"A few days ago, my father came back from an injury, and the injury was serious. He felt that he didn't have much time left. It's just that our martial arts family has a big business, and we have made many enemies over the years. Dad is worried that after his death, there will be no one to trust in our martial arts school.
A master of the Bronze Skin Realm, I plan to use the remaining money to support our sisters in practicing martial arts. As a senior brother, Senior Brother Pang can also get a share of Guiyuan Tang."
Zhao Yan paused and continued:
"So I bought three portions of Guiyuan Soup from the imperial court at the City Lord's Mansion, each costing twenty taels of silver. The portion of Guiyuan Soup that saved you was what dad planned to give to Senior Brother Pang, but he gave it to you in the end."
Huang An had a strong understanding and quickly found the loopholes. He wondered:
"If you give it to me, wouldn't it be nice to buy another copy? Is it worth being so hostile to junior brother?"
As for why his one tael of gold was exchanged for a portion of Guiyuan Tang worth twenty taels of silver, Huang An didn't ask.
But he already had a guess in his mind. The one tael of gold he brought had a purity of 99.9%, and the price might be different from the normal price of 80% gold.
Because of the Ming Dynasty, such pure gold can no longer be found.
If the Zhao sisters didn't ask, Huang An wouldn't be stupid enough to say it out loud. It would be too late for him to be careful.
Huang An's words made both sisters roll their eyes. The little money fan patted Huang An on the shoulder and said angrily:
"Do you think everyone is like you, carrying one tael of gold and ten taels of silver with them? Those twenty taels of silver are not a small amount. Our martial arts school only has this little possessions, how can we buy another one? Besides, Senior Brother Pang
You’re not my father’s first disciple, so how can you be so devoted? Maybe one day you will leave my Zhao Family Martial Arts School.”
Huang An was truly surprised after hearing the little money fan's explanation.
It turns out that Pang Han is so poor?
Can’t even take out twenty taels?
So what did he show off in the past few days?
Huang An secretly shook his head, this senior brother didn't look very smart.
"There are five pharmacies at home, and I don't even have twenty taels of silver. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
No wonder he had such a bad attitude towards himself. It turned out that he drank the Guiyuan Tang worth twenty taels of silver that he could get for free.
However, the Guiyuan Soup was bought by the owner of the restaurant and given to him in the end. If he wanted to blame it, he should blame the owner for not keeping his word. Why should he blame himself?
Is it because I am easy to bully?
Also, this little money-lover is too greedy for money. Just now, her sister said that her family in the Zhao Family Martial Arts School has a great business. Now when it comes to paying for the martial arts school, she says that her martial arts school only has this little property.
Huang An shook his head, finally understanding the relationship between Pang Han and the martial arts school.
The relationship between the two is not as close as he imagined. Pang Han is not bound to the martial arts school, but it is a bit like the elementary school he went to. In high school, the relationship between students and the school is just a little closer. Huang An finally understood why he had just gone to see his master after he woke up, but he didn't see Pang Han accompanying him in the house. It turned out that he had gone home.
At this time, the two senior sisters were in a good mood. Huang An asked some questions in his mind, of course they were all about martial arts.
It was getting late, so for safety, Huang An gave up on going to the small courtyard in the east of the city and stayed in the martial arts hall.
The Zhao Family Martial Arts School is located in the west of the city, so Huang An naturally doesn't want to walk in the middle of the night.
I learned too much today, and Huang An needs to sort it out. He doesn’t have paper and pen on hand, and Huang An doesn’t dare to travel back to the Wanjie garbage dump in the martial arts hall. Who knows what the masters of the Bronze Skin Realm can do.<
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He lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, his thoughts racing.
According to Senior Sister Zhao Yan, before starting martial arts, you need to take Guiyuan Decoction, so that the fragile internal organs and organs of the human body can withstand the washing of the qi and blood of masters in the bronze skin realm, and then open the door to the Dantian and step into martial arts. In addition to being used before entering the martial arts, this Guiyuan Tang is also a rare treasure in the realm of the five internal organs and the six internal organs, which can speed up the practice of martial arts.
According to Senior Sister Zhao, Pang Han can only drink one jar of this precious medicine in one year, averaging three jars in two years, while she and her sister can only drink one jar in one season.
The more you drink of this Guiyuan Tang, the better.
In addition to Guiyuan Tang, the path to martial arts practice also requires a lot of tonic medicinal materials.
The five internal organs realm, which is the entry-level state of martial arts, requires the assistance of five kinds of medicinal decoctions, and the value of these is also high.
Fortunately, these five medicinal decoctions are available in the martial arts gym. Except for the main medicine, which needs to be purchased, all the other auxiliary medicines can be obtained in the manor to which the Zhao family belongs.
Only now did Huang An know that the Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall not only had such a large area inside the city, but also had large assets outside the city.
There are 3,000 acres of fertile land, nearly a thousand households of tenant farmers, and 17 or 18 hills.
Huang An was secretly stunned when he heard this. It turned out that the Zhao family was not the shabby people in his eyes. It turned out that the Zhao family really had a great business.
Three thousand acres of fertile land is nothing. It is close to a thousand households of tenant farmers, which is what really surprises Huang An. He is a proper big landowner.
It's just that such a family fortune was acquired by a copper-skinned master in just over twenty years.
Only now did Huang An truly realize what it meant to be a bronze-skinned martial arts master in the Ming Dynasty.
What about the Zhu family court of the Ming Dynasty?
And with so much wealth at his disposal, the masters among them may be like a carp crossing the river.
Huang An felt the horror of this world, and he needed to be cautious and cautious.
However, it is not without good news. According to Senior Sister Zhao Yan, martial arts training is directly linked to money. As long as there is money, the road to martial arts training will be much smoother.
Huang An, nothing else, is very confident about making money.
He decided to make good use of the garbage dump of all realms to earn wealth on the earth, and then exchange it for relatively cheap silver, and start practicing martial arts with krypton gold in this world.
However, there is still another problem now, and that is the owner’s injury.
The gym owner's injury is not good, so he will not be able to embark on the path of martial arts as soon as possible.
According to Senior Sister Zhao, it will take at least half a month, and Huang An can't wait.
I don’t know how long the Guiyuan Decoction I drank a few days ago will last. If the effect of the medicine disappears, the pain unique to pancreatic cancer will strike again.
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Not counting the first day of the month, Huang An has now been free from pain for thirty-six days.
It was difficult to switch from extravagance to frugality, and now he actually had a strong fear of the pain.
He needs more Guiyuan Tang to help his body recover a little, even if it costs money.
Moreover, practicing martial arts will inevitably require more Guiyuan Tang.
Therefore, Huang An plans to take Senior Sister Zhao to the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow to buy a Guiyuan Soup.
As for returning to Earth, Huang An also has this idea, but he plans to wait until tomorrow to drink Guiyuan Tang before returning to Earth.
He needs to find some medicine that can help his master recover from his injuries quickly, and at the same time, he needs to think about making money.
Fortunately, he had enough sleep today, so Huang An lay on the bed and thought about how to make reasonable use of the Wanjie Garbage Dump to make money.
At 6:30 in the morning of the next day, Huang An was woken up by a burst of shouting. It was disciples practicing martial arts.
Secretly lamenting that the road to martial arts was difficult, Huang An also climbed out of bed. After a brief wash, he followed the sound and went to the martial arts training ground in front.
More than two dozen disciples hummed and hahaed, practicing different routines, which seemed to be the same set of martial arts. Some looked like monkeys, and some looked like blind bears.
As for why Huang An can recognize the boxing technique, it's because he is a normal person.
Although he couldn't understand it, when these disciples practiced martial arts, they all imitated the appearance, movements and sounds of monkeys and blind bears.
The youngest of these disciples is seven or eight years old, and the oldest is estimated to be in his early twenties.
Compared to the dejected mood they had during martial arts training the day before yesterday, their condition was much better now. Even Huang An, an outsider, could see clearly.
It seems that the master's status in the hearts of everyone in the martial arts school is higher than he thought.
Huang An saw the Zhao sisters who were also practicing martial arts at the side. Judging from the sweat on their foreheads, they must have been practicing for a while.
The two of them had practiced so well that they didn't know what kind of routine it was, and Huang An couldn't tell.
As for Pang Han, he didn’t see it.
Probably not here yet.
In fact, Pang Han was already kneeling at the gate, being watched and laughed by many neighbors.
In the front yard of the martial arts hall, Huang An remained silent and leaned on the railing to watch.
After a set of long punches, Zhao Yan came over.
She discovered Huang An as soon as he appeared.
As the owner of the museum recovers from his injuries, Zhao Yan's expression has also recovered a lot. His fair forehead is dotted with fragrant sweat, like dewdrops on a white lotus.
The facial features are exquisite, the slender and powerful legs are swinging, and the waist is corseted to completely outline the outline of the waist.
Such a beautiful gait made Huang An's mind go blank for a moment.
"Junior brother!"
She came over, and Huang An suppressed the charm in his heart.
Everyone has a love for beauty.
I, Huang, have never been close to women, and now my body has only recovered a little. It is really a sin, a sin.
"Senior sister! Junior brother wants to buy a Guiyuan soup at the City Lord's Mansion today. I wonder if senior sister is free?"
Zhao Yanmian smiled and said:
"I know that junior brother can't wait. Junior brother, please wait for a while. The city lord's mansion hasn't opened yet. It won't be too late to go after we finish our breakfast."
Huang An smiled, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
"Sister, please continue."
Huang An made a gesture of invitation and watched Senior Sister Zhao return to the martial arts training ground to continue practicing Chang Fist. Huang An found a comfortable position and sat down.
If you want to buy Guiyuan Soup, you can only ask Senior Sister Zhao for help.
It's not that he doesn't know how to ask people, or that he's worried about being robbed on the road, but in Feng'an County, there are only four powerful families who are qualified to go to the city lord's palace to buy Guiyuantang.
They are the Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall in the west of the city, the Li Family Martial Arts Hall in the east of the city, the Yunshan Chamber of Commerce in the north of the city, and the Li family represented by the City Lord's Mansion.
Except for these four major forces, no one can buy a can of Guiyuan Tang from the city lord's palace.
This is not a special case in Feng'an County, but the entire Ming Zhu family dynasty.
The Ming Dynasty's control and oppression of warriors made Huang An feel suffocated.
If he wants to buy Guiyuan Tang, he can only buy it in the name of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School. If he goes there by himself, he won't even be able to find the door, and he might even end up killing someone.
The temperature was still relatively cold in the autumn morning, and Huang An was weak. Even if he held his arms, his nose would be cold.
But he couldn't bear to see the scene in front of him, and his eyes were burning.
These disciples all seemed to have entered the realm of the five internal organs. Although they were practicing martial arts individually and few people were sparring with each other, Huang An could still see the huge power contained in each of their moves.
With that slap, I might be able to get into the ambulance directly.
Even if he didn't fly two or three meters after the collision, Huang An felt like someone else was letting him go.
Thinking that he might be able to perform such complicated movements in the near future, Huang An felt excited.
After all, a man's yearning for power is engraved in his bones, even if his health is still in poor condition.
"I'll look for anti-inflammatory medicine when I get back. With my master's animal-like physique, it's not a problem to take ten times as much as an ordinary person. I think I'll be able to get rid of it in a week."