Wei and Jin Cooks

  Chapter 86

  Fu Tinghan: "...I was very good when I was studying and never fought."

   "I see," Zhao Hanzhang smiled, "Professor Fu looks like a good student, not like me."

   Fu Tinghan hurriedly comforted: "You have always been a good student."

   Zhao Hanzhang waved his hand and said: "Forget it, even when my eyes are good, it is difficult for a teacher to say that I am a good student."

   Not to mention that she became a problem student after she became blind.

  Fu Tinghan looked serious, looked at her seriously and said, "You are a good student in the true sense. You are good at studying, well-connected, lively, cheerful, kind and upright. Although the teacher has a headache for you, she likes you very much in her heart."

   Zhao Hanzhang looked at his seriousness in surprise.

  Fu Tinghan nodded firmly to her, and affirmed again: "It's true."

   Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help laughing, "I take this as Professor Fu's compliment to me."

   She paused, then asked, "Would you like to exercise? Learn some martial arts with Erlang. I think this will be of great help in protecting your own safety."

  Fu Tinghan: "Aren't you studying?"

   "I study, but I don't have free time, so I will put it in the evening."

  Fu Tinghan: "I'll be with you, Erlang's progress is not suitable for me."

   Zhao Hanzhang originally wanted to say that her progress was not suitable for him, but he thought that he might not be able to adapt to the teaching method of this era, and that she could teach him a set of military boxing, so he nodded, "see you tonight."

  Fu Tinghan: "See you tonight."

  The bricks were moved into the kiln and put away. Lu Kun checked it and found that there was no problem, so he brought someone to seal the kiln and then set off a fire.

  Fu Tinghan stepped forward to take a look, wrote down the time, reached out to feel the temperature, and said to Zhao Hanzhang, "I want to get a thermometer, so that I can more accurately grasp the firing method and progress."

   Otherwise, everything depends on the experience and feelings of the old kiln workers, and the efficiency and success rate are not high.

   Zhao Hanzhang's eyes brightened slightly, "Do it, tell me what is missing, and I will let Cheng Bo and the others do it."

  The fire started, and the two stood in front of the kiln, their faces flushed by the firelight. This was their first time burning bricks. Both Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang wanted to see the effect for themselves, so they didn't leave.

  The two have already talked about military boxing and martial arts from the thermometer. "Many martial arts in our era have changed their killing moves and only used them to strengthen the body. Therefore, in terms of practicality, it is still military boxing."

   "What I learned in the special forces is to hit the key points. If you can learn it, you can save your life even if the **** is not by your side in the future."

  Fu Tinghan turned to look at her and asked, "Is it very hard?"

"Ah?" Zhao Hanzhang reacted and said with a smile: "It's not as hard as you think. Every winter and summer vacation, I go to my dad. I have been in elementary school since elementary school. Later, I lost my eyesight due to an accident. With my big brothers to help me, I learned to use my ears to judge the point of their attack, and then fight back."

   "In fact, it is one more step than seeing directly with the eyes. The ear hears first, and then draws a picture in the brain, so that it is the same as seeing."

  There is one more step, which means that the processing speed will be slow. She is not skilled at the beginning, and she is basically pressed and beaten.

   But after getting used to it, she was able to make her ears respond as soon as she heard it, as fast as her eyes when she saw it.

   The advantage of this is not only that she will no longer be bullied, but she can also live a more convenient life. In a familiar environment, she can even live like a normal person, and strangers can hardly see that she is blind.

   Zhao Hanzhang was very confident in her martial arts, she said, "I will teach you."

   Fu Tinghan readily agreed.

   Then Zhao Hanzhang took him to run and press his legs, "Open the tendons first, we will do the preparatory work these days."

  Fu Tinghan ran with her in the farmhouse confidently. After a quarter of an hour, he was out of breath. After a quarter of an hour, his pace slowed down and almost stopped.

Uncle Cheng watched silently, just as he was about to go up to inquire and persuade, he saw that their girl took Fu Dalangjun to the grass next to him and asked him to wave and kick. He didn't know what Fu Dalangjun said, but their girl suddenly grabbed him. Fu Dalangjun grabbed the opponent's neck with one hand, and pressed the person to the grass in one fell swoop.

   Chengbo's eyes widened instantly, he subconsciously looked left and right first, and seeing that everyone was not paying attention, he rushed over to stop it.

Zhao Hanzhang pressed Fu Tinghan on the grass and looked at him condescendingly. Seeing that he looked at her with pure eyes, with tenderness and smile in his eyes, she was a little dissatisfied, and she pressed her hand slightly, "What are you thinking? Shouldn't I be thinking about how to break free at this time, or put me down?"

   "You hold my neck with your hand, hold my shoulder with one hand, and press your leg against my waist and abdomen. You have all my strength points under your control, and you can't resist at all."

Zhao Hanzhang let go of him, pulled him up and sat next to him, "It's wrong for you to think like this, fighting, oh no, martial arts can be scientific, but when you are fighting for your life, you can't rely on science alone, you You have to rely on will.”

  Fu Tinghan: "Inspiration?"

   "Yes." Zhao Hanzhang got up and waved at him, "Come on, repeat the action just now."

  Fu Tinghan stood up, looked at her fair and thin neck, and couldn't stop for a while.

   Zhao Hanzhang saw him dawdling so much, he grabbed his hand and put it on his shoulder, "Don't dawdle, come and have a try."

  Fu Tinghan didn't grab her shoulder with one hand, and pushed her neck back with one hand.

   Zhao Hanzhang:  …

   She could knock out both of his hands with one hand, but in order to cooperate with him, she didn't do anything, and instead fell down with the force of his push.

Fu Tinghan was in a hurry to help her, Zhao Hanzhang simply stretched out his hand and grabbed him and pulled him down, Fu Tinghan fell on Zhao Hanzhang abruptly, his palm resting on her face and did not press down, but the two were very close this time. Breathing can be heard, Fu Tinghan held his breath nervously...

Zhao Hanzhang's heart skipped a beat for a moment, and she didn't expect the two of them to be so close, she withdrew her hand, a little uncomfortable looking at his eyes, and looked at his ears vacantly, "This The action of pressing a pinch should be fast, otherwise once the opponent reacts, it will be very difficult for you to succeed."

   Seeing that Fu Tinghan didn't respond, she took her eyes back and looked at him. Seeing that his face was flushed, she realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly reached out to grab him, "Professor Fu?"

  Fu Tinghan snapped back to his senses, took a breath, turned over and left, sitting on the lawn with a flushed face.

   Zhao Hanzhang got up and looked at him, thoughtfully, "Professor Fu, you... do you like me?"

   Fu Tinghan blushed even more, watching Zhao Hanzhang open his mouth but didn't say anything.

   Zhao Hanzhang raised his eyebrows, and was about to continue his questioning, when Uncle Cheng had already rushed over and stopped between the two: "Sanniang, Lord Fu Dalang, if you have something to say, speak slowly, speak slowly, and don't fight."

   Zhao Hanzhang swallowed his words, "Uncle Cheng, we are not fighting, we are learning from each other."

  Fu Tinghan got up with a look of embarrassment, nodded and said, "Yes, we are discussing, it's getting late, I'll go see the brick kiln, you go back."

   After saying that, he turned around and left, feeling quite as if he was running away.

See you tonight

   Book friends are right, emotional scenes are really not easy to write

   (end of this chapter)