In order to collect enough money, Pang Han and his father, Old Man Pang, begged his grandfather and grandma for the past few days, and sold a drug store, and finally collected eighty taels of silver.
But there is still a gap of twenty taels, but it cannot be filled.
He had to beg Old Man Pang to sell that drug store.
Moreover, Pang Han knelt in front of his mother, younger brother, and younger sister, and solemnly swore that he would definitely break through to the copper-skin realm to repay their support and nurturing grace.
After all, he has been practicing martial arts for ten years and has spent countless money. He has not yet become a master in the copper-skin realm. Old Pang is anxious and unwilling to give him too much help at once.
First, they are really reluctant to part with their inheritance. A family cannot hang itself on a tree, even if it is its eldest son.
Old man Pang must leave a certain amount of money to support him and his wife in their old age, and he must also leave part of his financial resources to give his younger son a wife and children.
This is incense, and incense is more important than the illusory martial arts path of the eldest son.
Secondly, Pang Han has worked hard to practice martial arts for the past ten years, spending no less than seven or eight hundred taels of silver, but with no results. Old man Pang is a little discouraged.
Pang Han knew his father's thoughts and came today to plead for mercy again, but was rejected again. No wonder he gave Huang An a bad look and even made sarcastic remarks.
If it weren't for the junior brothers watching not far away, Pang Han would have ridiculed Huang An severely, and even kicked him twice to vent his anger. It's not impossible.
Pang Han's incident did not affect Huang An's martial arts training. He continued to practice the turtle character exercise over and over again.
As he drank more Guiyuan Decoction and continued the five-organ breathing method, Huang An felt that his current physical condition was not much different from that of an ordinary man.
With such physical fitness, it is natural that it can withstand more hardships.
After practicing until seven o'clock in the evening, Huang An, who was exhausted, dragged his limp body into the kitchen.
The senior sister divided his dinner separately and steamed it in a large pot over low heat to keep it warm.
When Huang An entered, Xiao Wu, who was making the medicine, and two kitchen servants were squatting to eat.
Their food didn't have much oil or water, it was pure corn mush and shit-yellow polenta, which made Huang An feel uncomfortable for a while.
Huang An suddenly felt that the five pigs raised in his waste treatment plant were better fed than they were, and much better.
After all, the five pigs I raise eat either rice or noodles, meat, vegetables, oil and water every day, and they can often change their diet.
But the three of them ate much better than Xiao Wu and the others.
The air is filled with the aroma of meat, emanating from the pot. The hot aroma is mixed with the cold wind of the autumn evening, passing through the tip of the nose, which is particularly delicious.
When Huang An entered, he noticed that the three of them glanced in the direction of the steamer from time to time and swallowed their throats from time to time.
"Brother Huang!"
When Xiao Wu saw Huang An coming, he stood up immediately. The other two helpers did the same, and even the expressions on their faces became much calmer.
The status of a martial artist is very high. Even if Huang An is a new disciple, he is still a martial artist recognized by the imperial court. It is not something that they, like tenant farmers and handymen who are not even ordinary people, can look down upon.
Huang An glanced at the three people and saw that their faces were all pale, with high cheekbones and the outline of their entire body bones under their thin clothes.
This was too frustrating, and Huang An sighed helplessly.
Even in Feng'an City, where sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn are widely available, there are people with severe malnutrition. Who knows how miserable the situation will be outside the city and elsewhere in the world?
Huang Anxin was so kind that he couldn't bear to see himself eating eighteen kinds of meat and vegetable meals while watching others eat pig food.
As an adopted son, he can better understand the difficulties of such low-income children, and the suffering and pain can make even adults shudder.
Of course, he had no intention of being out of sight and out of mind, moving to a place to eat, or driving these three people away to prevent him from seeing them.
Huang An is a truly good person.
He moved his lips and ordered in a sigh:
"Xiaowu, I'm too tired from practicing martial arts today. Please help me bring out the food and put it on the table."
"Okay!"
Xiao Wu chuckled, immediately put down the off-white porcelain bowl, wiped his hands, and picked up a clean linen cloth to help Huang An prepare the food.
The two helpers couldn't stand to watch, so they also wiped their hands and walked over to help.
When the lid of the pot was opened, the aroma and more steam suddenly spurted out, making the three of them even more hungry.
The smell makes you feel like you have ascended to heaven after just one whiff.
Huang An judged that the three of them should be tenant farmers of the Zhao family in the village outside the city.
He took his eyes away from the three of them and sat carelessly beside the stool at the door of the kitchen, waiting for the three of them to finish their work.
There was no intentional breaking of plates, and soon the table in front of Huang An was filled with today's dinner.
The portion was very generous. Huang An glanced at the three people squatting in the kitchen. The three people did not dare to look outside. They picked up their bowls and chopsticks and ate silently.
It's just that the Adam's apple that keeps surging in the throat and the suction in the nose becomes more frequent, so Huang An can also see their greed.
"Xiaowu!"
Huang An called out again, and Xiao Wu raised his head in confusion. He already had a guess in his mind, but he didn't dare to show it, so as not to annoy Huang An.
"Come here!"
Huang An waved, and this time even the ears of the two servants perked up. They had already foreseen something.
"Brother Huang!"
Xiao Wu lowered his head and tried not to look at the food on the table, but the smell kept getting into his nose, and he couldn't help but peek sideways.
The food on that table was more delicacies than he could eat in his entire life.
"Take these three plates and let the three of you eat! I'm sick and can't eat so much today."
Huang An casually pointed at the three meat dishes on one side, then lowered his head and swallowed a mouthful of rice.
Xiaowu couldn't believe that Brother Huang could actually give three plates. He thought one plate was good enough.
He didn't dare to move. Huang An was slightly angry and scolded:
"Just take it if I tell you to!"
Angry warriors are still very scary. At least Huang An can make Xiao Wu obey orders obediently as soon as Huang An intervenes and the warriors scold him.
"Thank you, Brother Huang!"
Xiao Wu's thank you was a little choked, Huang An pretended not to hear, he waved his hand and stopped looking at him.
What he did was good enough. He did not use a charitable tone, but found an excuse that both parties could trust.
The most precious thing about these people is their dignity.
Giving alms from a high position will destroy that precious and noble dignity. Huang An does not disdain it and cannot bear to damage it.
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In Feng'an City, there has been no news of murder by bandits for two or three days.
The strong thieves seemed to have really disappeared, and the situation in the city gradually stabilized.
So far, Huang An has stayed at the Zhao Family Martial Arts School for seven days. Not only has he memorized the prescriptions for the Five Zang Decoctions, but he has also learned the 108 movements of the Turtle Character Strengthening Technique by heart.
The annotations are also memorized, and the illustrations can be drawn with eyes closed, and they are accurate.
Even because he had seen real pictures of internal organs, his restoration was even more perfect.
Huang An no longer needed to take a special trip with a camera to take pictures of the contents of the two brochures.
If it is performed alone, even the master will praise his standard of movement.
But if he uses it continuously, Huang An is still far behind.
Because this involves the power of Qi and blood that Huang An cannot sense in his current state.
According to the master's advice, there are two main reasons.
First, Huang An didn't practice long enough, and he did a lot of useless work in the process of connecting movements, which made it unsustainable.
Second, Huang An’s martial arts training time is too short.
The real power of the five-organ breathing method and the five-organ soup has not been revealed. To use the complete turtle character exercise method requires very high physical fitness.
For warriors, the quality of physical fitness is the basis for judging the strength of Qi and blood.
In a word, Huang An's Qi and blood are not strong enough to practice for a long time.
According to what his master and senior sister said, Huang An was a newborn calf and his body was too tender. It would take him two or three years of practice before he could master the full set of turtle-shaped body-building techniques.
The comments from the master and senior sister made Huang An's restless heart calm down, and he even felt a little bit depressed.
This is too difficult!
Two years, two years to become proficient!
Huang An feels that he can survive for another two years relying on Guiyuan Tang.
However, the physical condition at that time will definitely not be as good as now, and the speed of practice will be slower than now.
After all, Guiyuan Tang also has drug resistance.
Huang An couldn't afford to wait, so under Huang An's questioning, the master gave Huang An another way to quickly increase his physical fitness.
It’s still krypton gold, but this time it’s not precious medicine, but krypton gold to buy exotic animal meat.
However, this road is too difficult, and there is basically no possibility for Huang An to take advantage of it.
Alien beast meat is extremely expensive. Even Zhao Dun, a late-stage Bronze Skin Realm master on the surface and an Iron Bone Realm master secretly, can still only afford third-grade exotic beast meat.
This is still occasional, not long-term.
These three grades of exotic animal meat are worth one pound and twelve taels.
As for the thirty taels and one kilogram of second-grade exotic animal meat, Zhao Dun has never eaten it. Even the Martial Arts Department of the city lord's palace in Feng'an City does not sell second-grade exotic animal meat.
There are second-grade exotic animal meats for sale in Youzhou City, but even Zhao Dun is not able to enjoy such valuable treasures.
Moreover, the meat of exotic beasts is not enough. Huang An's body, or the body of the entire Five Zang and Six Fu realm warriors, is simply unable to digest the meat of exotic beasts that contains huge amounts of energy.
Only those warriors at the late stage of the Six-Fu Realm who have trained their internal organs to the extreme, or those who have opened the door to martial arts perfectly and perfectly, can grind the meat of alien animals and make it into meat porridge to drink.
Moreover, the meat of exotic animals used to make porridge must be smashed into minced meat with a sledgehammer to help the warrior digest it.
Otherwise, it will be difficult for them to digest the energy of exotic animal meat.
However, hitting the exotic animal meat with a sledgehammer and smashing it into pieces will cause a large part of the energy in the exotic animal meat to be lost.
After all, when the sledgehammer hits the meat of exotic beasts, the force is uneven, and with the beating for a long time, the energy of the flesh of the exotic beasts will soon overflow.
Therefore, over time, except for those proud men with big families and great businesses, no one in the world would consume expensive exotic animal meat in the five internal organs and six internal organs, which lay the foundation for martial arts.
The master also said that when Huang An treated him twice before, the gray-black meat porridge that his eldest daughter Zhao Yan fed him was the meat of exotic animals.
At that time, he was seriously injured and his digestive ability was greatly weakened, so when he ate the meat of exotic animals, he had to smash it into pieces and swallow it.
This is true for him, a late-stage Bronze Skin Realm master, let alone a novice like Huang An who has just entered the martial arts?
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