The two people who were chatting suddenly heard Liu Mingzhi's voice, and they didn't show the slightest surprise. They had obviously noticed Young Master Liu's arrival.
Looking sideways, Wen Renzheng Liu Yi and the other two spurted out the drinks from their mouths, and saw Young Master Liu in ragged clothes, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, standing on the steps of the pavilion looking at them resentfully!
Liu Yi put down the wine glass in his hand and helped Young Master Liu to sit on the stone bench: "Master, how did it end up like this?"
Wen Renzheng also put down the barbecue in his hand: "You got into a fight with someone. That's not right. How could you happen to meet someone from the Jianghu in such a short period of time?"
Young Master Liu grabbed a piece of fresh barbecue and wolfed it down, looking at Wen Renzheng who looked at him in surprise with great resentment.
"Old man, you are too great!"
Liu Dashao said vaguely with his mouth filled with barbecue, and his mood almost collapsed. Qinggong is easy to use, but it is not stable.
It's okay if he steps on a branch, but if he steps on a leaf, he will fall off. Liu Mingzhi, who bumped and bumped along the way, almost fell into the dense forest a hundred miles away.
Although Wen Renzheng didn't hear clearly what Mr. Liu said, he made a pretty good guess.
He laughed cheerfully: "You have already established your skills. It's your first glimpse of martial arts. It's natural that you can't use it freely and stumble. Just get used to it slowly. You can ask Liu Yi. He has suffered more in martial arts than you.
How many good wives do you have and are you still not satisfied?"
"Young master, what the senior said is right. There will inevitably be bumps and bumps when practicing martial arts. Just get used to it and it will be fine!"
Young Master Liu was so full of grievances that he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. He thought he could come and go as lightly as Qi Yun!
Even compared to an old pervert like Wen Renzheng, he is always an afterimage, which is beyond ordinary people.
But it’s not like using Qinggong to make yourself bruised and swollen.
"Others practice in the winter and in the summer. The pain you have suffered since childhood is something you will never experience in your life. In order to practice martial arts, I trained my body in the ice and snow to achieve what I have today. No matter what it is, there is no shortcut.
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"Yes, the students have been taught!"
Liu Dashao, who had consumed a lot of energy, had to eat two whole pieces of roast beef and mutton before he regained his strength.
Anyway, his clothes were already in tatters and he was no better than a beggar. He casually wiped the oil stains on his body and Young Master Liu raised the lantern on the side: "Old man, come with me. I'll show you something good."
"Okay, I'll just open my eyes!"
Wen Renzheng stood up and looked at the oil stains on his hands, then at his clean Confucian shirt, and directly put his hands on Liu Mingzhi's tattered clothes and wiped them.
Liu Mingzhi rolled his eyes but did not refuse. It was going to be thrown away anyway, so just wipe it.
"Old man, wait a moment. I'll go to the maid to get the key. Come right back!"
Wen Renzheng looked at the quiet environment of the courtyard and nodded: "Go!"
"Ying'er, are you asleep?"
"Nowhere. Master, please wait a moment. Ying'er will open the door right now!"
"Hurry, Master, something is urgent!"
"I'm coming!"
When the door opened, Ying'er exclaimed: "Ah!" and took a few steps back.
"Master?"
"Of course it's me, isn't he so handsome?"
Ying'er panted and patted her increasingly plump chest and gave the young master a charming look: "Master, how did you end up like this? Did you get into a fight? Come in quickly, Ying'er will give you medicine!"
"No hurry, no hurry, where is the key to the side hospital? Come back later and apply the medicine!"
Ying'er hesitantly took out the door key from the drawer and handed it to Young Master Liu: "Master, do you really don't need to apply medicine?"
Young Master Liu waved his hand and ran out of the room, like a gust of wind: "No, no, no, remember to leave the door open!"
"knew!"
Liu Mingzhi took down two more lanterns on the road and met Wen Renzheng.
"Old man, thank you for your hard work, pick up the lantern!"
no problem!"
The door was locked and opened. Liu Mingzhi carefully pulled Wen Renzheng in and closed the door.
Looking at the wretched look, Wen Renzheng shook his head and became even more curious about what made Liu Mingzhi act like a thief and to do things secretly in his own home.
"Old man, have you ever seen a grain yield of twenty shi per mu?"
Liu Mingzhi originally wanted to say twenty stones, but in the end he said a conservative number of ten stones. Even so, it was beyond the understanding of the ancients.
Wen Renzheng frowned: "Nonsense, the yield of three shi per mu is only found in the most fertile fertile land. The yield of ten shi is simply impossible. You kid won't take advantage of me!"
Liu Mingzhi chuckled, grabbed the shovel on the side and walked towards the earthen box where the sweet potatoes were grown.
"Old man, are you talking nonsense? You'll know it later. I'll let you see it for yourself. You'll have to wait and see. Don't be so surprised that your jaw drops."
Seeing Liu Mingzhi's serious expression, Wen Renzheng hesitated and followed Liu Mingzhi holding a lantern.
Liu Mingzhi picked a piece of sweet potato planted by Yinger in March, pulled the seedlings, nodded with satisfaction, and waved the shovel in his hand.
Wen Renzheng looked at the green sweet potato vines in the entire courtyard and was a little confused. He didn't know what they were. Wild vegetables didn't look like wild vegetables, and grain didn't look like grain. What on earth was it!
"My dear, the fruits that are carefully cared for are bigger than those grown in large areas. I don't know how many fruits can be produced in a box. If it exceeds the last three, it is not impossible to produce twenty dan per mu!"
After hearing what Liu Mingzhi muttered, Wen Renzheng's eyes narrowed and he held up a lantern to watch Liu Mingzhi, who was happily picking at a lump the size of a Cuju, carefully identifying the type of lump.
However, even though Wen Renzheng had spent his entire life’s experience, he still couldn’t figure out what the lump of dirt in front of him was!
"One for five"
Liu Mingzhi looked at the five sweet potatoes of different sizes in front of him and swallowed his saliva. These things are delicious no matter how you eat them.
It is extremely sweet when roasted, boiled, steamed, sun-dried and ground into flour. It is simply a treasure for an era when food is scarce.
He lifted up the smallest sweet potato and walked to the bucket nearby to wash it clean. Then he broke the long and thick sweet potato with force and broke it.
"Old man, how do you like it? In order to raise seedlings, I was so greedy that I couldn't bear to eat even one. It's such a good thing. If you grow it in large quantities, you can feed twice as many people as Dalong as long as you plant it in large quantities."
Wen Renzheng took the sweet potato and looked through it with a lantern. Looking at the white and tender sweet potato, he hesitated. Is this really edible?
However, Young Master Liu had already given a perfect demonstration, chewing the sweet and crisp sweet potatoes with a crunching sound, and his expression was full of memories.
Seeing this, Wen Renzheng put the sweet potato in his hand into his mouth, took a bite and chewed it. His eyes lit up in the blink of an eye. The taste of the earthy lumps was beyond Wen Renzheng's expectation.
It's sweet and delicious. Although he is in his seventies or eighties, the old man's teeth are no worse than Mr. Liu's.
Wen Renzheng quickly picked up the half-cut sweet potato and looked at Liu Mingzhi with a keen eye: "Fruit?"