In the evening, people in the village began to practice Cuju after dinner. Not everyone had a Cuju ball. After all, the gift from Mr. Liu was limited, but the wisdom of the people was infinite. Many people made balls with rattan, which were very elastic.
It's not smooth enough, but you can practice your technique.
Dong Li came here early. This kid is particularly persistent in learning kung fu, but recently he has become interested in Cuju.
It’s true that Cuju should be played from a young age. Dong Li was very fast in primary school, and he was better at playing tricks than many adults.
Just after he kicked a dragon and raised his head, everyone cheered, and a smile finally appeared on his tight little face.
Bai Banxia pulled Qi Zhen's sleeve and whispered: "Dong Li smiles more than before. A child has to act mature. This is much cuter."
"Now that he has hobbies, he can be happier instead of living in hatred and pain, which is also good for him." Qi Zhen said in a low voice.
Bai Banxia nodded. If Dong Li's father and mother were still alive, they would not want him to kill wolves for revenge, but would like him to live happily.
The two of them were talking quietly, and Aunt Fang came over and said, "Panxia, did your mother tell you that my family will kill a pig tomorrow and ask you to come and eat the pig meat?"
Aunt Fang’s family doesn’t have much land, but she is very capable and her family members are also hard-working. They not only raise chickens and ducks, but also two pigs, and the yard is kept clean. Tomorrow is the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, and it is the day to kill the pigs.
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When raising pigs in the village, people who are familiar with the pigs are usually invited to help kill the pigs, and then they are left to eat the fresh pork, and then some are kept for the family to eat during the New Year, and the rest is sold at the market on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month to earn some money.
"My mother forgot about it. It's not too late to know now. I will definitely go and have dinner tomorrow." Bai Banxia laughed. Such a big thing happened today. My mother has been wronged for many years and has been wronged. She can't remember anything else.
When the Xu family was causing trouble, Aunt Fang was busy at home and did not go to see the fun, but the incident soon spread in the village.
"Your mother and I have been friends for many years. Let me just say it's not her. Now it's clear." Aunt Fang was happy for Zhang Lingzhi from the bottom of her heart.
"Aunt Fang, thank you." Thank you for taking care of my mother all these years.
Aunt Fang felt a little embarrassed when she thanked her, and said, "You are too polite, kid. You must come tomorrow."
Bai Banxia suddenly remembered a soup, "Don't throw away the pig's entrails tomorrow. I'll make a purple-gold eight-knife soup."
"Purple Gold Eight-knife Soup?" Aunt Fang had never heard of it, but she couldn't help drooling when she thought of the novel delicacies made by Bai Banxia's family, "Okay, I will definitely keep it for you!"
Aunt Fang left happily, while Qi Zhen stared at Bai Banxia and asked: "What is the Purple Gold Knife Soup? Pork chopped with the Purple Knife?"
Bai Banxia's mouth twitched, "Zijin is a place name. It's quite far in the south. My master also told me about it. In those days, there was a kind of delicacy, which was to cut each of the eight parts of the pig's body with a knife, then cook the soup, and serve it with
Eat it with rice or noodles, it’s especially delicious.”
It is said that Zijin Badao Soup is usually made from local authentic Langtang pigs, but these days, pigs raised purely naturally should not be bad either.
Qi Zhen thought for a while, "I've never heard of Zijin."
"I've heard of it and you can't remember it." Bai Banxia rolled her eyes at him. This guy had only recently remembered how he was plotted against, but he couldn't remember anything else.
Qi Zhen didn't care, and said with a smile: "Then I will help kill the pig tomorrow, and I will drink your Zijin Ba Dao soup."
Bai Banxia glanced at him. A handsome and cold man like him was going to kill a pig? The picture should be very nice, right? She was suddenly looking forward to tomorrow.
On the other side, Chen Rufeng was practicing Cuju with Dalang and the others. There was a smile on his face, and he became familiar with Bai Tian, Dalang and Sanlang.
He turned to look at Bai Banxia and Bai Banxia who were whispering aside, with a look of envy flashing through his eyes.
"Ru Feng, watch the ball!" Bai Shenggen shouted.
Chen Rufeng had no time to react, and was hit in the face by the ball. There was some dust on his cheeks, but fortunately they were practicing kicking skills, so the kicks were not hard, and it didn't hurt. Bai Tian followed his gaze and looked over, enduring
I couldn't help but sigh.
The child is good, what a pity, what a pity.
After returning to Bai's house, Chen Rufeng asked Bai Banxia about medical skills.
"How do you practice moxibustion Qi? I think without moxibustion Qi, your acupuncture technique may only be one-tenth as effective." He said.
Bai Banxia gave him an appreciative look, "My eyesight is good, so I use different moxibustion gases for daily acupuncture, and only use them when saving lives. The moxibustion gas can complement my acupuncture techniques, which greatly improves the acupuncture techniques."
"Can I practice?" Chen Rufeng asked with yearning.
"I'm not sure. My master said this thing is something you are born with. I'll tell you the method. You can try it, but whether you can practice it or not depends on your luck."
Bai Banxia didn't fool him. There were so many juniors in the hidden medical sect in her previous life. Why did the elders focus on her to train her? It was because she was born with the ability to practice moxibustion. In her generation, the entire hidden medical sect was the only one with moxibustion Qi.
Just two people.
Chen Rufeng was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to lecture him so straightforwardly, and asked hurriedly: "You don't need to ask your master? Can anyone other than the teacher be allowed?"
"When you have mastered it, just take me as your teacher. If you can't master it, there is nothing you can do." Bai Banxia said nonchalantly.
Bai Tian was washing up on the side and heard this: "Daughter, you are arrogant. Ru Feng is older than you, how can I accept you as my teacher? I also have a teacher."
"Uncle, there is no age limit when studying medicine, and there is no limit to one master. Banxia's medical skills are far better than mine. It would be a great honor for me to have her as my master." Chen Rufeng hurriedly explained.
Bai Banxia raised her eyebrows at her father in disbelief. Listen, she has never bullied anyone. If she really learned her moxibustion energy, it would be inappropriate to practice medicine in seclusion. She can't help that fictional person.
I want my master to accept a disciple. How many lies will I have to make up in the future? It would be easier to accept a disciple myself.
"Then you teach others well and don't bully others into being honest." Bai Tian snorted and said.
"I know." Bai Banxia responded, and then explained the method of practicing moxibustion Qi to Chen Rufeng, and said, "This thing can't be practiced overnight. Don't be impatient and take your time."
Chen Rufeng solemnly bowed to her as a disciple, "Yes, I have written it down."
He didn't mind accepting Bai Banxia as his master now, but he was afraid that he would be disappointed if he couldn't practice moxibustion Qi, but now he regarded her as his master in his heart.
Not far away, Qi Zhen's face darkened. He suggested that Ban Xia accept a disciple, but he didn't want her to accept such a big disciple and a good-looking man of the same age. Is it convenient? Is it convenient?
When he saw Bai Banxia talking a lot closer to Chen Rufeng, and even smiling brightly at him, his heart got mixed up and he felt uncomfortable.
"Panxia, come and give me an acupuncture." He shouted with a dark face.
