Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

"How are you, sir? Are you straightened out?"

“A little further to the left.

Fan Xinglai stood on the chair and stood on tiptoes, balancing the scroll pole to the left.

Liang Qu took two steps back, stood on the threshold, observed the distance between the left and right, and confirmed that the portrait had been moved to the center.

"stop!"

"Is it correct?"

"Okay, come down."

Fan Xinglai breathed a sigh of relief, jumped off the chair, and wiped off the shoe prints with his sleeves.

A single-color painting of a mountain stream and waterfall hangs in the center of the main wall. The waterfall in the painting pours down, which really makes the empty hall feel more majestic!

Zhao Shanchang is worthy of being a master of calligraphy and painting. His paintings and inscriptions made Liang Qu, a layman who didn't know how to appreciate them, feel that he was very elegant.

Unconsciously, I really look like a gentleman.

How can an ordinary fisherman collect calligraphy and paintings by famous artists?

"Master Liang! We are here, where should we put our things?"

There was a shout from the door.

Liang Qu knew who was coming: "Xing Lai, you go and lead them into my bedroom, move out the large square couch inside, put a canopy bed in it, and then ask Aunt Li to make a new bed for me."

Fan Xinglai poked his head around: "Canopy bed? Sir, have you bought a bed?"

"Well, I bought some furniture, a canopy bed, five Arhat beds, two ancient bookshelves, two desks... Anyway, there are a lot of things. My square couch can be moved to your room in the future. "

There are three entrances to Liang's house, which are so big that you can't help but stick out your tongue while running around.

In the early days, the construction of houses relied entirely on the work and efforts of the villagers, plus a few large households raising money and saving materials.

However, Liang Qu himself had a small pocket.

After the house was completed, the furniture purchased and used inside was just like that, compact and used, and no one came anyway.

Many porcelains were gifted by the Imperial Court, and there was no place to put them. They are still lying in boxes and piled up in the east wing.

After that, Liang Qu gradually became rich and started practicing hard.

Now I finally have some spare money on hand. On my way back, I consciously had a lot of money in my pocket and bought a batch of new furniture, including but not limited to canopy beds, Arhat beds, bookcases, desks...

Whatever makes you feel comfortable.

Otherwise, wouldn’t this martial arts training be in vain, and this official promotion wouldn’t be in vain?

First, replace the short square couch in the bedroom with a canopy bed that gathers energy.

Put a few more Arhat beds in the study room and the middle hall to make it easier for guests to come.

Next, set up a shelf for ancient books, put all the porcelain and gadgets that were given to you, and put them to use.

"okay!"

When Fan Xinglai learned that he had a new bed to sleep in, he happily ran to open the door to pick up people. After confirming, he took people into the courtyard to put things in place.

Men moved large furniture back and forth in the courtyard.

The shopkeeper first said hello to Liang Qu, confirmed the location of the items, then turned around and stood in the center of the courtyard with a burning gaze to prevent anyone under him from having dirty hands and feet and ruining the reputation of his shop.

Aunt Zhang saw the excitement and walked across the verandah: "Master, are you going to kill the chicken today?"

"Killing a chicken, what kind of chicken to kill?"

Liang Qu, who ordered the hired workers to install the Luohan bed, was puzzled.

"My boss, you forgot? You left a flying dragon before you left home. I have been raising it for you. Every day, we feed it all the leftovers of our food. Not only did I not lose any weight, I gained a lot of weight!"

Aunt Zhang took out a spotted pheasant from behind.

The hair on the pheasant's chest was all fluffy and exploded, and it was bulging with newly grown down for the winter.

The pheasant seemed to know that its end was coming, so it fought hard and struggled, but the roots of its wings were pinched, and it was of no use.

"Oh, I have an impression."

Liang Qu suddenly realized that just a few days after he took office, all his subordinates came to give gifts.

Among them, Fan Zixuan was covered in mud and brought a hazel pheasant, commonly known as a flying dragon, in the rain.

It happened that the flood report of floods in Huazhu County was received that day, but Liang Qu didn't make it in time to eat.

When I came back yesterday and learned that the old monk was leaving, I simply accompanied him to a fast meal in the evening, so that he could live one more day!

"Forget it at noon." Liang Qu looked at the sky and saw that it was almost lunch time. "I'm not sure I can make it in time for lunch now because I'm busy with work. Let's eat tonight. Make a soup and buy some dried mushrooms."

"Okay, then I'll boil some water and scald it this afternoon!"

Aunt Zhang carried the flying dragon back to the kitchen, found a piece of string and tied the chicken's feet tightly to prevent it from flying around, then turned around to add firewood and prepare for lunch.

Liang Qu was busy instructing the hired workers to place the large items, and Fan Xing came to help move them.

For a moment, no one paid attention to the flying dragon that was flapping its wings and struggling desperately.

The hazel pheasant lay on the ground without calling, rested for a while, then lowered its head and began to peck at the rope loop on its feet.

afternoon.

Liangzhai has a brand new look, and the fragrance of nanmu is lingering.

Liang Qu opened the door to the east wing, took out several large boxes, and together with Fan Xinglai, he put things on the archaeological shelves, put porcelain on them, and chatted about them.

"Xinglai, how old are you this year?"

"After this spring, it will be fourteen."

"Fourteen... Are you ready to learn martial arts?"

"My father said that when I turn fifteen, I will go to Master Yang's martial arts school and study for a year and a half.

Mr. Yang promised my father that as long as a few of my brothers went to learn martial arts, there would be no tuition fees and the cost of medicinal materials would be charged at Changchun Hall’s purchase price.

After the first half of the school year, I will continue to practice if I have hope. If I don’t have hope, I will fail. Don’t worry, adults, I won’t delay raising horses. "

Fan Xinglai's father raised horses at Yang Dongxiong's place. He had senior qualifications, extensive experience, and good craftsmanship. His monthly income was several taels of silver, which was much higher than that of ordinary people who farmed and fished.

He was willing to live a hard life and save so much that he could afford the most expensive martial arts training, not to mention that Yang Dongxiong promised to free tuition.

"I'm not worried about delaying raising horses, I'm just curious."

In this world's martial arts, there is almost no emphasis on boy skills.

Feeling for bones, you have to wait for the bones to grow before you can feel them out.

Not fully grown, too young, and rashly refining Qi and blood will not only make it difficult to circulate and promote positive movements during exercise, but will easily weaken Qi and blood, leading to the root cause of disease.

The best age to practice martial arts is at least the beginning of secondary growth, which is around fifteen years old. Therefore, when Liang Qu was practicing martial arts, he could meet the third son of Mr. Zhao's family.

Adolescents have strong resilience and strong qi and blood. As long as they supplement with ordinary meat, there will not be any big problems.

If you can take medicinal baths every day, and occasionally take one or two treasure fish, or other elixirs that replenish your qi and blood, your practice will be infinitely smoother than others.

Fan Xinglai brought the flower pot: "Every time I come home for dinner, my father always asks me to learn from you, Sir. He said that if I can learn two things from Master Liang, my life will be worth it."

Liang Qu laughed: "You can't learn from me."

"I told my father the same thing. Not to mention the entire Pingyang County, but looking at the entire Huaiyin Mansion, how many Liangs can be produced in Nanzhili? Sir, do you want to put this vase on it?"

While Fan Xinglai was asking questions, an obscure and unspeakable energy spread from the courtyard, creating waves of dryness in the bleak autumn wind.

"Strange, what is it? It's warm."

Fan Xinglai touched his cheek and looked around.

Liang Qu's expression condensed.

"Red Firebird!"

…

Liang Qu put down the round bottle in his hand and walked quickly across the verandah. He saw a flying dragon swaying under the bedroom window, half leaning and half lying down.

The air was filled with a faint smell of burning.

Liang Qu suddenly understood and rushed into the house.

On Lanqi, there were waves standing horizontally, without any change.

On the contrary... the light is bright?