Zhao Yunfei held the belt with both hands and leaned under the light, and suddenly found that there was something strange at one end of the belt buckle, which seemed to be double-layered, probably because of the age, the two layers were glued together, if it wasn't for the light to check carefully, it was really not easy to find.

Zhao Yunfei took out the pencil sharpener knife from his schoolbag, pulled out the blade, carefully inserted the adhesion with the blade, and then slowly opened to the sides and depth, and the six- or seven-centimeter-long blade had been completely inserted into it.

"It's just a belt for trousers, so why bother to make a sandwich?"

Zhao Yunfei was secretly strange in his heart, he put his fingers into the mezzanine and touched it, feeling that the interlayer was uneven, and he knew that it was engraved with handwriting, Zhao Yunfei broke the mouth with his fingers, and looked at it under the lamp for a long time, but he couldn't see anything.

It's really hard for him now, obviously there are words engraved inside, because the opening is too small, he can't see the handwriting clearly, unless he uses scissors to cut the upper layer, but in that case, this belt handed down from his ancestors will not be destroyed in his own hands, and his father's last words let him take care of this belt.

Zhao Yunfei walked around the house several times with the belt and didn't come up with a way to see the handwriting without destroying the belt, so in desperation, he put the belt on the table, looked at the belt and was stunned for a while, then got up and picked up the bench and came to the large wardrobe, stepped on the stool and took off the golden knife from the top of the cabinet.

That kind of heavy feeling makes people naturally wave as soon as they start it**, Zhao Yunfei waved a few times, and suddenly the house was full of golden light, restrained the action, rubbed the narrow knife body with one hand, and silently read the line of words engraved on the knife body: Mind the world, be honest and truthful, sacrifice life for righteousness, and be the successor of the dragon.

Zhao Yunfei couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "What a treasure knife!" ”

Looking at the golden knife in his hand, he caught a glimpse of the belt on the table, he suddenly had an idea, picked up the knife with one hand, picked up the belt with the other, inserted the tip of the knife into the mezzanine of the belt, slowly exerted force, and finally inserted the entire knife body into the belt, only revealing a piece of the handle, the length was just right, as if it was specially customized.

Zhao Yunfei was puzzled and thought to himself: "Could it be that this belt is the scabbard of this golden knife?" ”

This thing is too unbelievable, Zhao Yunfei thought hard for more than half an hour, but still had no clue, so he had no choice but to put the golden knife back on the top of the cabinet, put the belt back on the waistband of his trousers, and went to sleep on the kang after cleaning up.

Before dawn, Zhao Yunfei had already gotten up, and over the years he had developed the habit of getting up at the end of the day, without the need for an alarm clock to wake up, and when it came to getting up every day, he would naturally wake up.

I simply washed my face with cool water, trotted a few laps around the yard, and felt full of energy, this is the benefit of being young, no matter how hard I worked yesterday, as long as I rested for one night, I will be full of vitality again.

Do 38 push-ups in one breath -- this is a task that should be completed yesterday, but because I lived in Li Lanfang's house yesterday, it was inconvenient to exercise, and the wound on my arm did not have the conditions for exercise, so yesterday's exercise was interrupted for a day, this kind of interruption phenomenon occurs from time to time, and there are inevitably accidents in life, no one can guarantee that they will be able to do anything today, and for Zhao Yunfei, exercise is more important than eating, eat one less meal, there is no need to eat four meals the next day to make up for the one less eaten yesterday, And if you don't exercise for one day for some reason, Zhao Yunfei must make up for it the next day, and the reason why many people can't insist on exercising is precisely because of this.

Zhao Yunfei estimated that the wound on his arm no longer affected the exercise, according to the progress of the exercise, yesterday should have done thirty-eight push-ups, then today should be done forty-one times.

Zhao Yunfei slowly inhaled and exhaled, adjusted his breath, and then suddenly took a deep breath and leaned over to start today's challenge.

Pressing his palms on the bricks, between the contractions of the arm muscles, the wound was still a little painful, Zhao Yunfei tried hard to persevere, and he could hold on to forty-one times, and when the breath in his chest spewed out, the soil on the ground was blown up.

Standing up, the feeling of pleasure, release, comfort, and pleasure gradually spread from his chest and arms to his whole body with the flow of blood.

After moving his arms a bit, he decided to make up for the workout he owed yesterday, and he did it thirty-eight more times.

The sun had not yet come out, but there was already some light in the east, and the chickens and dogs in the village were barking one after another.

Zhao Yunfei paced slowly in the courtyard, his right hand stroked the wound on his left arm, thinking of the sharp teeth of the Tibetan mastiff Bai Sensen of Wang Dan's house, although the dog had been poisoned by someone, but he still regretted in his heart why he didn't strangle the dog to death at that time, Zhao Yunfei put his fingers in front of his eyes and stretched, "That Tibetan mastiff is so big and has a thick neck, how can it be strangled to death." Well, it's the fingers that don't have enough strength! ”

Zhao Yunfei paced to the south side of the courtyard, where a row of five poplar trees was planted, which Zhao Yunfei planted in the spring of the previous year, and now they have grown as thick as an adult's arm.

Zhao Yunfei stopped in front of a poplar tree that looked very straight, held the trunk with both hands and meditated for a moment, and then suddenly climbed up the tree, only to see that his legs were not moving vertically, only holding the trunk with both hands, climbing alternately, climbing up four or five feet high, feeling a little difficult, still climbing down alternately with both hands.

It is quite good to be able to climb so high for the first time, thanks to his usual labor, exercise, and excellent physical fitness.

"Well, I'll practice like this in the future, climb up more every day, so that as the little tree grows taller, the strength of my fingers and arm strength should be improved!" Zhao Yunfei looked up at the canopy of the small tree, a smile appeared on his lips, he was happy to think of such a creative way to exercise.

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The cauldron on the stove under the east wall was steaming, the grits porridge had been cooked, and the iron pot was close to the position of the porridge noodles to form a translucent pot batter, Zhao Yunfei pinched down the pot batter and put it into Xiao Ji's small bowl, Xiao Ji likes to eat this the most.

Xiao Ji just woke up, he scooped water into the washbasin with a water scoop, and after washing his face, he sat in front of the small square table and took a small wooden comb to comb his hair in the mirror.

At this time, Li Lanfang walked into the courtyard, wearing a round-necked half-sleeved vest with blue dots on a white background, and a pair of black shorts on the bottom, revealing two tender white round thighs, looking youthful.

"How's the injury on your arm?" Li Lanfang saw that Zhao Yunfei was constantly busy, although she knew that his injury would definitely not be in the way, she still asked uneasily.

"Have you eaten?" Zhao Yunfei answered with a question, did not stop in his hand, put the porridge in the pot into a stainless steel basin, scooped water from the bucket next to the stove into the pot, and filled the stove with wheat straw.

"Just ate it."

After Li Lanfang finished combing Xiao Ji's hair, she squatted on the side of the stove, tilted her buttocks, pouted her mouth and blew on the stove, and the newly filled wheat straw immediately "fluttered" and burned.

"I had a nightmare last night." Li Lanfang said while adding firewood to the stove.

Zhao Yunfei was stunned for a moment, and the hand holding the water scoop couldn't help but tremble, and the terrifying scene of dreaming of a severed dragon the night before flashed in his mind.