definitely strive to achieve more than 25% of this book... Of course, this is all a story.

Regarding progress, is the progress slow? It's very slow, I admit that.

But this article should not be a water-like account. I am just trying my best to outline a Jiajiazhuangzi and many different characters who are flesh and blood and can form a detailed sense of picture in everyone's mind.

Some book friends said, no matter how good you write, what's the use of it? The pace is so slow that no one reads it.

I just want to say that those who can read the original work of Dream of Red Mansions quietly should basically be able to read a few glances at the book.

If someone can't even read the original book of the Red Chamber, how could I force them to read this book?

In fact, I can also write fast-paced ways, it is nothing more than slapping the face by provoking conflicts and then suppressing them first and then raising them.

There are so many objects that can conflict in this book. There are many maids with names, surnames and stories in the Jia family, many servants, plus housekeepers, and even Jia Zhen, Jia Lian, Jia Rong, Jia She, Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xing, and their relatives and parents' families. They continue to diverge, and the princess who have appeared, etc.

Every conflict can be written in at least tens of thousands of words...

This kind of conflict will also appear in the following text, but it can only be seasoned occasionally. If there are too many, it will be really not the Red Mansion.

Anyone who has read the Red Mansion knows that there is almost no so-called pretending to be x-slap in the Red Mansion.

If I write a bunch of fast-paced violent conflict articles, would it still be the Red Mansion?

Even if there is a conflict, it should not be with the people in the Red Chamber.

I've been talking a lot, so let's stop here, and the time for writing is almost gone.

In short, I am very grateful for everyone's support. I will do my best to write every character and every plot carefully.

Try your best to live up to everyone's recommendations and rewards.

I also hope everyone can continue to support it.

goodbye!
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