Scalding is the initial feeling, numbness is the second feeling, especially the part that is beaten, it is even more painful and unbearable. Zheng Sheng wanted to jump out, but looking at the wooden stick in Bubo's hand, he still endured it. Zheng Sheng smelled the smell of herbs in the pot, and told himself that this was a medicinal bath, and it was good to soak it. He endured. After that, he felt that he was in a warm and ethereal beauty, and Zheng Sheng felt very similar to the taste of taking a hot bath.

Then Bubo threw a packet of herbs into the barrel, and he ordered the firewood to be added. Zheng Sheng watched in horror as Donggu, who was in charge of the fire, added the firewood he chopped into the stove little by little.

Boiling frogs in warm water, this word popped up in Zheng Sheng's mind, Bu Bo wouldn't really cook them, right?

Zheng Quan shouted: "Don't add firewood!" Plus, it's really going to be cooked! ”

Donggu ignored him, listened to Bubo's arrangement, and added firewood.

Bu Bo took a wooden stick, and whoever moved, knocked whom. Therefore, compared to being beaten, everyone still feels better to be cooked.

Half an hour later, the man in the barrel was finally allowed to come out. Everyone was softened, revealing a newborn's reddish skin.

The difference is that Zheng Sheng really smelled the smell of meat all over his body.

"Go back to sleep!" These were Bubo's last words.

Zheng Sheng was already exhausted after this night's torture. When he returned to his room, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Zheng Sheng got up full of energy, feeling full of vitality all over his body, the place where he was beaten yesterday did not hurt at all, not even bruises.

Zheng Sheng didn't know if it was because Bu Bo had a good grasp of the measure, or the effect of yesterday's medicinal bath, maybe both.

Zheng Sheng reluctantly accepted the reality that he had invited a martial arts teacher who wanted to beat him all the time.

Zheng Sheng gathered the team, looked at Li Anjian, and suddenly had a new idea: "Anjian, you will also live in the small courtyard in the future, right?" Join us in the evening to practice martial arts. ”

Several others agreed with the proposal.

If you are beaten, it would be good to have one more person to share the burden! Besides, Li Anjian is really a qualified meat tank!

Li Anjian, who didn't understand the situation at all, joined the alliance of the beaten.

Today, Zheng Sheng will continue to teach them the content of military training. Qiu Fuzi was still thinking about the textbook, Zheng Sheng led everyone to practice calligraphy, and taught them Arabic numerals. The beating continued at night.

Life is back on track. Li Anjian successively brought some children from Lijia Village who met Zheng Sheng's requirements. However, after running, military training, exercise, calligraphy practice, and especially being beaten at night, there are very few people who are willing to stay in the small courtyard.

In particular, Bubo was very ruthless with the newcomers.

Bubo's explanation is: "People are not more than fine." You're not training now, you're cultivating your henchmen! ”

So it's better to have less than to overuse? Zheng Sheng approved of Bubo's approach.

There are not many people in Lijia Village, there are more than 300 people in more than 60 households in the village, and there are only a dozen children who meet Zheng Sheng's requirements, and more than a dozen are beaten away, and only three people are left in the end: Li Tianxiong, Li Dazhi, and Wang Qian.

In the end, this Wang Qian is an outsider from Lijia Village. However, it has been more than ten years since I moved to the village.

Wang Qian had already been beaten and ran back, but his family sent him back. Zheng Sheng followed Uncle Bu's advice and didn't want to accept him, maybe it was Li Anjian's successful experience before that made the Wang family feel lucky, and Wang Qian kept coming over for several days.

So, Bu Bo gave him another chance, and Wang Qian gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes and endured it.

Bu Bo sighed: "You can look at this person." To accept or not to accept it, it's all up to you. ”

So, Zheng Sheng accepted him.

In mid-July, Zheng Sheng took Zheng Shang back to the manor. One is to let the two mothers meet their sons who have not seen each other for more than half a month, and the other is to pick up people.

There are two people to pick up. One is Wan Mao's cousin, a child named Wan Yun. It is said that Wan Mao's cousin is a genius. There is also a descendant of the old coachman Xingfu Yi, who is single and bitter.

However, when he returned to the manor, the first thing he had to face was Madame Wang's reprimand.

"Are you getting better and better, and you're learning to do business with people? Isn't it? Mrs. Wang patted Zheng Sheng's head: "Stir-fry? You're stir-frying again! Isn't the lesson of hurting Aunt Cai last time enough? You still do it yourself! I'm so! Your father is going to be transferred to Guanzhong. I don't care about you, I'm going to Guanzhong too! ”

"Father is really going to be transferred to Guanzhong?" Zheng Sheng asked.

"Not yet." "It doesn't matter. I ask you, how did you start a business with people? ”

"It was Zheng Wen's cousin who took the initiative to find me." Zheng Sheng whispered.

"What's the deal with the stir-fry?"

Zheng Sheng had nothing to say, "Mother, I'll let someone fry you a chicken." You've eaten it, and you'll know why I want to make stir-fry. ”

"Also," Mrs. Wang's eyes were blazing, "you told your uncle that you saw these stir-fried vegetables, paper, and soy milk in Ba County when you were three years old?" How come I don't remember reading a book at that time? ”

Zheng Sheng couldn't help but scratch his head, when she was three years old, Mrs. Wang should have been staring at her predecessor every step of the way, right? Zheng Sheng has read the book or not, he doesn't know that Mrs. Wang is the most vocal.

This is indeed the biggest flaw in his secret method from Ba County.

"This, in fact, I lied to them."

Mrs. Wang showed a look that was really not what I expected: "Then where did you get it from?" ”

"It's in an ancient book." Zheng Shengdao.

Mrs. Wang still had an expression of disbelief: "Okay, if you don't want to say it, I won't ask." However, you don't care about doing business with Zheng Wen. Let the kings talk to him! ”

"This is the ...... I talked about with Zheng Wen"

"You're young, don't touch that. Besides, you see that you are now asking Wang Zhong for money every now and then, although our family is quite rich, but it can't afford you to spend like this. It just so happens that the money you earn will be used to subsidize the family! ”

"Didn't I just build two houses?" Zheng Sheng was depressed.

"Really? A few days ago, Bu Bo reported an account to me: 100,000 yuan of medicinal materials consumed by your monthly martial arts training. 100,000 yuan, worth half a month's expenses. ”

Zheng Sheng was taken aback, "100,000 dollars? So much? Then Zheng Sheng noticed the word half-monthly expenses again, he remembered that last year, the monthly expenses of the manor were only tens of thousands of dollars at most, and now the monthly expenses are 200,000 yuan?

Currency depreciation, soaring prices! Zheng Sheng's economics was not studied in vain. At this level, he still knows a few nouns.

"Mother, how much does a pound of rice cost now?" Zheng Sheng decisively cared about prices.

"A pound of rice?" Mrs. Wang didn't know very well, so she called a housekeeper.

"Twenty to twenty-three yuan for a pound of rice this month." Wang Zhong reported the data, "The old grain will be exhausted, the new grain has not yet come out, and the price of rice has risen again this month." ”

More than 20 yuan a pound of rice. Zheng Sheng calculated: In this way, 100,000 yuan is almost the value of more than 5,000 catties of rice, and one catty of Jin is about 350 grams.

Zheng Sheng estimated it and found that the medicine that Bu Bo prepared for him would probably cost 10,000 RMB per month.

This expenditure is indeed a lot, and Zheng Sheng reluctantly handed over the business in his hand.

However, when Mrs. Wang ate the scrambled eggs made by Zheng Sheng herself, she was convinced by the scrambled eggs.

Wang Ru's eyes narrowed, "Sheng'er, this dish is so delicious." Do you really want to sell it? ”

After receiving Zheng Sheng's affirmative reply, Mrs. Wang thought for a while and said, "This dish can't be sold cheaply." Put it in Wancheng Zuixiang Ju, this dish can be worth three thousand dollars. ”

Three thousand dollars! Zheng Sheng thought about it, if it was really put in Zuixiangju, the price of 300 yuan was really not expensive.

Zheng Shang, who was eating silently on the side, stopped his chopsticks, three thousand yuan? This dish is worth 3,000 dollars? He remembered the cloth his mother knitted every month, and each piece of cloth was only worth eight or nine hundred yuan.

One dish is worth a month's hard work for his mother!

Zheng Shang couldn't eat anymore.