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

Chapter 2 Chapter 3-4 Belly like a soldering iron
After waking up, Song Boyu still felt extremely energetic.

He climbed up quietly, fearing to disturb Xiu Niang who was sleeping soundly.

Looking at the messy yard, the figures of his parents chopping firewood and washing clothes appeared in front of his eyes. Song Boyu's eyes became moist. Song Boyu closed his eyes and opened them after a few breaths.

Unfortunately, her parents have passed away, but life is still going on. My sister has only herself to rely on, so she must be strong!

Song Boyu secretly swore: "Since I have adventures, I will cherish them even more. On the premise of protecting myself and my family, I will spare no effort to fight against evil spirits!"

He packed up his belongings, put his parents' ashes urn at the bottom of the basket, put the two of them's change of clothes on top of it, put the big steamed buns enough for them for five days and a bag of dried salted radish on top.

He took out a dry steamed bun, broke it in half, stuffed it with dried salted radish, and chewed it bite by bite.

At this moment, the breeze blew, and half of the blood-stained rolling pin rolled to his feet.

Song Boyu picked up the half of the rolling pin, swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth hard, and said softly: "Mom, I really want to hear you say it again, eat slowly, don't choke!"

After slowly finishing the steamed buns and stuffing half of the rolling pin into his backpack, Song Boyu still felt hungry.

He knew that it was because the Zhanzhuang practice of Tongzi Kung consumed a lot of energy.

After eating two more large steamed buns, Song Boyu felt that his stomach was half full. He couldn't help but frown:
“The consumption is too great and it is absolutely not possible to continue like this.

Two pennies buy a big steamed bun.

The usual amount of money is equivalent to [-] large steamed buns. If I eat three buns per meal, plus at least one for my sister, we will have to run out of food for more than a month at most!

Moreover, if I want Tongzi Gong to be effective, I'd better eat a lot of meat, which is even more difficult.

Unless I don't practice Tong Zi Kung, which is tantamount to suicide, is there any way I can get some money? "

He paced left and right, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "After sunrise, I will go to my husband's house and ask for the remaining gift money for this month's repair. I should be able to get a hundred pence back."

It was of course very rude to ask for the gift money for repairing, but at this point, Song Boyu really couldn't care less.

Looking at Xiu Niang who was still sleeping, he decided to practice Boy Kung Fu again. With all the experience and vision of the creator of this Kung Fu, he had a completely different experience when he practiced the nine postures and movements of Moving Zhuang Kung Fu again.

"The best time to practice Boy Kung Fu is in the morning, and the best time to finish it is at sunrise."

All the training postures are completed perfectly, and the timing of breathing and movement postures is excellent.

From the first posture, there is a trace of heat surging in the body. Every time a complete posture is completed, the body feels more stretched and flexible.

When the seventh posture was completed, the heat flow had turned into a trickle of heat flow, which made Song Boyu's whole body comfortable, and his muscles and bones were completely stretched out.

With the help of this state, he easily completed the eighth training posture that he could not complete yesterday, and continued his efforts to try to complete the ninth training posture.

This time it was a bit more difficult. His muscles and bones were stretched all over, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. With astonishing perseverance, he managed to complete the last training position, and made fine adjustments based on Xu Hongyi's experience.

It was already midnight, and the sun was rising at this moment. Song Boyu felt that the trickling heat in his body had some resonance with the rising sun. He was shaken all over, and the heat quickly poured into his lower abdomen, as hot as a soldering iron!

"Yuan Yang is hidden inside, and my belly is like a soldering iron! I have entered the realm of hardness and softness."

Song Boyu exclaimed in his heart that the state that was unattainable yesterday was so easy to achieve today. Overnight, the child's skill has been introduced.

He carefully adjusted his condition, breathing long and long, and using weird postures to try to keep his belly as tight as a soldering iron.

The longer this state remains, the better the benefits will be.

The longer you enter the realm of hardness and softness for the first time, the more your body's fascia will be stretched and exercised, and the better your overall balance, coordination and flexibility will be.

At this moment, Zhou Xiuniang woke up. She rubbed her groggy eyes and saw Song Boyu, who was facing the sun in a very strange posture.

Song Boyu looked embarrassed and turned slightly to prevent Zhou Xiuniang from seeing him. But for the sake of practice effect, he tried hard to maintain this state.

Xiuniang guessed that Song Boyu was practicing "Children's Kung Fu", so she didn't disturb her, and silently packed up the bedding and straw mats, tied them up and prepared to carry them on her back.

After another quarter of an hour, Song Boyu finally stopped.

He was in a high mood, and the state of "Yang Yang was hidden inside, and his belly was like a soldering iron" lasted for more than half an hour. He could still feel the traces of heat emanating from his limbs.

Xiu Niang came over and asked, "Brother, were you practicing Boy Kung Fu just now? How was the effect? ​​Why is your posture so weird?"

Song Boyu replied with a smile: "The effect is very good. I completed the nine postures of the moving pile exercise at one time. This exercise has reached the level of hardness and softness and can temper the fascia.

Moreover, the state of 'Yuan Yang is hidden inside, and the belly is like Luotie' lasted for nearly half an hour, which for ordinary people usually lasts only as long as a cup of tea for the first time.

If you can complete the moving pile exercise many times in a row in this special state without performing various postures, then you will achieve the perfection of hardness and softness. "

Xiu Niang was overjoyed when she heard this, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling: "Brother is really capable. He is not just a scholar, but also a martial arts genius! We will definitely be able to be together for a long time."

Song Boyu scratched his head and was about to say something modest when another growling sound came from his stomach.

This boy's skill is good at everything, but it consumes too much physical energy.

Zhou Xiuniang smiled and looked for the steamed buns: "Brother, let's have breakfast quickly. Hey, why are there three steamed buns missing?"

Song Boyu said embarrassedly: "I have already eaten three. It may be that I consumed too much in practice and I am hungry again for some reason."

Xiu Niang frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "Eat this meal first, and let's figure out a solution together in the future."

The two of them were eating steamed buns when there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard, and Grandma Zuo's sharp voice sounded: "You two losers, hurry up and open the door for me and move out immediately! Mother-in-law, I will let you stay here for one more time." Late is already a great kindness..."

Song Boyu, who was eating steamed buns, frowned slightly. He ignored the knock on the door and advised Xiu Niang to eat slowly. After they both finished eating and cleaned up, he opened the door.

Granny Zuo was pressed against the door, and she was caught off guard and fell in, almost falling to the ground.

Her slender and sharp eyes stood upside down, and she immediately roared: "The two scourges who killed my parents dare to plot against me, get out of here immediately."

Xiu Niang wanted to help her, but when she heard her scolding her so harshly, her face immediately turned cold. She pulled Song Boyu and said, "Brother, let's go."

Song Boyu nodded, but did not move, and said coldly:
"Grandma Zuo, no one could have predicted what happened yesterday. My family gave you one month's rent. What's wrong with just sleeping in the courtyard for one night?
Moreover, my parents were attacked and killed by monsters, but you used this to scold me. Isn't it too mean? "

Grandma Zuo's yellow face changed with anger. She was filled with anger over the collapse of her house. She felt that she should not have agreed to the officer yesterday to let the two of them stay one more night. She screamed:
"Mean? You two are like Sangmenxing, so what if I'm mean? I said you are trying to kill your parents, what can you do to me? Do you dare to touch me and try? Sangmenxing who kills his parents and his father, will anyone have a life? A cub that no one has raised..."

Song Boyu clenched his fists, almost wanting to smash Grandma Zuo's mouth into pieces.

He stared at his mother-in-law fiercely like a little wolf, pushed away Xiu Niang's hand holding him, jumped up, and his fist was in front of the mother-in-law Zuo in an instant.

Granny Zuo didn't expect that he would dare to do it so quickly, and she closed her eyes in fear.

For a long time, before the fist fell, Song Boyu had already pulled Zhou Xiuniang away coldly, leaving behind a sentence:

"Grandma Zuo, don't be too mean. I hope you won't regret what you said and did today. There is a saying in my hometown: There must be a day when the dragon will wear the phoenix. I don't believe that the pants will wear holes in the whole life!"

Grandma Zuo is a person who never admits defeat. She was startled by Song Boyu just now, and now she jumped to her feet and cursed:

"You dare to scare your mother-in-law, little bastard, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice!
You two, the losers who killed your parents, will never be able to eat four dishes in your lifetime. You are still a dragon and a phoenix. Eat shit! "

Song Boyu did not continue to quarrel with the bad person Zuo Granny, and walked away with Xiu Niang without looking back.

Zhou Xiuniang looked back at the direction where she had lived for several years, with tears in her eyes:

"Brother, what should we do in the future? I can continue to wash clothes, how about you find a job, and let's see if we can find a place to live?"

Song Boyu touched Xiu Niang's hair and comforted her: "There will be a solution. Let's go to my husband Du Xueguo's house first and ask him to refund this month's gift money for repair."

In the study room of Du Xueguan's house, Song Boyu finished describing yesterday's events in detail, and bowed with a sad look on his face: "Sir, I really have no choice but to ask you to give me this month's restraint to help me get through this difficult time."

Du Xuexue was shocked and sighed:
"I will refund you all this month's repairs. What can you do with just one or two hundred cents?
Once a teacher, always a father, if a disciple is in trouble, how can a teacher not help!

You stay here with me first, and I will find a way to find a job for you. You must have enough food and clothing. "

Song Boyu's eyes turned slightly red after hearing this. He didn't expect that Du Xuexue, who was usually strict, would be so kind when he was in trouble. He bowed his head to the ground and said, "Student, I'm ashamed!"

After Xiuniang knew that Du Xuexue was willing to let the two of them stay here temporarily, she immediately wanted to go to Granny Chen's house on Dongyue Street to wash clothes and do some sewing to make money.

Song Boyu felt that it would be better to have a good rest for a day in case of a sudden disaster, so he said something to let her stay with peace of mind.

At noon that day, Du Xuexuan looked at Song Boyu with a look of alcohol on his face and said with a smile:

"I went to find Shopkeeper Tian from Yonghe Grain Shop on Changning Street and invited him to have a drink.

He is willing to let you work as an accounting apprentice, with a monthly salary of three hundred coins, two bushels of coarse grain, and one meal.

Early tomorrow morning, I will ask Uncle Zhang to take you to report.

Depending on your level, it would be no problem to directly become an assistant in the accounting department, but even if I try to convince you, Shopkeeper Tian doesn’t believe it. "

Song Boyu was very happy after hearing this. He bowed to the ground again and said sincerely:

"Sir, this is already very good. You have really solved my urgent need. Otherwise, I would have to live on the streets with Xiu Niang."

Du Xuexu shook his head and said seriously:

"I said, once a teacher, always a father. Unfortunately, your parents died, so I am your only elder here, so of course I have to take care of you!

However, for mundane tasks such as accounting, it is not very interesting even if you manage the accounting.

After you have gone through this difficult period, you still have to continue studying and take the exam in the future.

To become a financial official, wouldn't it be better to be a custodian than an accountant? "

Song Boyu nodded in agreement. If you want to have a high social status, real power and benefits, then it must be the powerful officials under the economic control.

When a family changes from a civilian household to an official household, that is the real change in destiny. If you can be admitted to an official position in the future and enter the official career, the future will be unlimited.

Look at the officials of Ping'an Fang, who are in charge of the entire Ping'an Fang and have more than a dozen officers under them. Isn't that powerful?

Grandma Zuo, how dare she show her teeth to other officials?I'm afraid even those servants dare not offend.

Song Boyu and Zhou Xiuniang temporarily stayed in the small room in the west corner of the group house on the west side of Du Xueduan's house.

After he told Xiu Niang the good news, Xiu Niang was very happy.

"My brother can earn three hundred cash, two bushels of coarse grains and a dinner, and I can earn a hundred cash and a dinner.

We can save a lot of money every month by staying at Du Xuexuan's house and saving money on accommodation! "

Song Boyu said with some embarrassment: "I practice Boy Kung Fu, and my appetite has greatly increased. I have to eat at least four large steamed buns in the morning, and I'm afraid I'm still a little full.

And if we live in Mr.'s house for nothing, we will definitely not live long. We have to pay some rent to make it last longer. People who are poor for a while will be poor for a lifetime. "

After hearing Song Boyu's words, Xiuniang's face immediately fell, she frowned and kept counting her fingers with her fingers, calculating the household expenses.

The more she calculated, the tighter her brows became, and her pretty little face almost wrinkled into a ball:
"It costs at least [-] yuan to rent such a small bungalow, and my monthly salary is gone.

My brother eats four steamed buns at a time, and I eat one steamed bun, which costs 10 cash, which is [-] cash a month!
My brother's wages are gone.

He only eats two meals a day, and someone takes care of dinner, but there are always odds and ends, and there is not much left over from the two buckets of coarse grains.

Calculated this way, you can’t save even a penny! "

Song Boyu nodded awkwardly, as if that was indeed the case.

Zhou Xiuniang was silent for a while, and couldn't help sighing: "Brother, our family is so poor!"

(End of this chapter)