"Lao Jiao, you are ......"

Jia Huan swallowed, looked at the big stick in Jiao Da's hand, and asked puzzledly.

Jiao Da said indifferently: "You just finished opening your muscles, so the next training is to be beaten." If you want to be able to defeat the enemy, you must first learn to take a beating. ”

Jia Huan's face changed, and he said with a dry smile: "Master Jiao, aren't you angry with yesterday?" Yes, I scolded you a few words yesterday, but tell me yourself, should you be scolded for your negligence yesterday? Besides, it was Li Wanji who punched you, not me, or I'll help you call Li Wanji, and you two practice alone? ”

Jiao Da ignored Jia Huan's words, and said to himself: "Killing the enemy on the battlefield is different from the battle between the rivers and lakes. The battle between the rivers and lakes can be escaped, moved, and dodged. But the thousands of soldiers in the battle array fought among themselves, and there was no way to escape, and those who retreated were killed. There's no room to move and dodge, because you're full of people to your left and right. When you dodge to the side, not only will you interrupt the rhythm of your brother's attack, but you will avoid the spear in front of you, but you will face the spear stabbed next to you, which is even more dangerous.

Therefore, the first point that martial artists should keep in mind is that the martial arts are moving forward, and I am invincible! When the narrow road meets, the brave wins, and the one who is afraid of death must be the first to die. ”

Jiao Da said very imposingly, but Jia Huan was drenched in cold sweat when he heard it, isn't this fucking cannon fodder? No matter how good the fight is, it's just a common end!

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Lao Jiao, are you joking?" In this battle array, people are crowded, and they can't practice the magic skills of King Kong, and they stab with spears one by one, who can carry it? What is the difference between practicing martial arts and not practicing martial arts? ”

Jiao Da snorted, his eyes became a little erratic, as if he had traveled through endless time, and returned to the killing field of the golden iron horse, after a long time, his eyes suddenly condensed, and said: "The difference is big, if you want to die differently or not be stabbed to death by the enemy first, you have to be faster, stronger, and have more endurance, you have to make the enemy fall first." Practicing martial arts can make you faster and stronger, and practicing taking beatings can make you more tolerant of pain. ”

When Jia Huan heard this, his eyes rolled slightly, looking at the wooden stick with the thickness of his arm in Jiao Da's hand, he still felt afraid, so he smiled and said, "Master, you are laughing." Now that we are in peace and security, where is there any war. Besides, even if there is a war, it won't be my turn to rush to the front line to be cannon fodder, right? This one...... I watched this training get beaten, or forget it, right? Master, you are busy first, I'll go run two laps again to warm up! ”

Jiao Da sneered: "Boy, do you know that if you want to inherit the title of the nobleman, you have to participate in the examination of the Zongren Mansion. There are three tests in total, the first is to open the tendons, and the second is to forge the body. The so-called forging of the body, to put it bluntly, is to be beaten. If you just want to practice a few tricks and be strong outside in the future, then you don't need to practice. If you want to ......"

"Stop! Okay, okay, isn't it just being beaten, what's the big deal? Why do you talk about so many irrelevant wheels? Master, I feel itchy bones, I want to scratch it, Lao Jiao, you just call. When people are old, they are confused, and they dare to say any nonsense......"

Jia Huan looked helpless, but his eyes froze when he looked at Jiao Da.

Don't look at Jiao Daping's indifferent and cold attitude towards Jia Huan, but at this moment, Jia Huan's scalp tightened.

Thinking of the meaning of Jia Huan's words again, Jiao Da was silent.

He didn't say anything more, just waved the wooden stick and beckoned to Jia Huan lightly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

……

At noon, Jia Huan held on to the root of the wall and moved home step by step.

On the way, when he met the woman of the village who saluted him, he had to force a smile and nod in response.

It's been a tough one.

When he returned to the house, Jia Huan did not throw himself onto the kang as usual, shouting for Bai He or Xiao Jixiang to massage him.

He walked to the table step by step, and sat down on the chair carefully, but he didn't dare to loosen his waist, and his back was straight.

Because he can't let his weight all focus on the buttocks area, it hurts too much......

With trembling hands, Jia Huan picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea into the teacup, and then trembled his hand and brought it to his mouth, sipping it in small sips.

After drinking one cup, Jia Huan poured another glass, and this cup did not drink it one by one, but drank it all at once.

After the second cup was drunk, Jia Huan reached out to pour the third cup, but as soon as the teapot was picked up, tears fell.

Jiao Da, CNMB, you really beat you to death......

Jia Huan dared to guarantee that if he took off his clothes now, there would be absolutely no good place on his body, no place would be white, either bruised or purple, or red and swollen.

However, the road was chosen by oneself, who is to blame?

Jiao Da didn't dare to lie, if he wanted to inherit the title of pro-noble, he had to go through this experience when he was sealed......

Wiped away tears and smiled.

What are you afraid of crying? Don't be ashamed to cry, wipe away your tears and keep going, we're still gentlemen!

Slowly stood up, and wanted to go out to find someone with a tight mouth to rub the medicine and wine for him, if Aunt Zhao found out, it would be bad, and I don't know how to make noise at that time. However, as soon as Jia Huan turned around, he saw Aunt Zhao standing straight at the door at some point, looking at him with tears on her face.

……

"Mother, don't cry......"

Jia Huan was lying on the kang, and Aunt Zhao was holding a pot of medicinal wine behind her, wiping his wounds while crying, and constantly cursing Jiao Da.

"Don't call me mother, my mother doesn't have such an unfilial son as you. When you left the house, you forgot what your father said, the body hair was given by your father, and you didn't dare to destroy it, this is the great filial piety. But look at you, you are either dead or injured in three days, do you want to scare your mother to death? I really don't know how many sins I did in my previous life to give birth to such an unconscious obstacle as you. ”

Aunt Zhao's subordinates didn't stop, and her mouth didn't stop, babbling in pieces.

Jia Huan's face twitched, and he said, "Mother, if you want to cry, you can do it, but can you not drip tears on me." Those tears are full of salt, and they stung me to death! ”

"Smack!"

After pumping it on Jia Huan's head, seeing his grimace wrinkled, Aunt Zhao laughed out loud again, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and scolded: "You deserve to be stung!" A good noble son, he is not good at reading and reading, he is crazy outside all day long, he doesn't talk about the same black carbon balls, and he makes himself half dead all day long. That Jiao Da didn't know what the old miscellaneous hair was from, he really didn't know how to write dead words? ”

Jia Huan supported his face with his chin and said with a smile: "Mother, this is really relieving." The origin of the old miscellaneous hair is really unclear, but eighty percent is the back hand left by the old Ning Guogong. If it was an ordinary servant, he would not dare to toss the master like this. Ouch yo ...... Hiss! Mother, you tap ...... But mother, then again, it's our luck to have such an old guy here. Otherwise, my son really wouldn't be able to find someone more at ease than him to be his master. That's it, it is estimated that it will not be able to last for a few years. ”

Aunt Zhao's eyes flashed, and she said, "What do you say, he still wants to go back to Ningguo Mansion?" Isn't his deed in our hands? ”

Jia Huan shook his head and said: "No, Lao Jiao has just broken up with these two tricks, opened his muscles and bones, and after practicing and being beaten, his ability will be used up." By the way, I haven't learned to run yet...... In short, after all the studies are finished, your son and I should have a headache with who to find to continue learning. But it's still early, at least two years to learn, and this has to be your son's talent, and his bones are amazing......"

Aunt Zhao poured the last bit of medicinal wine in her hand, and then after rubbing it evenly on Jia Huan's calves, she twisted her sore neck and shoulders, looked at Jia Huan's smooth ass, and said: "Brother Huan'er, the old lady will persuade you one last time, the two lords in the mansion, you better not think about it again, not to mention how many years the eldest lord and Brother Zhen of the East Mansion can live, even if they die now, it is none of your business." There are two rows of chains below the eldest master, and there is Brother Rong waiting under Brother Zhen. Even Baoyu may not be able to withstand it, let alone you? ”

After Jia Huan pulled the quilt and covered his body, he turned over, and after getting a few sneering eyes from Aunt Zhao, he said with a smile: "Mother, you don't have to worry about these things, it's all your son's business." In short, you can be your housekeeper wife in the Zhuangzi with peace of mind now. ”

"Phew!"

Aunt Zhao took a sip of Jia Huan and said disdainfully: "Mrs. Housekeeper, whose house do I care?" There are only three maids and two mothers-in-law. The mothers-in-law in the village are not in charge of me. ”

Jia Huan said speechlessly: "Mother, those mothers-in-law are making money for their sons, what do you care about them?" ”

When Aunt Zhao heard this, she suddenly came to her senses, and said tentatively: "Brother Huan, how much money have you made recently?" Mother, I see that you are doing a good job. Early in the morning, Zhuangzi began to rumble things out non-stop. Your uncle...... Qian Qi said, those things are all silver! Tell my mother, have you made a fortune? ”

When Jia Huan heard this, he frowned and looked at Aunt Zhao, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Mother, didn't you say it, you stay away from Qian Qi, don't you think he stinks?" ”

Aunt Zhao snorted, but when she saw that her son's face was really not very good, she smiled and said, "At the beginning, I really didn't want to deal with him, but it didn't stink, but I was panicked." But then he gave gifts to his mother every once in a while, and it was not so disgusting to watch. Brother Huan'er, don't worry, my mother didn't promise him anything, and he didn't let my mother intercede like you, just chattering and talking. ”

Jia Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed: "What a human spirit, I know how to play the emotional card, and I have a long-term vision." What the hell does this king want to ......?"

"Smack!"

Before Jia Huan had time to think deeply, he was slapped by Aunt Zhao on the head, and when he looked up, he saw Aunt Zhao's face full of unkindness, and said: "Brother Huan, Qian Qi is the eighth lamb of the king, so what is your grandma?" What is your mother? What are you? ”

When Jia Huan heard this, he knew that he was speechless, and he smiled bitterly and wanted to defend a few words.

I saw Aunt Zhao said seriously: "Brother Huan'er, my mother doesn't know what big things you want to do, lest Qian Qi spoil your business." But think about it, in the final analysis, he and his mother are the same, but a slave of several generations, even if he is a little clever and a little fancy, but with his identity, what great things can he really do? He just wants to rely on your nephew's name to earn a family business. If you can't trust him, don't use him much. However, don't forget, he and his mother are brothers and sisters after all, so where do you put your mother's face when you practice him like this? ”

PS: Thank you for the reward of the book friend poppyjj, thank the book friend C938516, the blue stone 11, I am the white lady, the Baptist, haha, the reward of the hehe, thank you for the dragon heart in the world, I have it, the smoke and clouds in the dance and when I want to write a book~~~

Thank you for the recommendation of many book friends, as well as the urging of Brother Burning City.

It's just a weak reminder to Brother Blaze, this reminder ticket seems to be about the next day.

That is, you are voting for the hope that I will have more words and fewer words the next day.

I have more than 6,000 words a day, but you don't have to vote......

Ahem, thank you very much!

Finally, I am quite satisfied with the clicks and recommendations of this book, but the collection is surprisingly slow.

In terms of this growth rate, I think it's almost impossible to push on the strong push, and the probability of even wanting to push on the homepage is not large.

But that's okay, I understand.

After all, online articles are still fast-paced, just like a book friend commented, 300,000 words have not earned money, and it is estimated that no second author will write this kind of farming method to death.

To be honest, I didn't think about how much money I would make with this book from the time I opened the article, and my goal was to have a group of like-minded people who were similar to the understanding of the Red Mansion to complete the book together.

Since I opened the book, I haven't had any high hopes for subscriptions, and it would be good to have a 200 average subscription when I finished the book.

Why is it 200 equally? Because I have 6,000 words a day, if I have 200 equal orders, after 55 points, I will get almost 600 yuan a month.

In this way, I can offset the 600 yuan of full attendance that the website sends me every month, which means that the website will not at least lose money because of me.

During the Chinese New Year, I will not be embarrassed to pay New Year's greetings to the editor-in-charge and editor-in-chief who signed me......

Ha ha! That's not too high, right?

As long as I can achieve this goal, I can easily and without guilt, and wholeheartedly write a book of the Red Mansion in my heart.

If you really can't reach it, cough cough, say it in advance, the blue light is big, it's five years old, I'm really sorry, hehe, I will try to strive for more than two hundred and fifty in the next book...... Of course, that's all for later.

Regarding the progress, is the progress slow? It's slow, I'll admit it.

But this article should not be a running account-style water, I am just trying my best to sketch a flesh-and-blood Jia family Zhuangzi and many different characters who can form a detailed picture sense in everyone's mind.

Some book friends said, what's the use of how well you write, the pace is so slow, no one reads.

I just want to say that anyone who can read the original Dream of Red Mansions quietly should basically be able to read the book a few times.

If people can't even read the original book of the Red Mansion, how can I force them to read it?

In fact, I will also write in a fast-paced way, which is nothing more than a slap in the face that provokes conflicts, and then suppresses and then raises.

There are simply too many objects that can be conflicted in this book, and there are many N maids with names and surnames and stories in Jiafu, N many small servants, plus housekeepers, mothers-in-law, and even Jia Zhen, Jia Lian, Jia Rong, Jia Yu, Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Xing, plus their relatives and mothers, and continue to diverge outward, the princes and sons who have appeared and so on.

Every conflict can be written in at least tens of thousands of words......

This kind of conflict will also appear in the later article, but it can only be seasoned occasionally, and if there are too many, it is really not the Red Mansion.

Anyone who has read the Red Mansion knows that there is almost no so-called pretending to be X in the face in the Red Mansion.

If I were to write a bunch of fast-paced, violent conflict essays, would it still be the Red Chamber?

Even if there is a conflict, it should not be with the people in the Red Mansion.

There's a lot of rambling, so let's stop there, and the time for writing is running out again.

In short, I am very grateful for everyone's support, and I will do my best to write every character and plot carefully.

Try your best to live up to everyone's recommendations and tips.

I also hope that you will continue to support you.

Good bye!