I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 10

Zhou Xiuniang refused to let Song Boyu get involved in the cooking, and forced him out, so she and Zhang Qi, the mother of the Du family, asked for advice.

Song Boyu didn't know much about cooking in his previous life. He could only make some instant noodles, scrambled eggs and the like, so he simply returned to the room. The sun had just risen, which was a good time to read a book.

Opening the oilcloth bag that Du Xuexue gave him yesterday, the scent of ink hit his face. He looked at the titles of the two thread-bound books, "Du Zhu on Xiaojing Lv" and "Du Zhu on Jingcheng Practical Practice", and slowly flipped through them.

To prepare for the official examination, he is preparing for the four examinations of Mingzi, Mingsuan, Minglu and Practical Practice. Song Boyu also has a yellowed "Thousand Character Classic", a total of three books, which are the preparation materials for the examination.

"I have to persist in practicing martial arts and don't fall behind in studying. If I can be admitted to the Jingping Yamen and become a clerk, I can have direct contact with the official monks and more internal exercises."

After murmuring something in a low voice, Song Boyu began to read it carefully.

Now that he had planned it, he planned to use his time every morning to read and recite these three books in full. Among them, Du Xuexue's annotations were very important, and he had to understand and recite them together.

As for practicing calligraphy, accounting paper and pen and ink are readily available at the grain store.

An hour passed quickly, and the smell of soy sauce and wheat wafted from the kitchen, making people move their index fingers.

A large casserole full of cabbage stew was ready. Zhou Xiuniang used some of the Du family's kitchen utensils and salt sauce to prepare a large bowl of cabbage stew and sent it to Du Xuexue's family. Then she asked Song Boyu to bring this A casserole of cabbage stew was brought back to their room.

In addition, she also steamed a lot of big soft steamed buns with the flour Song Boyu brought and brought them back together.

Xiu Niang wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a smile: "I used two Chinese cabbages, cut two kilograms of meat into pieces and stewed it, and there are still ten kilograms left. Grandma said that it can be kept for a long time after cutting into strips, pickling them and drying them in the air. Ning, get up, let’s eat it while it’s hot.”

At this time, Yingning, who smelled the fragrance, sat up in a daze and muttered: "Mother, why does it smell so good?"

After a while, she realized that she was not with her mother.

After escaping from the clutches of the three green-skinned villains, Xiao Yingning relaxed a lot and dreamed of a happy life for himself and his mother all night long.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at Song Boyu and Zhou Xiuniang, then she remembered that she was dreaming.

Zhou Xiuniang smiled and served Song Boyu a large bowl of cabbage stew, stuffed him with a soft yellow steamed bun, then broke another slightly hot yellow steamed bun in half, and handed one half to Ying Ning.

"Change quickly, get up and eat. Today is stewed pork with cabbage!"

Yingning took half a piece of steamed bun, took a hard bite, and chewed slowly. The natural wheat aroma and saliva digested the pasta and made it slightly sweet, making her big eyes turn into happy crescent moons.

The three of them finished eating quickly. Both little girls had round stomachs. Uncle Song ate four or five times as much as they did. After eating, their bellies were still flat and they made crackling sounds all over their bodies.

The food was being digested quickly, so he took advantage of this moment to do two things at once, practicing the special practice of walking, lying, sitting, eating, sitting still, and performing continuous exercises in the dream.

If you don't practice like this on weekdays, it's because you don't eat enough food, and excessive exercise is harmful and not beneficial.

After Song Boyu finished eating, he quickly packed up, took some copper coins, told Xiuniang and his wife not to leave the Du family, and walked to Changning Street.

He was already strong and soft, and his perception was relatively sensitive. He soon discovered that someone was staring at him, and there was more than one person.

Looking sideways, he realized that the people staring at him were all beggars from Changning Street.

Some are habitual thieves from Changning Street, while others are beggars with missing arms, legs, ears and eyes.

He kept his walking posture unchanged, and felt awe-inspiring in his heart: It seems that not only am I not planning to let these three people go, but these three green men are not planning to let me go either!

As usual, Song Boyu came to Yonghe Grain Store and worked very diligently to clean the tables and sweep the floor, make tea, and then start his daily work.

Until evening, he found a buddy's bunt outfit from the grain storehouse, put the clothes in the package, and left among the Lifu's buddies.

He carefully observed his surroundings and after confirming that no one was following him, he rushed to the more prosperous Qingmen Street of Donggefang. In the historical scene of Xun Xueya, the night market here was very interesting.

There were lanterns and colorful decorations and crowds of people. Song Boyu blended in and was very inconspicuous among the bustling crowd.

He carefully observed the crowds and stalls around him, first bought a wooden fox mask and put it on, and then went to other stalls to buy two black and white impermanence masks.

After doing all this, he bought another batch of black linen and daily necessities, then left the crowd, quickly ran back to the vicinity of Changning Street, climbed to the roof, avoided the night patrol, and returned to the courtyard by climbing over the walls.

Xiu Niang, who was waiting anxiously at home, saw that he finally came back. She ran forward and said worriedly: "Brother, why did you come back so late? Your classmate Wu Yang came to look for you today. I thought you were..."

Song Boyu stretched out an index finger and placed it on Xiu Niang's red lips: "Shh, I need your help tonight."

On the other side, Sanqingpi's residence.

"What, you haven't seen him come home? Did he not reply, or did you not keep a close eye on him?"

The black-faced man with big cakes beat him crazily with his whip, causing the beggars to scream in agony.

Another yellow-faced man with his eyes covered with ointment gritted his teeth and said: "If you continue to stare at him tomorrow morning, I will punch out his eyeballs!"

The long-faced man with half of his face swollen said respectfully to the person sitting: "Brother Xue, it's all our fault this time for letting this kid run away."

The man sitting there had a handsome face, but there was a scar on his left cheek, which ruined the whole look and made him look a little wild.

He is the eldest brother of the three green-skinned men and the last of the three gangsters in Ping'an Fang. His name is Xue Tianyi.

Xue Tian smiled evilly and took a sip of tea: "It's none of your business, it's all these little beggars who are not living up to expectations and beat them up hard! This Song Boyu is quite cunning, but no matter how cunning a fox is, he can't outrun the hunter. The palm of your hand!"

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At night, Xiu Niang was cutting the piece of black cloth, stitch by stitch, sewing quickly.

Song Boyu is sleeping deeply. He has entered the dreamland, simulating an assassination again, practicing the Golden Swallow Kung Fu and the Seven Soul Chasing Styles.

He had already agreed with Xiuniang that Yin Shi would wake him up later.

Although she usually sews old clothes and rarely makes new clothes, she is good at embroidery. When the Yin time clock rang, she finally finished the night clothes that Song Boyu needed.

Yingning couldn't bear to stay up late and fell asleep.

Song Boyu put on the night clothes with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Not bad, I didn't expect your red dress to be so good. It was done in one night."

Xiu Niang rolled her eyes at him, yawned and covered her hands:

"Brother doesn't pay attention to this at all on weekdays. How do you know how much effort I put into practicing female fashion. Grandma Chen from Dongyue Street said that I can try to make embroidered shoes next month."

Song Boyu looked at Xiuniang, stepped forward, grabbed her hands, and looked closely at her under the light.

She was obviously a ten-year-old child, but her hands were covered with calluses from starching clothes and needle holes from sewing.

Song Boyu rubbed Xiu Niang's hands and said apologetically:

"My brother didn't take good care of me. Our family should be better off after tonight. You don't have to starch or mend clothes in the future."

Xiu Niang shook her head and said seriously: "Brother, you must be very careful about what you do tonight!
I would say we might as well just let it go, but I can't persuade you.

I can only do my best, and I hope my brother must be careful.

If this happens, I have to continue working normally, otherwise wouldn't it be weird? "

Song Boyu nodded and said in a deep voice:

"I will be careful. It's not that I don't listen to advice. This matter is about to happen and I have to take action.

Today they have asked beggars to keep an eye on me, and tomorrow they will intercept and kill you if they don't dare.

If there is no case, even reporting it to the officials is useless. Moreover, the custodians may not take us seriously and may beat us with sticks.

Now that things have come to this, the first one will gain the upper hand, and the second one will suffer disaster. It is necessary to use ruthless tactics and use thunderbolt methods! "

(End of this chapter)