Ma Xiaoyong smiled bitterly and pushed the door in.

"Grandpa Zhang, I'm here," Ma Xiaoyong said as he looked at the old man sitting with his eyes closed. From that day on, the old man never mentioned the matter of accepting apprentices. So Ma Xiaoyong also called Zhang Song Grandpa Zhang.

Zhang Song nodded slightly, but did not open his eyes. said lightly: "Today's morning class is as usual, but half a year has passed." From today, you will circle the low hill from 50 to 100 laps. The waterhole breath was changed from 30 minutes to 1 hour. Fifteen minutes to exercise under the waterfall was changed to thirty minutes."

"Go ahead, come back to me when you're done," the old man continued.

"Yes, Grandpa Zhang", Ma Xiaoyong walked outside the house after speaking.

When Ma Xiaoyong finished doing this, it was already noon. Under the scorching sun, Pony dragged his tired body to the house.

"Grandpa Zhang, the morning class is finished", Ma Xiaoyong said with difficulty. Although there were twice as many morning classes as before, he still finished them meticulously.

Hearing Ma Xiaoyong's words, Zhang Song slowly opened his eyes. looked at the little boy in front of him, and his face showed satisfaction. Nodding slightly, Zhang Song opened his mouth and said, "Very good, the medicine barrel has already been prepared, you can go." Remember, don't waste it".

Hearing the old man's words, Ma Xiaoyong was shaken all over his body. The originally tired look was swept away in an instant.

Every half a month, Zhang Song would soak Ma Xiaoyong in the potion he developed.

Obviously, half a month has passed since the last medicated bath, and today is the beginning of a new round of medicated baths.

Every time the medicated bath would make Ma Xiaoyong die of pain, faint from the pain, and then be woken up by the pain. Dizzy again, wake up again. This cycle repeats until you feel that the potion becomes crystal clear.

Not to mention a five or six-year-old child. Even an adult can't stand it. It is estimated that people with weak mental strength can be tortured and go crazy directly.

Ma Xiaoyong swallowed his saliva with difficulty and said, "Can you not soak?"

"What do you say?", Zhang Song looked at Ma Xiaoyong with a smile and asked.

Looking at Zhang Song's expression, Ma Xiaoyong knew that there was no need to negotiate. He simply stopped talking and walked straight out of the house.

When he came to the bamboo forest behind the thatched hut and looked at the bucket of liquid medicine in front of him, Xiao Ma Yong couldn't help but shiver again. Grit your teeth and take off your clothes.

Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Jumped in.

"Ahh Yes... Ahh

Zhang Song didn't know when he came to the small bamboo forest.

Looking at the little boy who fainted in the medicine barrel, Zhang Song showed a creepy smile.

After a while, Zhang Song put his hands behind his back and floated towards the hut. And Ma Xiaoyong also suspended in the air from the medicine barrel and followed him towards the hut.

When Ma Xiaoyong woke up, it was already sunset.

Ma Xiaoyong, who woke up slowly, said goodbye to Zhang Song and rushed home.

Zhang Song looked at Ma Xiaoyong, who gradually disappeared from view, and that creepy smile hung on his face again.

On the way home, Ma Xiaoyong clearly felt that his body was a little different than before. But he doesn't know exactly what the difference is. He couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't bother to continue thinking about it, and ran towards the house at a faster speed.

Finally, I rushed back just in time for the sun to completely set, gasping for air. He straightened his slightly messy clothes and walked into the courtyard, he didn't want his mother to see him so embarrassed.

Gently pushed open the door and saw that my mother was still busy weaving. Since my father left, my mother's daily work was to help people wash clothes in the morning and noon, and to weave in the afternoon. She can be seen spinning late every day.

Therefore, after coming back, Ma Xiaoyong didn't want to disturb his mother, and walked straight to the bed. dotingly pinched the face of his younger brother, who was still sleeping. smiled and said, "Little lazy cat, you can really sleep!".

Zhang Ju was also busy with his work at this time and walked over. rubbed Ma Xiaoyong's head, and scolded with a smile: "As soon as you come back, you know that you are bullying your brother?".

"Mother, you can't forget Yong'er if you have a younger brother, I just gently pinched my brother's face, and you said that I bullied him. Mother, you're obviously a little biased." Ma Xiaoyong pouted and pretended to be angry.

"No, you two are your mother's heart. I love like a mother. Why did you come back so late today, did you have dinner? Do you want your mother to go and eat the noodles for you? Zhang Ju asked with concern.

"Okay, good, my mother's noodles are the best. I can't get enough of it," Ma Xiaoyong said happily.

"You... It's just a glutton," Zhang Ju pinched his son's face and said with a smile. "Then you take a look at your brother here first, and my mother will give you a note."

"Okay", Ma Xiaoyong hurriedly agreed, looking very happy.

After a while, bursts of aroma wafted into Ma Xiaoyong's nose. Suddenly, the stomach that hadn't felt hungry actually began to growl? The noodles made by the mother are fragrant! Ma Xiaoyong showed a pig face, and the face of the baby boy who was sleeping on the bed was about to flow.

quickly wiped his mouth, and then continued to touch his sleeping brother left and right. Of course, his movements were very light, and he was afraid of hurting his younger brother.

When the noodles are cooked, hurry over and eat them while they are hot. After Zhang Ju put the chopsticks away, he called softly to Ma Xiaoyong, who was sitting on the bed to "take care" of his younger brother.

Came to the dining table and sniffed the steaming noodles gently. Ma Xiaoyong showed an intoxicated expression and said: "It's really fragrant, the noodles made by my mother are fragrant."

In fact, this is also a bowl of the most ordinary clear soup noodles, there is not even a piece of meat in the noodles, and some are just a few vegetable leaves grown in their own yard.

However, Ma Xiaoyong's intoxicated expression did not deceive him. Some people eat delicious food from the mountains and seas, but the rare birds and animals eat tastelessly, and some people can eat a bowl of steaming clear soup noodles every day is his greatest happiness. Obviously, Ma Xiaoyong belongs to the latter!

Your happiness depends on your heart. Sometimes it's just as simple as it is.