"I'm good at stick shooting and rifle shooting, and I'm only a little proficient at the others," Mo Qiming introduced.
For the descendants of the Duan family to learn boxing and kicking skills is just the icing on the cake, not necessary. Mo Qiming will not be strict with them.
"Let me show Ruhua the stick first!" Mo Qiming said.
Mo Ruhua, who was standing nearby, clasped her fists and saluted the children in the courtyard, walked quickly to the wall, and raised a stick with her toes.
The stick spun in the air and slipped into Mo Ruhua's hand. As several beautiful flower gestures unfolded, Mo Ruhua's graceful figure danced together with the stick.
The sound of the wooden stick cutting through the air, the sound of the wooden stick hitting the ground, and the final sound of the wooden stick being inserted into the ground.
Several children from the Duan family clapped their hands and applauded.
"well!"
Duan Yutao was still yawning a second ago. Before he could close his mouth after yawning, it opened wider in surprise! The movements of his hands did not stop!
Clap your hands! Okay!
After Mo Ruhua finished her performance, Mo Qiming performed step shooting for several children at home.
The target was hung on a tree a dozen steps away. Mo Qiming first hit the target with a bow, and then showed the Duan children how to hit the target while riding a horse.
Coax a group of children into submission!
"Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo, I want to learn everything!" Two older children ran forward.
Duan Yutao is still young. Although he thinks Mo Qiming is very powerful, he is not that obsessed with learning martial arts. He mostly thinks it is good.
"Young masters have a heavy workload and have to learn it all. I'm afraid they don't have enough time, so they can just learn something they like. As long as they practice diligently, it won't be difficult." Mo Qiming said with a smile.
Whenever you lay the foundation in advance, whether you are learning stick or riding and shooting, you must start by strengthening your body.
This is a long and arduous process...
On the other side, Mrs. Song prepared breakfast with several daughters-in-law of the Duan family.
The Duan family's breakfast is simple. Sometimes it's rice soup, sometimes it's pancakes.
The food that goes with the rice is fresh vegetables from the home garden, stir-fried on two plates, and occasionally picks up half a plate of sauerkraut, kimchi, etc. from the jar.
The Duan family has many eggs, so there is no shortage of eggs. Except for Duan Siyu who has to prepare an egg every day, the other children almost eat one every two days. It's not that the Duan family is reluctant to part with it, but that the Duan family's children are tired of eating eggs.
Mrs. Song came to Duan's house for the first time and didn't know the location of the vegetable garden. Today's vegetables were picked by Mrs. Shang in the yard, still with fresh dew.
The women gathered around the stove to prepare breakfast, and talked to Mrs. Song about the rules of cooking at home.
The Duan family cooks less bacon because Qiao Lan said the bacon is not good for the children and only cooks it once a month or two, but the portion is still sufficient.
Every four or five days, I buy a few kilograms of meat or slaughter a few young roosters to make meat dishes for the children at home. I make eggs in between, sometimes scrambled eggs, sometimes making egg pancakes.
Mrs. Song nodded after hearing this, but was secretly surprised.
She thought life in this country house would be difficult, but she didn't expect that the Duan family would eat meat seven or eight times a month, and even let their children eat eggs in the open. It was really beyond her imagination.
Even better than her days in the city.
Although the Mo family brought their luggage in from the backyard yesterday, it was not yet time for the chickens to be returned to the coop, so they could not see the chickens in the backyard.
When Madam Song got up today, she followed Madam Wang to the warehouse to get some chicken food to help feed the chickens.
The number of hundreds of chickens is really considerable, especially the small wooden barrels used to hold the chickens. Two barrels are not enough.
Good guy, for an ordinary person, a chicken might eat more in one meal than a whole family would eat in a whole day. However, coarse grains and fine grains are not the same price at all, so Mrs. Song compared them in her mind.
It is always cheaper to raise chickens at home than to buy them from outside.
The Mo family did not eat with the Duan family. After making breakfast, Mrs. Song returned to the house with a large plate of green vegetables and a plate of steamed buns specially left for her by Ms. Wang.
The father and daughter had been practicing with the Duan children for an hour, but they were already very hungry.
One person grabbed a coarse grain steamed bun and ate it with vegetables.
Mo Ruhua took a few bites and suddenly sighed: "Mom, this lady's cooking skills are so good!"
Mo Qiming nodded along. It's really amazing that green vegetables can be made so delicious. "It's really good."
Mrs. Song was pouring water for her father and daughter. When she heard this, she immediately put the bowl heavily on the table. There was a dull bang and a lot of tea in the bowl splashed out.
When the father and daughter saw this, they knew they had said the wrong thing.
Mo Ruhua swallowed the steamed bun, hurriedly picked up some vegetables for her mother and comforted her: "Mom, your cooking is the best!"
Mo Qiming quickly added: "What Madam makes is even more delicious than this!"
Mrs. Song is even more angry!
She cooked the breakfast dish today!
Mrs. Song was so angry that she saw her daughter put a chopstick of cabbage into her bowl, so she picked it up and tasted it.
It is indeed much more delicious than what she used to make.
The vegetables are grown in the Duan family's land and picked early in the morning, so they are naturally fresher than those sold by farmers outside. When making this dish, enough oil and water are used, and a lot of salt is added.
When cooking at home, I rarely use oil to stir-fry, but mostly stew and steam.
Mrs. Song thought for a while, it should be that there is enough oil and salt to make the food delicious. Of course, it also has some of her cooking skills.
Seeing that the father and daughter were eating happily, she didn't bother to argue with them, and immediately joined the army of grabbing food.
After breakfast, Mrs. Song continued to work with several daughters-in-law of the Duan family. Mo Qiming and his daughter strengthened their muscles and waited for the young master and young lady of the Duan family to study for a while before learning martial arts.
Being idle, Mo Qiming said hello to the Duan family, picked up some wood by the Duan family's firewood pile, and started doing carpentry work.
Mo Qiming saved the tools for carpentry in the early years. He usually repairs the arms and legs of the tables, chairs and benches at home, and makes some sticks, bows, etc. without spending any money.
To put it bluntly, they are poor.
Who would do it themselves if they had money?
Mo Qiming planned to make a wooden bow for each of the young masters and ladies of the Duan family, and prepare some wooden arrows.
The wood used for firewood is not very good, and the children of the Duan family have not developed enough strength to draw such a bow, so it is suitable for use.
What's more important is that he only learns martial arts for an hour and a half a day. The rest of the time, Mo Qiming has nothing to do and nothing is idle. He might as well find some work so that he can be worthy of the wages paid to him by the Duan family.
As soon as Mo Qiming trimmed the edge of a large piece of wood with the help of his daughter, he saw the second master of the Duan family carrying a wooden bucket to the creek behind the house.
Duan Mingjing knocked on the wooden barrel, and a group of ducklings with their wings gradually swam over and ate the duck food that Duan Mingjing scattered by the stream.
The Duan family doesn't have many ducks, including only about thirty ducklings that have just grown up. Added together with the hundreds of chickens behind them, the number is extremely impressive.
Even though Mo Qiming traveled all over the country and saw the backyards of many wealthy families, he had never seen anyone who could raise so many chickens!