Although practicing boxing is crazy, the young man has never forgotten his responsibilities as a young man in a brothel. Together with his diligent hands and feet and his natural love for cleanliness, the scene in the building is spotless every day. Cui Xiaoshan's white clothes are brushing
Even the corners that are most likely to accumulate dust are not stained with any dust, and the beauties are always very satisfied with this.
Nanny Chen, who was originally a little worried about whether Wei Changpan's sudden change of environment would leave behind her past diligent and frugal habits, found that the cleanest one every time she washed the dishes was always his, so she relaxed her mind, but was still a little nervous every time.
The big bowl was filled with food. Xiao Lan'er and Xiao Zhu'er, the four personal maids, gathered together and chatted about girls' personal talk. They didn't shy away from Wei Changpan, a boy of the same age who was three or two years younger.
, instead, she pulled him along. As time went by, the young man who used to feel uncomfortable talking to women now smiled brightly.
In the brothel, in addition to the aura of flowers, balsam and powder, there is also the aura of popularity and the growing chivalrous spirit of young people.
Wei Changpan would also read the two books left by the old scholar in his free time. The words and deeds written in the books are not the ancient knowledge of the sages, but the principles of how to deal with people. Even if he wants to read the former,
He couldn't understand it, but he liked the latter's way of explaining the main idea through stories. Some difficult truths that were originally difficult to understand were explained thoroughly in just a few words. He liked it very much.
In addition, Wei Changpan, who had noticed that the four people had lost their appetite for several days, learned the reason from Aunt Chen. That day, he took a pole and braved the rain and went back to the vegetable field where he was lying at home. He waited until the young man's death came an hour and a half later.
When the figure reappeared in the sight of everyone in the brothel, there were two baskets of fresh vegetables in the kitchen with bent poles, and half a basket of lively river shrimps in a fish basket.
Wei Changpan, who doesn't want an extra tael of monthly income, has his own reasons. The vegetables are grown in his own land, and the river shrimps are picked up casually when he returns to the brothel. Even if he sells them at a stall in the town, they only cost a few dozen copper coins.
That’s it. My appetite is astonishing. If you really care that your monthly money is not enough for food, then you don’t have to worry about this little thing.
The next day, Wei Changpan wore a raincoat and a bamboo hat and went up the mountain with a big bamboo basket on his back. He came back when it was getting dark. He was carrying three red-bellied golden pheasants with bright feathers in his hands. In the basket on his back was a bundle of yams and some yam that Grandma Chen had never heard of.
There are wild berries and an unnamed herb that are dried and ground into sachets, which have a refreshing and soothing effect.
, three unlucky golden pheasants became dinner that night, and all the delicious skin and meat went into the bellies of several people in the brothel...
From time to time, he brings back some wild wild herbs that the beautiful girls have never seen before. After being cooked by Grandma Chen skillfully, they are naturally first-class delicacies. There are a few more river shrimps in the water tank next to the stove of the small brothel.
The little blue crabs that were touched together, Xiao Meier saw that they looked really cute, so she let these little blue crabs escape from the kitchen knife in the hands of Grandma Chen, and replaced them with a few girls in the water tank for teasing. She didn't know what to do with it.
It's a blessing or a curse for them.
The rain finally stopped. Thanks to Wei Changpan's bringing back novel ingredients every day, the women in the brothel became slightly plumper and their moods became clearer along with the weather.
Only the young man frowned, as if he was troubled. At this time, several girls who usually laughed and played together did not disturb his meditation.
I have been practicing boxing for more than a month. Unlike the first half of the period when I was slow but not motionless, I have gained almost nothing from practicing boxing in recent days. If it was just for one day, I never thought that it would be like this for a month and a half.
, which made Wei Changpan very puzzled.
It was not that he had not inquired about Second Master Qian, but he was choked back by "You can't get through such a small pass by yourself, and you still want to learn this boxing?" Originally, Second Master Qian wanted to ask him for advice.
I have already known the problem for a long time, and I secretly laugh in my heart. Isn’t it just because of this situation that I put so much effort in the first place, how could I slap myself in the face?
Since he had to solve this bottleneck by himself, Wei Changpan had no idea how to start for a while. He still just practiced boxing day after day. The more the young man worked hard to practice boxing, the more he was impressed by the boxing skills demonstrated by Qian Erye.
Fuzzy, the three-pointed shape he practiced seemed to have a tendency to swim against the current or retreat if he did not advance, which made him a little at a loss and didn't know what to do. His appetite was much smaller on weekdays, which attracted the attention of the delicate Cui Xiaoshan, who thought that the young man was
He contracted a cold and hurt his intestines and stomach. After some questioning, he found out that the young man's illness was not a physical illness, so he introduced Yue Qingqing.
Among the four beauties, Cui Xiaoshan has the most elegant appearance. Cen Lin has a poetry and calligraphy talent in his late years. Gu Meisheng plays the pipa and has taught talented people. Only she, Yue Qingqing, practices martial arts and is as heroic as the men.
Yue Qingqing also roughly understood the bottleneck encountered by young men in boxing.
It's very embarrassing. Although her martial arts, including boxing and kicking, are mainly related to weapons, her boxing skills are no better than those of Wei Changpan. After all, if a woman walks in the world, if she competes with others,
Knocking someone backwards with one punch and vomiting blood at the mouth is not as cool as swinging a sword to easily defeat the enemy. Yue Qingqing's boxing and kicking skills are only average, but at least he is more experienced and knowledgeable than the people in the quiet corner of the town.
It’s early to practice martial arts, so it’s not difficult to give a little guidance.
After finding an open space, Wei Changpan first completed the five moves of splitting, drilling, cannon, and horizontal moves, and his boxing was meticulous.
Yue Qingqing couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Being able to practice the current three-pointed form in one month seemed to be a natural talent, but it couldn't be called a complete know-it-all. How come she couldn't make any progress in the middle? There were some clues. Wei Changpan's boxing was too good.
Death, he completely imitated the person who demonstrated this punch to him, trying to be exactly the same even with a few minor flaws. Such a behavior of neglecting the basics, losing the move itself, and practicing his own punches, even if he was lucky enough not to make any big mistakes along the way.
Chazi, in the end, it is just a showy show.
After "Xiaopan" figured out the main crux of the problem, Yue Qingqing said frankly, "We all see that you work hard in boxing, but some things cannot be solved by just working hard."
"Before you practice boxing, have you ever thought about what the boxing looks like? If you study people instead of boxing, you are like a scholar who goes to Beijing to take the exam. The articles he writes are all based on the wisdom of his predecessors. Not only does he lose his reputation, but also loses his reputation.
There’s a chance that your head will fall off if you hit it with a board.”
"It's absolutely impossible for you to become famous if you practice boxing like this. It can still have some effects on strengthening your body."
"Other people's punches belong to others, and your punches belong to you."
"You have to know this."
The form of a set of flowing clouds and flowing water is only one point, but the divine intention that Wei Changpan is searching for has three points.
There was a hint of apology in Yue Qingqing's words, "I've been watching you practice boxing these past few days, and I was a little curious, so I made some casual gestures. Unexpectedly, God's will came to me. I owe you a favor."
The young man seems to have realized something.
Then he punched, still determined.
The power of the fist swallows thousands of miles, like a roaring tiger.