The old Chinese doctor in the courtyard

Chapter 400 A solid foundation

"Hey, didn't Lao Du say that?
No matter who Mrs. Li is at home or abroad, are you still the daughter-in-law of the Li family?

Just learn to do things with peace of mind, and slowly you will realize that under the general trend, there is no choice.

Let Sister Wang transport the gold. Remember, you can't just take the gold with flowers. If you want to use it, ask me in advance.

Gold is not cash. If you spend it, you will be in trouble. Do you want to exchange the yellow croaker in Aunt Zou's hand even if you don't see me?
The higher-ups are keeping a close eye on the large and small yellow croakers sold by the captain's bank. Don't cause trouble by blindly talking. That would be really unjust. "

After sending the female bastard away, Li Shengli continued to write a brief description of the bamboo core board. He could not see the two women's joint fortune.

Although he felt a little unworthy of Wang Zhi, Du Jiaoyang still reassured her according to what Li Shengli said.

If you don't have the right person to bring money, it's very tiring just to hold it in your hands.

Du Jiaoyang took off his coat, and also pulled Wang Zhi, who was squirming, to take off his jacket with a slanted lapel beside Li Shengli.

Looking at the tan shirt covered with various patches inside, Du Jiaoyang felt a sore nose for no reason. Looking at his man who regarded the two of them as if they were nothing, he felt even more unworthy of Wang Zhi.

She forced Wang Zhi to change into her shirt in the room, but Wang Zhi said, "I'm afraid of the smell," which almost made the female gangster break her guard.

Ling Ling Zongzong's little hundred and ten kilograms of gold were placed on the table and chairs in the bedroom by the two of them.

Seeing Li Shengli say, "Come and copy it once," and then sitting obediently in front of the desk, not even daring to wipe off the sweat, just copying Wang Zhi honestly, Du Jiaoyang really felt that she was not worth it in his heart.

Du Jiaoyang was filled with indignation when he saw Li Shengli pull out a few small cloth bags from his leather backpack and neatly put away the gold on the tables and chairs.

With so much gold, she couldn't just live her life, but also had to serve Li Shengli, who treated her like a human being. Du Jiaoyang secretly resented Wang Zhi's cowardice.

After copying the brief description written by Li Shengli twice, Wang Zhi looked back at the two people. When the man nodded, he smiled and left the bedroom.

"Ugh……

It is true that there must be something hateful about poor people.

She has so much money, why does she still treat you so disrespectfully? "

Feeling that Wang Zhi was almost gone, Du Jiaoyang also expressed his complaints.

"Compared to Wang Zhibi, you are blind, not only blind in your eyes, but also blind in your heart.

Wang Zhi has a saying that is right, she can feel at ease when she is by my side.

Now I am the only one who can truly protect her and still be able to protect her.

Remember, in the three villages of Madianji, Wali, and Shanshan, I dare not say nonsense that whoever is allowed to live will survive.

But no one I let die would be able to leave the village alive.

Okay, let’s relax after a day of messy thoughts? "

Refuting Du Jiaoyang's rhetoric, Li Shengli told the truth. Even if Wang Zhi had a gold mountain, he could not buy stability.

If you give away your things, you will only get two months of stability. If you give her gold for her appearance, the outcome may be even worse.

After taking the opportunity to point out the role of the three villages in Madianji, Li Shengli didn't say anything in detail. It was already a matter in front of him. By then, the female gangster would naturally understand.

"I didn't take a bath, I'm not clean!"

After angrily scolding Li Shengli, Du Jiaoyang fell asleep full of resentment.

Early the next morning, after being called out by Wang Zhi, he looked at Li Shengli, who was circling in the yard with a big knife, and at the same time, Wang Zhi, who was washing towels in the hot water basin. The female gangster somewhat looked down on the people in this big house. The original eldest lady was too humble.

"Great Phoenix, my hand, eye, body, and footwork are somewhat basic. Isn't it time to practice?"

Starting from the dark sky, he did fifty laps on each side. When he felt that he had basically adapted to the movement of Baguazhang, Li Shengli put forward the request to practice.

The true teaching of Baguazhang, practicing steps in circles is not a basic skill, it is just an initial adaptation.

From the big circle to the small circle, from slow to fast, in order not to get dizzy while making quick moves.

This method of punching and kicking is very suitable for pilot training, and it is very helpful in improving one's own balance.

Regarding techniques, Li Shengli had learned more than a dozen Sanshou killing moves from Xiao Feng before. The Xiao family did not have any serious routines, it was just footwork, Sanshou, and basic skills.

As the old saying goes, practicing boxing without practicing martial arts will lead to nothing. The same Sanshou, Xiao Hu and Xiao Feng hit a person. It seems that the person is dead with just one click.

When Li Shengli used it and tried his best, it was hard to say whether he could knock people unconscious. This was the function of practicing Qigong.

That day in the yard guarded by Zhang Dingbang, Xiao Hu smashed the whole cabbage into pieces, which was a reflection of his solid basic skills.

Now that the storm is approaching, Li Shengli also has requirements for the intensity of his actions.

Although he may not have a chance to take action, it is as safe as the flower-kou luzi he carries. It can be used without it, but it cannot be done without. This is called a backhand in the official career. The more people who have a backhand, the safer it is.

"Uncle, do your exercises in the spring and summer, and your kung fu in the autumn and winter. Don't be in a hurry, right?

According to the family tradition, hair growth in spring and summer is suitable for practicing Qigong, while hair growth in autumn and winter is suitable for Qigong training.

Practicing boxing also needs to be divided into four seasons. When practicing in spring and summer, the medicinal materials used for scrubbing are not very effective..."

Regarding Xiao Feng's statement, Li Shengli also agreed that this boxing theory is considered profound and is connected with the ups and downs of traditional Chinese medicine.

Spring governs hair growth and vents the turbid qi that converges in the body during autumn and winter. Spring and summer governs catharsis, which is not conducive to the absorption of medicinal properties. Autumn governs convergence and can better absorb medicinal properties. This is also the principle of poor literature and rich martial arts.

It is not something that ordinary people can afford to hire a medical practitioner to provide services for Qigong practice.Practicing Qigong should also be accompanied by Chinese medicine, which can be taken internally or applied externally. The principle is relatively simple. It is nothing more than internal and external stimulation, increasing the toughness and strength of muscles and bone density. At the same time, the calluses left by Qigong are washed away, so that when you do it, you will not be exposed at a glance.

Traditional martial arts are not used for fighting in the ring. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are killing skills.

The hands are full of calluses, and the opponent will be on guard at the first glance. Sneak attack, using the strong to defeat the weak, and using the small to gain the big are the essence of Chuanwu.

We have agreed that you will punch me and I will kick you, but that is not really a trick. It is more appropriately called juggling or juggling.

To catch you off guard, to sneak up from behind, to attack suddenly, to look for a person's weakness and to kill you with one blow is the essence of Chuanwu, because this way you kill people the fastest and you suffer the least damage.

The so-called martial ethics are required of the warriors themselves, and they are spoken while sitting down. It is not a requirement for skills. When it comes to the skill of killing, it is somewhat nonsense to talk about humility.

"I'm playing with bone injuries. You don't need to remind me. Let's arrange shaking hands and grabbing today. Even if we can't lay a solid foundation in the past few months, we must have a relatively solid foundation."

After arranging the exercises, Li Shengli naturally took the hot towel from Wang Zhi. After wiping the inside and outside, he drank a few sips of tea and went into the room to change clothes.

"Sister Wang, if you spoil her like this, do I have to follow your example?"

After doing several morning exercises in the hall, first he glared at the little maid who obeyed Li Shengli's words. Du Jiaoyang started to question Wang Zhi with anger.

"what?

Isn't it the right thing to wipe a man's body and wash his feet?
I have to go and dry the porridge for him. It’s easy to get angry if you drink it when it’s too hot..."

Du Jiaoyang glanced at Wang Zhi, who had entered the role after one night, with resentment in his eyes. Wasn't this giving her eye drops?
"Don't spoil him. What does he say? What should I do in the future?"

Wang Zhi is a submissive person, so Du Jiaoyang can only go to Xiao Feng to build an alliance.

"Auntie, please don't hurt me. If my mother were here, I would have to relax my uncle from top to bottom.

I dared to glare at him, but I didn't dare to contradict him. My mother would torture me if she found out. It felt like a dilemma between life and death. "

Xiao Feng looked at the aunt who didn't know her uncle was sinister, and she distanced herself decisively. This lady was really a eldest lady. She was used to being arrogant. She had never seen how powerful the old lady of the Xiao family was, and she didn't know how vicious her uncle was.

After hitting the wall twice in a row, Du Jiaoyang was furious. What good things does his own man have that he praises so much?

After the activity, he jogged twice in the courtyard, had breakfast with Li Shengli, and drank warm porridge. Du Jiaoyang had to say that this was a good idea.

After breakfast, before it was time to go to work, Li Shengli was not in a hurry to go to the doctor. He asked Wang Zhi to look at the medicine box for him at home, and then took Du Jiaoyang and Xiao Feng around Madianji Village.

"You're so particular. After taking a walk, do you have to change your clothes?"

Looking at Li Shengli who looked so meek after taking off his Chinese tunic suit, Du Jiaoyang felt unhappy and sarcastically mocked him.

"I didn't realize it, but you are quite meticulous. This is the same outfit you use for practicing.

When you go out for a consultation, you still need to be clean and tidy inside and outside. "

This is not something Li Shengli is particular about. There is a distinction just like sportswear and work clothes. In his opinion, if the conditions are sufficient, they still need to be changed.

It's just that he is wearing black old clothes and ingot shoes, so most people look the same.

"Sir, you are so particular..."

Hearing that Li Shengli was really doing one thing to the other, Du Jiaoyang was also convinced. He was once a country bumpkin, but now he is his own man.

That is, Li Shengli, the grandson, was dressed in old coarse cloth and his face was clean-shaven. He looked clean, simple, calm and capable, but in Du Jiaoyang's eyes, he was very particular.

Before going out, in addition to asking Wang Zhi to look at the medicine box, the grandson also threw the old coarse cloth he wore during the day to the servant-like woman, saying that he wanted her to scratch the ball of thread on it. The woman, still looking like she had won the melon, smiled at her.

If it weren't for her pity for her past, or if it wasn't for the fact that she was his own man, Du Jiaoyang would definitely say something mean.

He originally thought he was a country bumpkin's grandson, and he was very arrogant in his behavior. Cash was delivered in pockets, and gold was delivered in pounds. Compared with Li Shengli, Du Jiaoyang felt that she, who was born in a large courtyard, should switch identities with him. She is the one who That country bumpkin who has never seen the world.

"It's easy to say. This is also what the master taught you by words and deeds. Today, when you go to the city to clean up, you still have to show your sincerity."

Du Jiaoyang was so angry that Li Shengli didn't open any pot, and he deliberately said something to him. He had already arrived at the entrance of the village. Looking at the tamping teams on both sides of the village entrance, the female gangster also covered his head in surprise. Mouthed.

This was decided just yesterday morning, and she followed Li Shengli to witness it with her own eyes.

In just one day and one night, in addition to the endless ramming teams on both sides of the village entrance, two houses were built on each side. Although they were not built, they had a general appearance.

Thinking that when I came back last night, the entrance to the village was still empty. No need to ask, the house must have been built overnight.

The people who were pounding the foundation of the wall were men, women, old and young. The women and the old were using erected poles, while the younger ones were using tamping stones.

The strong labor force became ruthless. The standing stones were connected with wooden stakes and hit the ground one after another, which also hit Du Jiaoyang's heart.

Last night, Li Shengli said that he could not decide who would live in the village, and whoever he wanted to die would not be able to leave the village. It seemed that he was not lying.

He just talked casually with the old branch secretary of Madianji, and the whole village came out to pound the village in Madianji. If they really wanted to beat someone to death, it might be easier than pounding it, right?
Those who were doing the tamping were those who were inspecting it. Seeing Captain Ma holding a steel bar and constantly piercing it on the compacted foundation, the steel bar stood upright. This man who was doing the tamping shouted loudly and cursed.

And the scoldings were quite dirty. Seeing those who were scolded each and every one coming back obediently and continuing to beat them, Du Jiaoyang felt that these people were similar to Wang Zhi who was the picker of threads in the old house.

Looking at my man Li Shengli again, he still looks warm and gentle with his hands behind his back, but his brows are sometimes stretched and sometimes frowned, which is shocking to see.

Li Shengli, who didn't think he was tall at first, took a few steps forward, and Du Jiaoyang felt that the man seemed a bit taller.

Because the people who greeted him were all holding steel bars and not working. Those who were tamping the steel bars pretended not to see them. Many people still had smiles on their faces.

Driven by this kind of momentum, Li Shengli felt more bossy and might look a little taller...

(End of this chapter)