"Young master, how are you eating?"

"Okay."

"If you want me to say that you still have to be a big family, that table of dishes is too fragrant, and that's it for the New Year."

"People eat better than this during the Chinese New Year."

"Really?"

On the willow tops of the moon, the weather has gradually darkened, and the three people who have eaten and drunk enough began to wander back.

Monks and Taoist priests have different ways of doing things, monks need to keep chanting scriptures in the main house, and the mourning hall will recite the scriptures for a few days, while Taoist priests are much easier than them, and they only need to do a ritual on the day of burial.

Usually go to take a look during the day, take a look, recite the Sutra of the Past Life, and recite the Yinze mantra.

According to common sense, those who need to keep vigil at night used to be Haozi there. But now Zhang Xiaojia wants to teach them skills, so Haozi can be regarded as the light of the young master, and he can go home to sleep, and he has to face the cold dead corpse all night, listening to the crying of his relatives.

Back home,

Mother and Xiaobai haven't slept yet,

The master and servant sat in the courtyard to cool off.

Wang Huahua held a romance picture book and read it seriously, while Xiaobai watched "Yan Gong's Notes" and studied hard.

After all, the young master asked her to learn, and she couldn't say no.

"Mother, we're back."

"Hmm." Wang Huahua put down the book and looked up at them.

Entering the courtyard, Haozi went to put the tools, Zhang Xiaojia took off his robe and sat on the horse and waited for Xiaobai to bring water and wash his feet.

Xiaobai got up and went into the kitchen, brought a basin of hot water and put it in front of Zhang Xiaojia.

"Sir."

"Hmm."

Zhang Xiaojia took off his shoes and socks, put his feet into the water, and enjoyed the warm water flowing over his feet, closing his eyes and intoxicated.

Zhang Xiaoyi sat in front of his mother, picked up a big peach, and looked at the wet white head on his head.

"Washing your hair?"

"Take a shower." Xiaobai walked up to Zhang Xiaoyi and said, "Young master, you have to wash too." ”

"I'll wash it too?"

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaojia continued: "The three of you all have to take a bath, a medicinal bath." ”

"Medicated bath?"

"Yes, since you three want to practice, you have to be decent. Whether it is internal or external training, it is extremely exhausting, so I asked your mother to buy some medicine during the day, and boiled it up so that you can be in a bubble, go to fatigue, and consolidate your foundation. ”

"What else do you say?"

"That's it."

In fact, Zhang Xiaoyi is no stranger to medicinal baths, and he has learned a lot in fantasy novels in his previous life. In reality, those who practiced martial arts in ancient times also needed to take medicinal baths, which were recorded in history, but later this "bad habit" was gradually abandoned, and there was no scientific basis, so it was not well known to outsiders.

There is a saying that the poor are rich and the martial arts are like this.

Poor people spend a lot of money on books and pen and ink at most.

And as soon as those who practice martial arts have good food, they cannot lack food. Second, it is more expensive to buy medicinal herbs and the like, and it is indispensable to take a medicinal bath internally and externally. In addition, I have to buy knives, guns, sticks and training equipment, but the children of poor families can't practice.

You can find it on Baidu, but many people think it's made up.

Zhang Xiaoyi has never soaked it, but now he really wants to soak it himself, it sounds quite fresh.

"Where?"

"In your courtyard, Xiaobai is waiting for your young master to take a bath, and Haozi will go back to the house to soak." Wang Huahua instructed one by one.

"Yes, ma'am." Hei Haoqin went straight to his room.

Zhang Xiaoyi stood up, and Xiaobai led him to the cross-courtyard.

As soon as you enter the courtyard, there is a large bath bucket in the courtyard, and the smell of medicinal herbs in the courtyard is extremely strong.

Zhang Xiaoyi walked to the bath bucket, the brown juice was like the dung juice in the wild toilet in summer, but the color was not so dark.

"Take off your clothes, young master, I'll rub your back."

Xiaobai stood aside and waited for Zhang Xiaoyi's next move.

Waited for a while,

Seeing that the young master did not move.

Puzzled: "What's the matter, young master?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyi was a little embarrassed, not that he was embarrassed to undress in front of the girl, nor was he embarrassed to let her serve.

In this world of humility and inferiority, he does not reject being served.

In a world where everyone thinks it is reasonable and legal to do so, Zhang Xiaoyi has to preach what everyone is equal and embarrassed to be unsociable.

After all, the predecessor has always been served by Xiaobai like this.

What he rejects is, this bucket full of "dung juice", is it really going to go down?

He had to convince himself now of how he was going to accept the bucket of water that looked like a witch refining poison.

The story of Snow White involuntarily appeared in my mind, and the medieval foreign witch with a long chin beckoned to me.

looked at Xiaobai suspiciously,

Xiaobai nodded:

"Wash it, young master, that's how I came over."

"Do you really want to wash?"

"Well, it looks disgusting, but within a few moments you'll feel unusually comfortable, like rows of little mallets beating your whole body.

And the fatigue on his body disappeared in a moment. ”

"Okay."

Zhang Xiaoyi endured the discomfort in his heart, resolutely took off his clothes and climbed in.

After more than a month of contact with parents in this family and this world, Zhang Xiaoyi found that his parents' love for him was really to the extreme.

So after he accepted this identity, he was already lying flat.

For the unconditional trust of his parents, just like the last time he saw *** in the North District, he said that it was solved, and he would not ask how it was solved and what the details were, even if he was curious.

Sometimes children are so dependent on their parents that they don't ask their parents how they earn their pocket money when they want it, and they don't ask their parents why they protect it when they are in danger.

Everything is taken for granted,

I need money, and my parents have to give it to me.

If something happens to me, my parents should help me.

Of course, in their parents' old age, children also have to repay their parents unconditionally.

Zhang Xiaoyi was lying in the bathtub when he heard a groan from the other side of the compound.

"Oh oh ~ comfortable."

It seems that Haozi has no burden in his heart.

Of course, this kind of medicated bath is really comfortable to soak, and it is even more intoxicating than the service of ninety-nine-eight.

Zhang Xiaoyi leaned his head on the edge of the bathtub, and Xiaobai took a white towel to wipe his chest and back arms for him.

The warm water temperature shows that the mother knows the approximate time of her return, and she prepares in advance that it is not cold or hot, just right.

Lying inside, I felt that the pores opened instantly, and when I was crispy, the slightest numb touch exploded all over my body.

It's as if thousands of tiny particles drill into the pores and enter your body at the same time.

The steam exhales on the face, causing sweat in the body, and the speed of metabolism increases.

When standing on the pile in the morning, and the fatigue of a busy day at the Shen family during the day, he was running away, fleeing from his body.

"How is the young master, is it particularly comfortable?"

Zhang Xiaoyi closed his eyes and said "um", now he doesn't even bother to speak, because he is wasting time.

"When you come out of the water, you will feel relaxed and refreshed."

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaoyi nodded slightly.

Xiaobai introduced his reaction in a while, after all, she had already felt it.

His hands were not idle, so he let Zhang Xiaoyi lie on his stomach and wipe his back for him.

"Huh?"

Rubbing Bai Suzhen suddenly stopped, feeling that she was holding a thin and long thing in her hand.

"What's wrong?"

Xiaobai picked up his hand from the water and held a small wooden stick.

"Fuji root, I guess I didn't pay attention to it when I sifted the medicine before."

"Hmm."

After soaking for half an hour, Xiaobai brought a basin of water and soap.

Although it is very comfortable to take a bath, the smell on the body after soaking is unbearable, which requires a second cleaning.

Haozi has finished washing, and came to the courtyard to help Xiaobai pour water and scrub the bath bucket.

Zhang Xiaoyi changed his clothes after washing, and he felt that his current mental state was about to catch up with the time when he was in sports school in his previous life.

It's just that the bodily functions are almost meaningless.

So now, he didn't want to waste such a good state, so he went back to the house and did three sets of push-ups, each set of thirty.

It's not that he doesn't want to do more, it's just that his physical state is not like his mental state, and he can be improved by taking a medicinal bath.

You still have to practice.

Before going to bed at night, Zhang Xiaoyi read a book for an hour, and listened to the ancient beating outside before going to bed.

The next morning, he woke up on his own without waiting for his father to call him, and he was in good spirits.

The sky outside was already dark, but it wasn't completely bright.

It is only four more than five hours.

The third watch slept for four hours now, but last night's bucket of medicinal baths did work.

He wasn't worried about anything wrong with his body.

With the support of that medicinal bath, even if I sleep at four o'clock every day, Hades has to praise me for my good health.

After getting up, I walked to the courtyard, did a few sets of warm-up movements, and then began to recall those tricks in the martial arts of my previous life.

In his previous life, he practiced Taijiquan, so he studied this boxing method very deeply.

momentum,

wild horse mane,

White crane with bright wings......

After a slow set of punches, the whole body was sweaty, but the body had an indescribable comfort.

Tai Chi doesn't look at the slow movements, but all the movements are standard, which is not less effort-saving than other boxing methods.

And Tai Chi is not only slow boxing, but also fast boxing.

Rigidity and softness.

Of course, what Zhang Xiaoyi did was just a health boxing, and there was no lethality.

Waiting for the fifth watch, Zhang Xiaoyi heard movement in the main courtyard, so he crossed the other courtyard and came to the main courtyard, Xiaobai and Haozi were also ready to meet the new day of training.