After Fu Bo left, Sister Hong's face changed again, and she looked at Zhong Hou with a condescending look before she said, "I didn't expect that after you washed it, you changed your clothes, you look like a dog, and your body is quite strong." As he spoke, he rubbed the muscles of Zhong Hou's arm with his fingers, and continued: "Look at you holding a nail rake all day long, you used to do work in the fields." ”

Seeing Sister Hong's disgusting face, Zhong Hou resisted the urge to slap the other party and nodded reluctantly.

"In that case, you can go to Situ's vegetable garden to work in the future. Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, the vegetable garden supplies the melons, vegetables and fruits of the Situ family, which is a very important place, you should be careful in the future, and the old man will not be able to protect you if he makes a slight mistake. ”

Hearing Sister Hong call Fu Bo like this, Zhong Hou's face became darker, and he almost couldn't resist a nail rake to shoot it.

Sister Hong walked in front and didn't see Zhong Hou's expression, otherwise it would definitely be another count.

The two soon came to Situ's vegetable garden.

It covers an area of hundreds of acres, and is jointly responsible for forty or fifty handymen, and the task of distributing it evenly to each person is actually not too heavy.

But at this time, I heard Sister Hong's voice sound again: "You... You... You... And you... Sister Hong ordered more than a dozen miscellaneous servants in a row, and then continued: "I have other work arrangements, you can come with me." ”

Zhong Hou thought that it was a normal job transfer and didn't care.

However, the other handymen stopped doing it, and shouted: "Sister Hong, you see that these hundreds of acres of land are planted with all kinds of melons, vegetables and fruits, and each variety needs special care to ensure quality and yield. Originally, we didn't have enough manpower, and you took so many people away in one son, how can you let us complete our work. ”

"yes... Oh, yes... We have to fertilize, water, weed, and kill insects, and we are the only ones left, how can we take care of these hundreds of acres of land. ”

The other handymen who stayed behind protested one after another.

And Sister Hong showed sympathy in a timely manner, and pretended to be pitiful: "I also understand everyone's difficulties, but the Situ family has a big business, and many places need people, so I have to consider the Situ family and make the most suitable work arrangements." But don't be embarrassed, I'm not sending a talent over to help you. You look at this little brother's body, how strong he is. Let me tell you that he alone can handle the workload of at least ten people, he is definitely a talent, and he can definitely help everyone, please rest assured. With that, he ignored the reactions of the crowd and left with the dozen or so people he had selected earlier.

The remaining handymen at the scene finally understood the situation, and it turned out that all of Sister Hong's actions were aimed at the kid in front of her.

Now that Sister Hong has spoken, they no longer worry about how to distribute work, they glanced at each other and immediately reached a consensus.

One of the handymen took two steps forward and said to Zhong Hou very unceremoniously: "Hehe, boy, since Sister Hong values you so much, then all the work that the person who was taken away before will be handed over to you in the future." ”

Zhong Hou also understood that Sister Hong was deliberately targeting, but he remembered Fu Bo's instructions, and thought of his new arrival, endured the displeasure in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "What kind of work do you have?" ”

Zhong Hou showed weakness, and the other miscellaneous servants lit up on the spot, thinking that he was easy to bully, so they talked a lot of nonsense, and even shirked part of the work that they should be responsible for to Zhong Hou.

After listening, Zhong Hou agreed without thinking about it, anyway, when the family used to farm, it was only his father and son, and there were more things to do than now. As long as the other miscellaneous servants didn't mess with him, he didn't bother to bother with them.

Time flew by.

Zhong Hou repeated the same work every day during the day, and practiced unremittingly at night. The only difference is that he finds that the workload is increasing day by day.

He knew that it was either a group of evil slaves or the idea of that red sister, and he just didn't want him to have a good life anyway.

Half a month has passed.

That night, Zhong Hou had already cultivated to the eighth form of the second move of Changquan, and basically mastered the essentials of the second move, both in strength and angle, which were close to perfection.

It's just that Zhong Hou regrets that he always feels that he is still a little lacking in the control of the second move, but he has no clue where the problem is.

Until this evening.

While Zhong Hou was still practicing the first move over and over again, suddenly a fiery cloud began to burn from every inch of muscle in his body.

Compared with the silent warm current in the past, at this moment, it was like boiling boiling water, constantly evaporating the sweat on Zhong Hou's body, making him feel like he was in a steamer, and thick green smoke came out of his body.

And Zhong Hou didn't notice all this, and the whole person completely entered a realm of selflessness.

The speed of the move is getting faster and faster, and there is a qualitative transformation. If it was only close before, it has reached perfection at this time, it is impeccable at all, and it has completely mastered the essence of the second move, and it has truly become a martial art that can be used to defeat the enemy in actual combat.

With a loud shout, the rolling heat wave completely subsided with Zhong Hou's last punch.

This clock found that his muscles were not only stronger than before, but also hidden an explosive power inside, and any punch was two or three times more powerful than before.

There has been another qualitative leap in overall strength.

At the same time, a feeling arose in his heart that the second move had been completely successfully cultivated, and he could officially start cultivating the third move.

Zhong Hou still didn't know that he had broken through again, and he had broken through from the first layer of the day after tomorrow to the second layer of the day after tomorrow.

This is because Zhong Hou has no knowledge in this area, but it does not prevent him from summarizing himself.

Zhong Hou has been cultivating for nearly a month, and the two breakthroughs before and after have allowed him to find some doorways, and he is no longer the novice in the cultivation world at the beginning.

He now understands that if he wants to cultivate every move of Changquan to perfection, he must improve his overall strength qualitatively, otherwise he will be stuck at a certain point and will not advance an inch.

And it is not difficult to cross this point, you only need to practice repeatedly, there is no threshold, only diligent practice. Coupled with Drunken Hongchen and another unknown external force, it was only a matter of time before he reached the consummation of the ninth layer of the day after tomorrow.