After Da Kui left, Pan Bu quickly came over to help Yang Xiaohu put on his clothes, and went outside the courtyard to find Da Kui's iron gun standing on the wall.
Yang Xiaohu took the iron gun and said to Pan Bu with choked eyes: "Thank you, brother." This was the first time that Yang Xiaohu called Pan Bu brother. Pan Bu laughed honestly and said, "We are all brothers, why are you so polite?" The two brothers looked at each other.
After seeing each other and smiling, they separated and continued to practice.
In the next few days, Yang Xiaohu no longer feared hardship and tiredness, but practiced diligently and diligently. First, he practiced holding a gun to a hundred moves, and then slowly to more than 200 moves. After ten days, Yang Xiaohu could kill Yang with an iron gun.
I have practiced the home gun completely.
It's snowy in the severe winter, and the north wind is howling. Although it is very cold, you can often see Yang Xiaohu, naked and sweating, practicing spears in the courtyard. Every move and every move is accurate, and there is a whistling sound even when swinging the spear.
The Sound of Breaking the Wind. After practicing once, Yang Xiaohu put on his cloak and went to the room to rest for a while. When his strength recovered, he came out to practice again.
At the end of the year, Dakui finally told Yang Xiaohu that he didn’t need to practice anymore. Because Yang Xiaohu could already practice the Yang Family Spear three times in a row with the Iron Oolong Spear. Yang Xiaohu didn’t have the same magical power as Dakui.
It was a bit difficult to make this powerful black dragon gun. But Yang Xiaohu was tenacious and willing to endure hardships. He was able to make such progress in just over half a month, which surprised everyone.
The New Year's Eve dinner was served in the front hall, and Zhang's house was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights. Everyone gathered in the front hall, regardless of whether they were rich or poor, high or low, and five tables were filled.
During the dinner, Dakui was the first to raise his glass and said: "Come on, come on, everyone raise their glasses. As the saying goes, life increases with time. I, Zhang Dakui, am also thirty-three. Let's drink some wine. I heard that
Slow down, old man!" His words caused the whole room to burst into laughter. When Dakui finished his drink, everyone also drank from the glass.
Dakui led him to drink three glasses of wine, all of which made everyone burst into laughter with his witty remarks. Dakui put down his wine glass and said loudly: "Although I, Zhang Dakui, am a second-grade court official, I also come from a poor background. How are other high-ranking officials' families doing?
I don’t know about the New Year, but since you have entered my Zhang family, you are my Zhang family. It’s the New Year. Everyone will go to the accounting office tomorrow morning to receive ten taels of silver each. My parents will go home to visit their parents in Yingtian. There are no relatives to attend.
God will stay in the house to celebrate the New Year!"
As soon as this statement came out, it immediately won the praise of the whole house. The maids and women only received one hundred cents per month, and the male servants received one hundred and fifty cents. Da Kui once said that each person received ten taels of silver. How could everyone not go crazy?
(In ancient times, servants were the sons and daughters of ordinary people. In order to make a living, they did odd jobs in wealthy families to earn some money. Some common people had a hard time and sold their children to wealthy families to be slaves for life. Such servants
There is no money to receive it. Ten taels of silver is a lot of money in ordinary people's homes, and it will take several years to save without eating or drinking.)
Dakui chuckled and said: "I, Zhang Dakui, have always been kind-hearted. No matter who has difficulties, just tell me. I will do it if I can, and I will try to do it if it is difficult! Hahaha." Huang Ying heard this and pulled Dakui's hand.
On the sleeves of his robe, Dakui hurriedly came over.
Huang Ying asked in a low voice: "My husband, why are each of us given ten taels of silver? There are more than 20 servants in the house, so isn't that more than two hundred taels of silver? Our monthly salary combined is not enough."
Dakui replied in a low voice: "I'll tell you in detail later." After hearing this, Huang Ying remained silent, smiling and raising glasses with Dakui to the group of people who came to toast and express their thanks.
After everyone finished eating, they went back to their rooms to rest. When Dakui and Huang Ying returned to the bedroom in the back house, Huang Ying asked again: "Why is your husband so lavish? You must know that life has to be smooth and steady. Ten taels of silver per person is really too much."
Dakui smiled softly and said: "There are some things that Madam doesn't know. My husband was once assassinated in Tiantai County. I always feel that there is something fishy in it. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the open. Therefore, we must be careful in everything. You and I are the same." Dakui Dun
After a pause, he continued: "Although I have to give up these two hundred taels of silver today, I can make sure that the people in the family will not be dissatisfied with us."
Huang Ying couldn't help complaining: "How can things be as simple as you think? There are so many prostitution methods in the world. If they kidnap the family of one of the servants and force that person to do something, no matter how much money you give him, there will be more money.
What’s the use?”
Dakui chuckled and said: "Madam is smarter, haha." Dakui then said: "It's good to spend some money to buy peace of mind. It's not easy for these servants, so these two hundred taels of silver should be regarded as a good deed."
Huang Ying nodded and said: "Well, everything in the slave family will be subject to your husband's arrangements, but you must discuss this kind of matter with me in the future!" Dakui smiled and said: "That's natural, let's have a rest after the night is late."...
The night was as dark as water, and the north wind was blowing. But the sound of whistling wind came from the yard of the front house. Yang Xiaohu started to practice his gun again after the New Year's Eve dinner. He had a wish in his heart. He wanted to practice martial arts like his adoptive father.
Gao Ming. He firmly believed in the principle that dripping water penetrates stone and an iron rod sharpens a needle. Although he was sweating profusely at this moment, Yang Xiaohu was still waving the iron gun and shouting.
Pan Bu's bedroom was next door to Yang Xiaohu's. The lights in the rooms in front, back, left and right were all turned off but Yang Xiaohu hadn't come back yet. Pan Bu had just washed his feet, but because of doubts in his heart, he put on his shoes and socks again and walked out of the room.
After searching everywhere, there was still no trace of Yang Xiaohu. Panbu couldn't help but think of the yard where he practiced.
It was just as imagined. Panbu heard Yang Xiaohu's voice from afar. When Panbu arrived in the courtyard, he saw Yang Xiaohu practicing the spear. Every move was made with serious effort. You must know the weight of the iron spear.
It's easy to do a hundred tricks. But if you want to use it for a long time, you must have divine power.
When Pan Bu saw Yang Xiaohu working so hard, he couldn't help but feel very ashamed. He turned around and walked back to his bedroom, picked up a pair of knives and a large lantern and returned to the small courtyard.
When Yang Xiaohu saw Pan Bu, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Panbu hung the big lantern under the eaves of the corridor, turned around and said with a smile: "How lonely is it for you to practice alone? I'll accompany you." As he spoke, he opened the two swords with his hands, and opened the starting position of the sword technique.
He flashed his sword in a virtual step. Then he saw that he was walking in a circle like a rushing wind across the ground, and the light of the sword seemed to be wrapped around his body. He had already begun to practice with concentration.
Yang Xiaohu said with a smile: "Okay, we two brothers will dance with swords and guns under the moon tonight." He shook his hands and lunged with the gun, then turned around and fired the gun. The gun cherry danced and brought up a circle of flying snow, which was really cool and beautiful.
Gorgeous.
It’s exactly this: It’s not too late to work hard, don’t let time pass you by...