80s Taoism

As soon as Zhang Manyin left, Zhang Jiaohua directly picked up a hoe and walked into the field. But when he got to the edge of the field, Zhang Jiaohua was a little dumbfounded. If he turned over an acre of field with the hoe in his hand, he didn't know how long it would take. However, Zhang Jiaohua didn't want to go back on what had been decided. He rolled up the sleeves of his trouser legs and went down to the ground with a hoe.

The soil in the field is relatively soft, and it is not particularly difficult to turn over the soil. But the speed is very limited. Zhang Jiaohua turned over a small piece in one breath and had to stop to take a breath.

Jin Hu came over to take the hoe in Zhang Jiaohua's hand, but Zhang Jiaohua let go and let Jin Hu take the hoe away. He knew that Jin Hu wanted to dig the ground for him. After Jin Hu took the hoe from Zhang Jiaohua's hand, he began to quickly turn over the soil, only to see the soil being turned over one by one, as if an automatic plowing machine was plowing.

Fugui and the others got a plow from nowhere. Fugui, Xiaoshuan, and Mancang pulled it desperately in front, while Gouwa controlled the plow at the back. All the way past, it was faster than the buffalo plowing the field. Big rolls of soil were turned over. Jin Hu didn't plow it anymore, but followed behind the plow, smashing and leveling the soil they dug up.

If others saw it, what happened in Zhang Jiaohua's field would scare others to death. Because they couldn't see the existence of Jin Hu and others, they only saw a few farm tools automatically farming in the field.

Zhang Jiaohua originally thought it would take several days to turn over the field, but it took less than an hour to turn over the field. A plow was played by Fugui and the others, while Jinhu played with the hoe into a hot wheel, leveled all the way, and the whole field was turned upside down. A piece of field has become like this, the old farmer is really mad.

In the morning, Zhang Manyin was still going to his second son's house, mumbling all the way. He wanted to come here at all. This grandson was so stubborn that he promised to plant the millet for him. The millet would belong to him, but he refused to agree. He had to plant it himself. But my wife still protects this guy very much. Yesterday I got angry and went back, but when I got home, I even scolded my mother-in-law. The mother-in-law rushed over early in the morning, ordering that the beggar must be taken to the street to buy seeds today.

"Who is the grandson?" Zhang Manyin kicked a pesticide bottle on the road far away, and it fell into a paddy field with a bang.

When Zhang Manyin looked along the pesticide bottle, his eyes widened, showing an expression of disbelief.

That paddy field is exactly the one owned by Zhang Jiaohua's family. The paddy field of more than one mu was still covered with green and fluffy pigweed yesterday, but it has been plowed in Tainan today, and it is as flat as a book. Even the most experienced old farmers in the village have difficulty leveling a field like a field, and there is not even a footprint in it.

Zhang Manyin rubbed his eyes, thinking he was delusional, but after rubbing his eyes ten times, the scene he saw didn't change at all.

No cow footprints were seen at the edge of the field. After all, when a cow came out of the field, it would always leave a lot of footprints on the edge of the field. It is impossible for the traces of the cow footprints to disappear in one night. But the fields seemed to have been plowed.

Zhang Manyin wanted to know the answer, so he walked quickly to the second son's house.

It has been a long time since Zhang Jiaohua got up, and the pile work has been completed, and he is running around in the main room with sandbags.

The millet in the bamboo plaque has been emptied by him. Even if a child weighing thirty to forty pounds stands on the empty bamboo plaque, he will lose his balance and turn over. But Zhang Jiaohua, who weighed sixty to seventy catties including the sandbag, was able to run steadily on it. But if you look closely at Zhang Jiaohua's movements, his body is tilted into the bamboo plaque at a very large angle. If he didn't run extremely fast, he would have thrown himself into the bamboo plaque. He balances his speed perfectly with the lean of his body. After practicing to this level, in fact, his kung fu can already be mastered.

Zhang Jiaohua recently felt that as long as he untied the sandbags tied to his legs, he could fly. Trees that used to be very difficult to climb can now be climbed to the top with just a few strokes. The wall of the house plus the fence above it is more than two meters high. But Zhang Jiaohua felt that she could cross over. Light as a swallow, jump over walls and walk over walls. This is true light work.

Zhang Manyin wanted to yell loudly when he entered the door. He thought that the little grandson should not get up yet, but he didn't expect the little grandson to practice kung fu in the main room. The gate was not closed, and I saw it in the yard.

Zhang Jiaohua ran so fast that he didn't even notice Zhang Manyin who had already arrived at the door. Diamond Mountain Leopard raised his head and glanced at Zhang Manyin. If he was an acquaintance, there was no need to greet him.

Zhang Jiaohua kept spinning like a spinning top. After a stick of incense passed, he didn't feel exhausted. Because it was not easy to bind, the sandbags on his feet were added to twenty catties each, so he didn't add any more. It's not that I can't bear it, but it's not easy to bind, and it's starting to seriously affect the flexibility of the body. The most important thing is that Zhang Jiaohua has already felt that it is meaningless to continue to increase the weight.

Running to the back, Zhang Jiaohua's body began to overdraw slowly. Sweat poured out of his pores like a spring, and then slowly gathered into streams of sweat on his body.

With a staggering step, Zhang Jiaohua jumped slightly, and stood firmly outside the bamboo plaque.

"Grandpa, you're here." Zhang Jiaohua discovered Zhang Manyin's arrival.

"Yeah." Zhang Manyin rushed over, and at this moment, his anger had long been replaced by surprise, "Are you practicing Kung Fu? Didn't I see that you learned from the boxing master?"

"I learned from the old Taoist master." Zhang Jiaohua didn't hide it either. Everyone in the family knows that Zhang Jiaohua learned Meishan from his old Taoist master.

"Oh." Zhang Manyin thought it was so, and suddenly remembered the paddy fields, "Beggar, do you know that your paddy fields have been plowed by others?"

"I know. The plowing was done last night. I have put in a lot of effort." Zhang Jiaohua actually only plowed less than a fraction of the land.

"You mean, you plowed that field in one night? Did you use the first one?" Zhang Manyin looked like he had seen a ghost.

"It's not me, is there someone else?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

Although Zhang Manyin couldn't believe it, but the fact was so, he couldn't help but not believe it. Zhang Manyin still decided not to bother thinking about this problem, and he returned to the subject, "Today I'm going to the town to buy seeds. If you come too, you can have breakfast earlier. I'll come and call you later. Otherwise, you can come and have breakfast with me. It's rare for you to do it alone."

"No. I'll be fine soon. I need to cook some rice to feed the chickens and ducks." Zhang Jiaohua rejected Zhang Manyin's suggestion.