As soon as Zhang Manyin left, Zhang Jiaohua directly carried a hoe and walked into the field. However, when he arrived at the edge of the field, Zhang Jiaohua was stunned again. One acre of land, if he had to turn over the entire field with the hoe in his hand, I don’t know what year or time it would take. However, Zhang Jiaohua didn’t want to regret it. He rolled up his trouser legs and sleeves, took the hoe and got off the ground.

The soil in the field is relatively soft, and it is not particularly difficult to turn over. However, the speed is very limited. Zhang Jiaohua turned a small piece in one breath and had to stop and take a break.

Jinhu came over and wanted to take the hoe from Zhang Jiaohua's hand. Zhang Jiaohua let go and let Jinhu take the hoe away. He knew that Jinhu wanted to help him turn over the ground. After Jinhu took the hoe from Zhang Yaohua's hand, he began to turn up the soil quickly. He only saw the soil rolling over, as if an automated tilling machine was ploughing.

Fugui and others didn't know where they got a plow. Fugui and Xiaoshuan were pulling it hard in front, while Gouwa controlled the plow from behind, and passed by faster than buffalo plowing the land. The big rolls of soil were turned over, and Jinhu did not plow again, but followed the plow and smashed the soil they had turned out to level it.

If others see it, everything that happens in Zhang Yaohua's field will scare others to death. Because they cannot see the existence of Golden Tiger and only see a few farm tools automatically farming in the field.

Zhang Jiaohua originally thought that he could turn over the fields for several consecutive days, but it took less than an hour to turn over. A plow was played by Fugui and several others, while Jinhu played the hoe into a hot wheel, leveling the way over, and a whole piece of field was turned over. A piece of field was played like this, which was really angering the old farmer to death.

In the morning, Zhang Manyin still gritted the bullet and walked towards his second son's house, muttering all the way. He wanted to come at all. His grandson was too stubborn and he promised to plant it for him. After he was born, he refused to agree. He wanted to plant it by himself. What kind of field can a big child grow? But his wife still protects this guy very much. He got angry yesterday, but when he returned home, he scolded the woman. He rushed over early in the morning and ordered that he must bring beggars to the street to buy seeds today.

"Who is the grandson?" Zhang Manyin kicked a pesticide bottle on the road far away and fell into a paddy field with a slam.

When Zhang Manyin looked over the pesticide bottle, his eyes widened and showed an incredible look.

The paddy field was the one from Zhang Jiaohua's family. It was more than one acre of paddy fields. Yesterday, it was still covered with green and fluffy pig grass, but now Tainan has been plowed and flat like a book. It is difficult for the most experienced old farmers in the village to level a piece of field like a piece of land, and there is no footprint inside.

Zhang Manyin rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was confused, but after rubbing his eyes ten times, the scene he saw did not change at all.

There were no footprints of cows by the field. After all, when the cows came out of the field, they would always leave many footprints on the field. In one night, the traces of cows’ footprints could not disappear. However, there seemed to be traces of plowing in the field.

Zhang Manyin wanted to know the answer, so he accelerated his pace toward his second son's house.

Zhang had been practicing medicine for a long time, and the stake was completed. He was running around in the main hall with sandbags.

The millet in the bamboo plaque had been emptied by him. Even if a child of thirty or forty kilograms stood on it, he would lose his balance and turn it over. However, Zhang Jiaohua, who weighed 60 or 70 kilograms, could run steadily on it. However, after carefully looking at Zhang Jiaohua's movements, his body tilted towards the bamboo plaque at a very large angle. If he hadn't run very fast, he would have pounced into the bamboo plaque. He used his speed and body inclination to perfectly maintain a balance. To this extent, in fact, his kung craft could have already become a master.

Recently, Zhang Jiaohua felt that as long as he untied the sandbags tied to his legs, he felt like he could fly. The tree that used to be difficult to climb up was now climbing to the top with just a few strokes. The walls and fences at home were more than two meters high. But Zhang Yaohua felt that he could step over. He was as light as a swallow, climbing over the wall and walking around the wall. This is the real light skill.

Zhang Manyin wanted to shout loudly when he entered the door. He thought his grandson might have not gotten up yet, but he didn't expect that his grandson would actually practice kung fu in the main hall. The gate was not closed, and he saw it in the yard.

Zhang Jiaohua ran very fast, but he didn't notice Zhang Manyin who had arrived at the door. The mountain leopard looked up at Zhang Manyin, and there was no need to say hello to anyone who was familiar with him.

Zhang Jiaohua kept spinning like a spinning top. After a stick of incense, he didn't feel exhausted. Because it was difficult to bind, the sandbags on his feet were added to twenty kilograms and they did not add them any further. It was not that he couldn't bear it, but that it was difficult to bind it, and it began to seriously affect the flexibility of his body. Most importantly, Zhang Jiaohua already felt that it was no point in continuing to increase the weight.

After running to the back, Zhang Jiaohua's body began to slowly overdraw, sweat pouring out from his pores like a spring, and then slowly gathered into a stream of sweat on his body.

With a staggering pace, Zhang Jiaohua jumped gently and stood steadily outside the bamboo plaque.

"Grandpa, you are here." Zhang Jiaohua then discovered Zhang Manyin's arrival.

"Yes." Zhang Manyin rushed over. At this time, his anger had long been replaced by surprise. "Are you practicing kung fu? Haven't you ever learned it from the fist and kick master?"

"I learned from the old Taoist master." Zhang Yaohua did not hide it. Everyone in the whole family knew about Zhang Jiaohua learning Meishan from the old Taoist master.

"Oh." Zhang Manyin thought to himself that it was true, and suddenly remembered the paddy fields again, "Beggar, do you know that your paddy fields have been plowed by others?"

"I know. I finished plowing last night. I have put a lot of effort into it." Zhang Yaohua actually only plowed less than a minute.

"You mean, you have plowed that field in one night? Are you using it?" Zhang Manyin looked like a ghost.

"It's not me, are there anyone else?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

Although Zhang Manyin couldn't believe it, but in fact, he couldn't help but not believe it. Zhang Manyin decided not to think about this issue. He got back to the point, "Today I'll go to the town to buy seeds. If you go there, you'll have breakfast early. I'll come over to call you later. Otherwise, you can go with me to have breakfast. You can do it alone."
Chapter completed!