In the afternoon, it was already autumn, and the sun was still hot, and the power was not diminished at all.

Zhiwen had just harvested the ripe wheat and sorghum.

In the warehouse, wheat and sorghum have each increased by another 1,000 kilograms, and wheat flour and sorghum flour have only been ground for more than 200 catties.

There were nine more gold coins, and Zhiwen still stuffed one gold coin into the processing workshop.

Uncle Song came to send some food, but finally dismissed this idea.

It's hard to explain, there is a shortage of food everywhere, and I am not a big landlord, and now this grain is more expensive than silver.

Zhiwen stood on the blue brick pavement in the front yard, boxing slowly, and after running, he also followed him, learning in style.

This punch is what Zhiwen learned in the second book rewarded by the system.

He has now practiced the veins and cycles of the first two pictures, and all that is missing is the heat and skill.

The effects are deaf and bright and light as a swallow, and the third picture has been practiced so far, and there has been a slight progress, and Zhiwen feels that it should be in terms of strength, because he feels that his strength is slowly but steadily increasing.

There is another picture in the back, but Zhiwen is not in a hurry to practice, but follows the step by step, practices into a picture, and then continues to practice the next one.

This second book should be boxing, this time it has a name, it's very ordinary, it's called Thirteen Potentials.

It opens with four half-written verses:

Let him hit me with great force, and pull four or two thousand pounds,

The introduction falls into the void and closes out, and the adhesion does not lose the top.

Zhiwen pondered, this should be the famous Taijiquan in later generations, but it is far less complicated, it is just thirteen strokes.

When he first saw it, Zhiwen started practicing with great interest, but at that time, he could only get familiar with the movements, which was useless.

After the Qi refining has been successful, especially now that the first two pictures are Xiaocheng and the third picture is getting started, and the strength is growing, if you come to practice this fist again, it will be another world.

For example, now Zhiwen is practicing this first potential over and over again, the name is very simple, pounding the momentum, when I practiced before, I felt that it was to touch a handful to the right rear first, and then touch a handful to the left front, and then lift the right hand and right foot and stomp off the ground.

Now that I practice again, the movements are still those few movements, and the feeling is different because of the true qi.

I thought it was touching before, but now I think it should be wiping.

Whether it is wiping backwards or forwards, it is as fast as you like, fast can knock people flying, and slow down with the true qi in the body, which can restrain people or fall.

As for the last stampede, it is a close-quarters stunt, with hidden and ruthless legs below, and fierce and vicious elbows above.

When you are walking with your fists, you can attract the true qi in your body to be lively, which is very beneficial to refining qi.

Zhiwen still uses that stupid method to practice one by one, instead of practicing the whole set of punches together in later generations.

When you are proficient in the right side, you can figure out the left side to practice, and there is only the right side in this book, and there is no left side.

Hurry up and go smooth, and then slow down and practice, in short, to be able to open the bow left and right, fast and slow.

Under the feet is a blue brick pavement, and on both sides of the road are alfalfa planted by Zhiwen in order to hide people's eyes.

Under the scorching sun, I smelled the faint mixed smell of flowers and grass, and although I was sweating profusely, I was not tired.

I can't remember the first practice session of the day.

When his left hand was wiping forward, a blue-green grasshopper suddenly appeared in the field of vision, Zhiwen took the momentum, used his left hand as a whip, threw it forward and quickly retracted it.

With a "snap", the grasshopper was knocked to the ground, broken into a small ball of minced meat, and stuck to the ground.

It is the magic of use, and it is in one mind.

Well, another grasshopper, again.

"Pap, pap, pap", in a short time, there were more than a dozen grasshopper corpses on the blue brick pavement.

Just as the Zhiwen style will use this elastic energy, a buzzing sound comes from far and near.

As soon as a small shadow appeared in the air of the courtyard, it split into two pieces and disappeared into the cabbage fields on both sides of the green brick road.

Zhiwen Niang saw that there was no empty land, and she planted vegetables not long after she moved in.

"Sand... Sand... What" sound sounded immediately, which was even more weird than the sound of silkworm babies eating mulberry leaves in the spring night.

The leaves that were originally green were covered with even more verdant colors.

Locusts, these are swarms of locusts.

After the great drought, there will be a plague of locusts, and the ancients will not deceive me.

"Brother, you see, these worms are stupid and easy to catch." A small hand holding a few grasshoppers stretched out in front of Zhiwen.

She was still young and didn't know the horror of the locust plague, so she caught a few to show off.

With a bang, the door suddenly opened.

"Zhiwen, Nannan, quickly, quickly collect vegetables and grain." Zhiwen Niang rushed in.

But it was Zhiwen Niang who saw the locust swarm flying in from outside the city, and hurriedly asked the lord's family for leave and rushed back.

Zhiwen also reacted, there was still some food piled up in the kitchen in the backyard, but the locusts couldn't be eaten.

No matter how low-key he was, he showed light skills, took three steps and made two steps, and went to the kitchen.

The leftover bread at noon is already crawling with locusts, and there is not much left, forget it, don't do it.

The noodle jar was also covered by locusts, and there were a lot of them, so Zhiwen hurriedly connected the insects and put the grain into the warehouse.

As for the locusts, they could not move when they entered the warehouse, and they did not know whether they were dead or faint.

Zhiwen hurriedly returned to the front yard again, Zhiwen Niang and Nan Nan knew his ability, and did not follow to the kitchen, but were busy collecting cabbage.

Zhiwen didn't have time to say anything, so he also picked up the scythe and joined the harvesting team.

The area of the front yard is not large, and Zhiwen has a golden finger in his hand, so the three of them quickly harvested these cabbages and loaded them into the warehouse.

There was still a stubble of rhizomes on the ground, and the locusts did not let go, "rustling" and gnawing.

The big trees outside the courtyard, the window lattices and the beams of the houses in the courtyard, regardless of the grass and trees, as far as the eye can see, are already crawling with locusts.

Before nightfall, the whole city was lit up by fire and smoke, which were lit by houses to drive away locusts.

There are candles lit candles, there are oil lamps lit by oil lamps, and the usual saving energy is all gone.

People who usually can't afford to light any lights are cautiously lighting torches, not only to repel insects, but also for fear of accidentally burning their homes.

Zheng San also ran home, but they had already put away the food Zhiwen.

Soon used up the small amount of lamp oil at home, Zheng San carefully lit the torch, looked at the window paper with thousands of holes that had been gnawed, and muttered:

"It's over, there's no hope for anything this year."

Zhiwen looked at the courtyard with a heavy heart, listening to the "rustling" sound of the locusts gnawing and the "buzzing" sound of wings flapping.

I know that even the most industrious farmers will not harvest this year.

Wherever these swarms of locusts passed, not only did not grow a single grass in the wild, but also the food stored indoors would also suffer.

Looking at this situation, it was after all the villages in the wild were destroyed that they flew into the county town to continue to plague people.

It seems that soon there will be more people fleeing, and this county town will not stay for long, and this short and leisurely day will eventually come to an end.

This time, my parents will probably agree to flee to another country.

Zhiwen thought silently in his heart.

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