After working as a handyman disciple for two years, I can only say that Jiang Liang is a stable guy beyond imagination.
After saying this, everyone went to the canteen to eat together.
On the way, Zhong Chao also met the steward of the martial arts gym who was leading a group of teenagers. Those teenagers were generally malnourished, and they all looked at the martial arts disciples with envy and expectation.
This scene that had a sense of déjà vu made Zhong Chao stunned: "Is it time to recruit handyman disciples again?"
Zongsheng: "There are actually more than fifty people, ten more than our class. Is the martial arts school so short of people?"
Jiang Liang: "It's possible that it's not that there's a shortage of people, but that people are cheaper."
These words left several people speechless.
If possible, whoever wants their children to come to a martial arts school or work as a handyman, wouldn't it be better to just spend money to learn martial arts?
Unfortunately, the world is difficult and people's livelihood is difficult.
This world is approaching the end of the dynasty. There are aristocratic families inside who are greedy and violent, and there are demons and demons secretly spying on the outside. In addition, natural disasters have occurred frequently in recent years, and countless people have been displaced.
Therefore, even if the Vajra Martial Arts Hall uses its handyman disciples as consumables, it never worries about having no one available.
In fact, the King Kong Martial Arts Hall, which has the possibility of promotion, has a pretty good reputation in the surrounding area, and the owner Yuan Ming is a quite "chivalrous" hero.
"I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times."
After sighing with emotion, Zhong Chao put the matter behind him. Again, he couldn't even take care of himself now and was in no mood to care about others.
After eating and drinking, Zhong Chao and others rested for a while and then continued practicing.
Because his body was still injured, Zhong Chao did not dare to let others continue to slap him. Instead, he inhaled and held his breath, visualizing the steam.
Fortunately, the Pure Yang Golden Bell has two parts: external training and internal training. External training cannot be performed, but internal training can be practiced along with the steam turbine, and the training speed is not enough.
"call……"
Fifteen minutes later, the steam turbine training ended, and Zhong Chao subconsciously glanced at the data panel.
[Steam Turbine·1: 3 Realm Mastery (2453/3000)]
[Pure Yang Golden Bell: Introduction to Level 1 (393/900)]
"Both have an improvement of 3, which is pretty good."
Closing his eyes, Zhong Chao concentrated on practicing again.
There are no endless chores, no need to be beaten, and a sufficient supply of meat in the morning, which gives Zhong Chao more energy to practice.
In the early morning, he practiced Steam Turbine 7 times in one breath, improving the data of both techniques by 21.
Then, he became weak again. Near 10 noon, he was even more hungry and weak.
"No, I have to add food."
After giving Jiang Liang a look, he quickly got things done. Since it was daytime, he also got some meat to make soup.
Of course, the cost of buying meat is unavoidable.
"Gudong Gudong..."
Zhong Chao was so hungry that he licked all the soup base clean.
After having food in his belly, his limp body finally gained some vitality.
Then, Zhong Chao showed Jiang Liang what it means to be a big stomach king.
The Vajra Martial Arts School provided three meals, and Zhong Chao added three more meals a day. On this day, he cooked six times, and each time he had a big bowl.
Such a large amount of food made Zong Sheng and Jiang Liang look at each other differently, and Zhong Chao's wallet began to feel bloated.
The only gain was probably that he gained Di Hua's admiration - this was the first time he saw someone with a bigger appetite than himself.
"You can eat so much. No wonder you are so strong, Mr. Zhong. If you can't, I will be like you."
"..."
Not wanting to pay attention to this fool, Zhong Chao was very worried now. He found that according to the current way of taking it, he couldn't even buy Huoxue Powder, and he couldn't set aside any money for the medicine.
Those three taels of silver can only be used as food money.
Even with his current appetite, three taels of silver is not enough for him to eat for ten days.
In this era, meat is very expensive.
As for reducing meals, such a plan is not in Zhong Chao's consideration at all.
Without sufficient food supply, he could not even meet the training needs of the steam turbine.
"But I can't sustain such extra meals..."
Unable to think, Zhong Chao looked at Jiang Liang: "Do you know any way to make money?"
"make money?"
This question did not stump him. After thinking for a while, he gave the answer.
"There is only one way for our registered disciples to make money...complete more tasks."
"The coach said before that in the first month, we have to practice with three people every day. This is a fixed indicator. In addition to the fixed indicator, we can also stay away and take on more work. Every time we practice with someone more,
We can get three pieces of silver. Well, in the end, it was the reward from the rich boys, and the owner of the hall gave us seventy-three cents."
"Let's take 70%."
This statement made Jiang Liang roll his eyes: "70% is the share for the gold medal disciples, and we can only get 30% for the bronze medal."
"..."
Seeing Zhong Chao speechless, Jiang Liang couldn't help but say a good word for the owner.
"The owner of the museum is very kind and righteous. In other places, let alone 30%, you have to hand over everything. If you dare to hide it secretly, you will be beaten severely."
"……I see."
After learning about the way to make money, Zhong Chao was very confused. The first thing was to reward money. If you don't have a very thick skin, reward money is not that easy to earn.
As for completing more tasks, Zhong Chao is also hesitant.
He asked for money to improve himself and cope with the crisis in sparring.
If you participate more in sparring, the probability of physical injury or even disability will inevitably increase, which is obviously at odds with Zhong Chao's original intention.
“Isn’t there a way to be stable and make money quickly?”
Jiang Liang: "...I also want such a method."
Well, even if such a method existed, it would not fall on Zhong Chao.
Unable to find a way out, the upset Zhong Chao simply stopped thinking about it.
"Let's go practice...Jiang Liang, Zongsheng, come over and help me pat my body."
"!??"
These words made both of them stunned:
Jiang Liang: "So fast?"
Zongsheng: "Dachao, I know you are anxious about the sparring in a few days, but no matter how anxious you are, you can't be like this. As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones. Although your injury yesterday was not that serious, it was the first time you were injured.
Without any dressing, it would take three to five days to heal."
You need to exercise for three or five days at a time. Even after you get used to it, you still have to practice every other day. This is the norm for poor people to practice Kung Fu, and it is also the reason why poor people are rich in martial arts.
Zhong Chao also knew this, and he also understood that the faster he was, the less likely he would make mistakes. But knowing this, he still insisted on letting his companions pat him.
The reason for this is not that he doesn't cherish his body, but...
"My body has recovered."
At noon, Zhong Chao noticed that the pain throughout his body had weakened, and in the afternoon, his body no longer ached.
However, when he pressed his fingers on his body, he could still feel the tingling pain, so he did not train in the afternoon.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhong Chao was surprised to find that even if he pressed hard with his fingers, there was no tingling sensation.
It was also because of this that he asked Jiang Liang and Zong Sheng to slap him.
"Don't worry, I know my own body well and I won't show off."
Seeing Zhong Chao's firm expression, Zong Sheng could only nod to help.
"Since you insist, let's do it...scream when you can't hold on anymore, don't feel embarrassed, your body is more important."