Poor Family

  Chapter 45 The New Year Comes

At five o'clock the next day, Li Yanqing came to the grove again. Hu Sheng was already waiting for him. Seeing Li Yanqing running, he smiled and said: "I didn't prepare yesterday, so I just ran, and I need to add some food today. "

  Li Yanqing was overjoyed, "Uncle, you want to teach me how to practice sword?"

"no!"

  Hu Sheng said unhappily: "Today is still running, but before running, lift a hundred stone locks!"

  Li Yanqing looked back, and saw two stone locks, one large and one small, placed under the tree, one estimated to weigh a hundred catties, and the other about twenty catties.

  Hu Sheng stepped forward and easily lifted the 100-jin stone lock, raised it high above his head, and shouted to Li Yanqing who was in a daze: "Let's start! After lifting a hundred times, we will run."

  Li Yanqing had no choice but to go forward and lift up the stone lock. ． ． ． ． ．

The cold wind was bitter, and the two ran south along the Yongji Canal for more than 30 miles, but Li Yanqing was so tired that he couldn't even speak, and his legs were as heavy as lead. Incomparable, it is completely different from yesterday's running.

  Hu Sheng glanced at him, then pointed to a big rock not far away, "Forgive you today, rest for a while, and continue running immediately!"

  Li Yanqing collapsed on the boulder at once. The big blue stone was even more comfortable than a velvet cushion at this moment. He had never been so tired in his life, and he felt that his whole body was not his own.

  Hu Sheng didn't stop, and started punching in the open space. This set of punches was powerful, but Li Yanqing was dazzled and felt chest tight.

   After Hu Sheng finally finished punching, Li Yanqing also breathed a little more smoothly, applauding quickly, "Good punching, uncle is amazing!"

  Hu Sheng sneered, "Whether the marksmanship you saw yesterday or the boxing you saw today are all just show, and they are useless on the battlefield."

   "Then what martial arts are useful?"

   "Run! Run away if you can't fight, it's more practical than anything else."

  Li Yanqing smiled wryly and was speechless, Uncle Hu really taught him how to escape!

  Hu Sheng waved his hand, "Keep running, we can't stop now."

  Li Yanqing was full of doubts and wanted to ask, but Hu Sheng ran up, and heard him shouting from a distance: "What do you want to ask, ask while running."

  Li Yanqing had no choice but to quicken his pace and followed.

   "Uncle, why did you run so easily yesterday, but you are so tired today!"

Hu Sheng laughed, "How can running not be tiring? It's just accumulating the fatigue from yesterday to today. I let you lift the stone lock today to release part of your fatigue first, otherwise you won't be able to run ten miles today. .”

   "Lifting a lock is also a rest?"

   "Of course! Isn't your calligraphy practice a rest?"

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   "Uncle asked me to run to exercise my endurance!"

"As expected of a scholar, he is smart. The two armies fought, and the people who were killed in the end were either too weak, or lacked physical strength, or escaped too slowly. Running not only exercises physical strength, but also exercises speed. It is the best way to strengthen your body fitness method."

   "What about strength? How should I practice strength."

   "What do you do strength training? Even if you practice for a lifetime, you can't catch up with me."

   "But... how can I fight against the Khitan barbarians if I don't practice strength?"

Hu Sheng stopped suddenly, he stared at Li Yanqing and said: "You compete with Liu Chenghong, even if you use all your strength, you can't compare with his arm, but that day you almost broke his stomach, you forgot ?"

  Li Yanqing realized something, "Uncle means I'm fast!"

Hu Sheng started running again, and smiled at Li Yanqing: "You have two amazing talents, one is fast and the other is accurate. If you practice these two talents deeply, your martial arts will become even more profound. Come out, what to do with so many tricks, you only need to kill with one knife."

  Li Yanqing suddenly understood, "Uncle, I understand."

   "Just understand, don't talk anymore, use the breathing method I taught you, and you won't be tired soon!"

Hu Sheng accelerated his running speed, Li Yanqing stopped talking, adjusted his breathing, and closely followed Hu Sheng's pace. He was not outdated at all at such a young age. Maybe it's really a character.

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In this way, Li Yanqing ran with Hu Sheng every morning. The breathing method Hu Sheng taught him can greatly improve the efficiency of running. His physical strength is getting better every day. Li Yanqing soon realized the benefits of running, and he is full of energy and energy every day. , and his memory is better, making it easier for him to read.

  From the eleventh day, Hu Sheng began to tie lead bags on his legs and arms to make running more difficult. In Hu Sheng's words, this was to allow him to escape with his wealth in the future.

  Time passed day by day, and the atmosphere of the new year became more and more intense. Li Yanqing's first new year after coming to the Song Dynasty was approaching.

  Li Daqi came back early, and he also knew that his son ran with Hu Sheng every morning, but he didn’t object, just don’t abandon literature and martial arts. Running can strengthen the body and is good for reading. Li Daqi has a deep understanding of this.

  However, as the New Year approached, Li Daqi became busier. Many clan members rushed back from other places, which happened to be beneficial for him to repair the genealogy. These days, he and Li Daguang went out early and returned late.

  The twelfth lunar month, the school began to have a holiday, and the students could finally sleep in at home, but Li Yanqing did not have this special treatment. Once he ran with Uncle Hu, he couldn't stop.

  In the early morning of this day, the two came back from a run. When they parted, Hu Sheng smiled at Li Yanqing and said, "I'm making rice cakes today, so come and help me too!"

"OK!"

Li Yanqing was very excited. When he was a child, he also made rice cakes at home. When he went to the county to attend the Boys' Association, he also saw the people in the county making rice cakes. It was no different from when he was a child. He really wanted to see it, but he didn't have the opportunity to go out. The thought that Uncle Hu would also like to pound rice cakes filled him with anticipation.

  He went home and ate a few steamed buns with thick noodles, and then washed his body with cold water by the well. As soon as he cleaned up, he heard Xiao Qing'er calling him in the yard.

"coming!"

  Li Yanqing put on a short coat and went to the yard.

   "Second brother, I want to make rice cakes!" Xiao Qing'er was as excited as a bunny, jumping and jumping.

In the past, Li Daqi was poor, and Uncle Hu gave them a little after making rice cakes. This year, their family’s conditions have improved, and the two families can cooperate by pounding rice cakes. The two families bought seven buckets of glutinous rice and three buckets of sticky rice. After steaming, the rest is for his son Hu Sheng to do.

There are two kinds of containers for pounding rice cakes. Two people use a stone trough, and one person uses a stone mortar for singles. The beating tool is a wooden hammer. However, no matter if it is doubles or singles, someone must turn the rice **** below at any time, so that the rice cakes can be beaten evenly and delicately. It tastes better.

  Hu Sheng wore a sleeveless jacket, revealing his shiny black sinews. He was extremely strong. Li Yanqing was also dressed like him, but his arms were much thinner and whiter, but he still looked quite strong.

   "I hit it on the top, and you turn it on the bottom. You must have a sharp eye and a quick hand, so you can't be hit by my hammer. Do you understand?"

   "Uncle, is this also practicing martial arts?" Li Yanqing asked excitedly.

  Hu Sheng chuckled, "This is not martial arts training. This is me taking advantage of your fast speed to turn rice noodles for me. Others can't cooperate with me. I think you can."

   Two people washed their hands, Hu Sheng stretched his arms, "Let's start!"

  Li Yanqing already understood that he didn't need him at first, but after dozens of poundings, the cooked rice gradually became sticky, and Hu Sheng shouted, "Start turning!"

Hu Sheng hit it once, and the moment Li Yanqing lifted the wooden hammer, Li Yanqing turned over the rice ball in the stone mortar with the fastest speed. Seeing that he was a little nervous, Hu Sheng smiled and said: "Take your time first, wait After the cooperation is proficient, we will speed up."

  The key to whether the rice cakes are well beaten is not the person who beats them, but the person who turns the rice cakes below. Generally speaking, the faster and more comprehensively they turn the rice cakes, the more even the rice cakes are beaten, and the final rice cakes will be more delicate and delicious.

   Just like that, one person hits the top, and the other turns the bottom, and the speed is getting faster and faster, which is dazzling.

  The two fought for half an hour, and Hu Sheng shouted, "Stop!"

The two stopped at the same time, Li Yanqing only felt that his whole body was dripping with sweat, even his clothes were soaked, and Hu Sheng was the same, he gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's really fun, Brother Qing, you can make me beat like this Happy, you are the first."

  Li Yanqing also smiled and said: "At first I could see, but later I relied on instinct completely. It's really a fluke that I didn't get hit by the hammer."

   "This was no fluke!"

  Hu Sheng smiled and said to Li Yanqing: "At first you saw with your eyes, but later you saw with your heart. This is a talent you have had since childhood. Come on! Let's change a bucket of rice and continue."

  The two of them made three big buckets of cooked rice in one go, and Aunt Hu and Qing Erniang next to them began to make rice cakes with molds, and round and delicate rice cakes were made one by one.

  Xiao Qing'er was playing happily beside her, pinching two little rabbits and a deer.

After smashing the rice cakes, Li Yanqing stood up and took a breath. He was already drenched in sweat. He lifted up the front of his clothes to wipe off the sweat. At this moment, several voices came from the door, and a middle-aged woman asked Said: "Is Brother Qing here?"

  It turned out to be Aunt Gu from the village. Li Yanqing smiled and said, "Aunt Three, I'm here!"

   Immediately, five or six people poured in from the outside, all of them were from the same village. They were all smiling, chattering around Li Yanqing and saying, "Brother Qing, help us write some Spring Festival couplets!"

  Of course, Li Yanqing would not refuse the neighbor's request, so he asked Hu Sheng, "Uncle, do you need my help?"

  Hu Sheng shook his head and smiled, "I wanted to take you to butcher pigs. Forget it. I'll take Huzi and Zhuzi there. You can write Spring Festival couplets for everyone. Don't forget to write one for me too."

   "Don't worry, uncle, I won't forget it!"

  Li Yanqing went home and took a piece of clothing to put on, and was surrounded by everyone to write Spring Festival couplets.

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  (end of this chapter)