"Isn't it just to use your fingers to pick up the soap?"

When Qin Feng came to the kitchen, the chef inside had already started working, but the vegetables had been washed, and no one cared about what Qin Feng squatted by the pool to do.

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

Looking at the position of the soap, Qin Feng stretched out his index finger and middle finger in the shape of scissors, and clamped it down towards the small piece of soap. But to his disappointment, the small soap was like a loach, and its tentacles slid to the side.

"I don't believe it yet!"

After trying for a long time, Qin Feng became stubborn and stirred his fingers in the basin, but he couldn't hold it up until the small piece of soap completely dissolved.

"Qin Feng, what are you doing?"

The fat chef poured the half-cooked rice into a large washbasin and curiously slapped Qin Feng's head. After the kid came in, he squatted there for almost half an hour, and he didn't know what he was fiddling with.

Qin Feng raised a small piece of soap in his hand and said, "Fat Uncle, it's okay, teacher... Lao Xia asked me to find a few small pieces of soap to go back, saying that it would be better to water the vegetable field with soapy water."

When soap is almost gone, the alkalinity will become very small, and the kitchen will often change to a whole piece. As a result, a lot of soap bars of bottle caps are thrown away by the pool.

"There are more than ten yuan over there, you can take it all." The fat chef didn't look closely, poured some oil into the pot, took out two eggs and touched them, and with a "swish", a fragrance spread throughout the kitchen from the oil pan.

A big shovel was shoveled at the bottom of the pot, and two fried poached eggs fell steadily on the shovel. The fat chef handed the shovel to Qin Feng and smiled and said, "Qin Feng, I'll help the chef on the first day. Uncle Fat will give you two eggs!"

"Thank you, Uncle Fat. You will teach me how to cook, so you will have more sleep in the morning in the future."

Qin Feng raised his head and took the poached egg with a smile. His eyebrows were very pretty and his hair grew about an inch. He looked like a shy child. Those employees who worked in prison did not treat him as a prisoner from the bottom of their hearts.

"That's good. Your fat uncle likes the most is sleeping!" The fat chef laughed, and the more he looked at Qin Feng, the more he liked him.

As long as the prisoner does not leave the prison guard area and does not violate the law, he goes back to bed at night, and with Director Hu’s uncovered care, basically no one will care about Qin Feng anymore. Qin Feng, who brought twenty or thirty small soap, returned to the yard where the old man lived.

"What, is that kung fu easy to practice?"

As soon as he entered the door, Zai Ying laughed. Some things can be trained not just by being smart. He first chose to let Qin Feng pick up soap, and he also had the intention to wipe out Qin Feng's temperament.

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

"Okay, I don't know how to ask, but I can teach you." After hearing Qin Feng's words, Zai Ying nodded in admiration. He was not afraid of students being stupid, but fearing that students would not ask!

This question is also very knowledgeable. Many people are self-righteous and smart. They often like to study it themselves when encountering things. This is certainly an advantage, but from another perspective, they are taking detours.

You should know that many things in this world, passed down since ancient times, have condensed countless wisdom from predecessors. If you don’t learn ready-made methods, you have to think about them yourself. In Zaiying’s opinion, that is stupid and unrestrained.

"Boy, I'll show it clearly. I'll only demonstrate once!"

He asked Qin Feng to take a basin of water and put it in front of him. Zai Shi threw down eight bottle caps soap, stretched out his hands, and suddenly looked into the basin. Before Qin Feng could see clearly, Zai Shi's hands had already taken out.

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

Qin Feng suddenly discovered that there were eight pieces of soap that were slippery and unrestrained in the gap between Zai's eight fingers. When he stretched out, Zai not only found the soap position, but also clamped it out.

"Qin Feng, the thief's sutra has this thief's sutra, which contains twelve words, namely "block, cut, grab, bump, hook, divide, carry, change, color, numb, and clip!"

When can you practice all these twelve words? This is the master. Just now, even if you have a clamp, it requires the combination of eyesight and skill in your hands. The key is..."

Zai Shi did not hide his own privately, and explained the key points in the "Thieves' Sutra" to Qin Feng one by one. Hearing Qin Feng nodded repeatedly, he did not expect that the simple word "steal" contained so much knowledge.

From the day of becoming a disciple, Qin Feng's life suddenly became fuller. He had to get up at four o'clock every morning. After helping the kitchen wash the vegetables, he had to go to serve the vegetable field. He had to sleep two hours less than others every day.

However, after all this, Qin Feng's time became more and more abundant. In addition to the political and cultural classes he required to take every day, he basically stayed in the yard where he could not sleep in the cell until the lights were turned off.

With Hu Baoguo's support and Qin Feng was very diligent, he never delayed his work in helping the kitchen and growing vegetables. The discipline in the institute basically turned a blind eye, and time passed day by day.

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"Master, you'd better go to the hospital for a look?"

In a blink of an eye, it took more than seven months, and the north also entered a cold winter. Last month, it snowed heavily and a cold air came. The health of the whole body fell ill. The old man was unwilling to go to the hospital for treatment, so he prescribed a prescription himself, asking Hu Baoguo to capture more than 20 pairs of Chinese medicine.

Qin Feng was boiling Chinese medicine for his master at this time, but the medicine jar was not mounted on the stove, but was held by Qin Feng in both hands. The water in the medicine jar was completely turned on, and it was "gurgling" and you can imagine how high the temperature outside the medicine jar was.

Qin Feng is also a flesh and blood body, so he naturally cannot withstand that high temperature.

If you look closely, you will find that Qin Feng's hands are trembling constantly, and his hands are almost touched on the medicine jar. However, in the fast trembling that is almost impossible to distinguish between the naked eye, the medicine jar is controlled on the stove without touching the shelf on the stove at all.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

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

"Master, you have been coughing for more than half a month. If you continue like this, you won't be able to continue like this!"

Qin Fengkouzi was talking, but his hands kept moving, staring at the medicine jar, suddenly he held up his hands, grabbed the mouth of the jar with his right hand and tilted it down. There was an extra bowl of it in his left hand. He poured the decocted Chinese medicine in the jar, and after a long time of cooling, he handed it to the master.

"I know if it's OK, I know that there's no problem in getting through this winter."

Zai shook his head, reached out to take the Chinese medicine handed over by his apprentice, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, then pointed to the piano at the corner of the room, and said, "Play the Master a song "The Third Piano Concerto" by Rachmaninov!"

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

However, three months later, Qin Feng played a song fluently at the August 15th Gala of the Disciplinary Institute. This incident was reported to the superior department as a successful case of using music to influence juvenile offenders. Director Hu actually received a commendation, and the person involved, Qin Feng, was even reduced to four months' sentence.

Since then, the disciplinary people have ignored the piano sounds coming from Old Man Xia’s yard. If they don’t listen to one passage every day, some people will feel uncomfortable.

Piano performance every day has also become a compulsory course for Qin Feng. When he sat in front of the piano, Qin Feng's ten fingers quickly hit the keyboard. This most difficult piano piece in the world sounded at Qin Feng's fingertips.

Although the piano itself is not satisfactory in many details due to the sound quality problem, the huge and heavy artistic conception of "The Third Piano Concerto" is fully interpreted by Qin Feng.

PS: Second update, something happened during the day, I will update it later. I’ll forgive me, friends, I still have to give the recommendation votes to the fat man!
Chapter completed!