Liver Progress From the Beginning

  Chapter 10 Big Stomach King

   "Save in twos and threes..."

   Being able to work as a handyman disciple for two years, I can only say that this guy Jiang Liang is stable beyond imagination.

   After finishing this matter, everyone walked together and went to the cafeteria for dinner.

   In the middle of the journey, Zhong Chao also met the manager of the martial arts hall who was leading a group of teenagers. Those teenagers were generally malnourished, and they all looked at the martial arts disciples with envy and expectation.

   This visually impressive scene caught Zhong Chao in a daze: "Is it time to recruit handyman disciples again?"

  Zong Sheng: "There are more than 50 people, ten more than ours. The martial arts school is so short of people?"

  Jiang Liang: "It may not be a lack of people, but people are cheaper."

   These words made several people speechless.

   If it is possible, whoever wants their children to come to the martial arts gym to work as a handyman, wouldn’t it be better to spend money on learning arts directly.

  Unfortunately, the world is difficult and the people's livelihood is difficult.

  This world is on the verge of the end of the dynasty. There are aristocratic families and rich families who are greedy and violent, and there are monsters and evil spirits secretly spying on the outside. In addition, in recent years, natural disasters have occurred frequently, and countless people have been displaced.

   Therefore, even if the Vajra Martial Art Museum uses the handyman disciples as consumables, it never worries about no one available.

  Even, the Vajra Martial Arts Gym, which has the possibility of promotion, has a pretty good reputation in the surrounding area. The owner of the Gym, Yuan Ming, is quite a "chivalrous" hero.

   "I would rather be a dog of peace than a person in troubled times."

   After sighing with emotion, Zhong Chao put this matter behind him, and the same sentence, he can't even take care of himself now, and he has no mood to care about others.

   After eating and drinking enough, Zhong Chao and others rested for a while, and then continued to practice.

  Because his body injury was not healed, Zhong Chao didn't dare to let others continue to slap, but inhaled and held his breath, and visualized the steam.

   Fortunately, the Chunyang golden bell cover has two parts: external training and internal training. The external training cannot be carried out. The internal training can be practiced together with the steam turbine, and the training speed is not enough.

   "Hoo..."

   Fifteen minutes later, the steam turbine training was over, and Zhong Chao subconsciously glanced at the data panel.

  【Steam Turbine·1: 3 Realm Mastery (245+3/3000)】

  【Pure Yang Golden Bell Cover: Entry Level 1 (39+3/900)】

   "They all have a +3 improvement, which is not bad."

   Closing his eyes, Zhong Chao focused on practicing again.

   There is no endless chores, no need to be slapped, and there is ample supply of meat in the morning, which gives Zhong Chao more energy to practice.

  In the early morning, he practiced the steam turbine 7 times in one breath, which increased the data of the two exercises by +21.

  Then, he was exhausted again. Near 10:00 noon, he was even weaker from hunger.

   "No, I have to add a meal."

   After giving Jiang Liang a look, he quickly finished the matter, because it was daytime, he also brought some meat to cook soup.

   Of course, the cost of buying meat is unavoidable.

   "Gudong Gudong..."

   Zhong Chao, who was so hungry, licked up the soup base.

  With food in his belly, his limp body finally regained some vitality.

  Then, Zhong Chao let Jiang Liang see what a big stomach king is.

  King Kong Martial Arts provided three meals, and Zhong Chao added three more meals a day. On this day, he made a full six meals, and each time it was a big pot.

  Such a big appetite caused Zong Sheng and Jiang Liang to look differently, and Zhong Chao's wallet began to flatten.

   To say that the only gain is probably gaining Di Hua’s admiration—this is the first time he has seen someone with a bigger appetite than himself.

   "It's so edible, no wonder you are so strong, Boss Zhong, no, I want to be like you."

   "..."

  Don't want to pay attention to this idiot, Zhong Chao is very worried now, he finds that according to the current way of eating, Huoxue powder is not worth buying, and the medicine money can't be set aside.

  The three taels of silver can only be used as meal money.

   Even, with his current appetite, three taels of silver are not enough for him to eat for ten days.

  In this era, meat is very expensive.

   As for reducing meals, such a plan is not in Zhong Chao's consideration at all.

   Without sufficient food supply, he couldn't even meet the training needs of the steam turbine.

   "But I can't maintain this kind of extra meal..."

   Unable to imagine, Zhong Chao looked at Jiang Liang: "Do you know where there is a way to make money?"

"make money?"

   This question didn't bother him, after a little thought, he gave the answer.

   "There is only one way for our registered disciples to make money... to complete more tasks."

"The coach said earlier that in the first month, we have to practice against three people every day. This is a fixed target. In addition to the fixed target, we can also take on more work without leaving. Every time we practice against others, we will I can get three silver coins. Well, in the end it was the rewards from those rich men, and the owner gave us seven or three coins."

   "Let's take 70%."

  This remark made Jiang Liang roll his eyes: "Seventy percent is the share of the gold medal disciples, and we can only get 30% of the bronze medal."

   "..."

  Seeing that Zhong Chao was speechless, Jiang Liang couldn't help saying a good word for the owner.

   "The owner of the museum is benevolent enough. In other places, not to mention the 30 percent, you have to hand it all in. If you dare to hide it privately, you will be beaten severely."

"…I see."

  After learning about the way to make money, Zhong Chao was very entangled. First of all, rewards. Without a thick skin, rewards are not so easy to earn.

   As for completing more tasks, Zhong Chao is also hesitant.

  He asked for money to improve himself in order to deal with the crisis in sparring.

   Participating more in duel training will inevitably increase the probability of physical injury or even disability, which is obviously at odds with Zhong Chao's original intention.

   "Isn't there a way to make money fast and secure?"

  Jiang Liang: "... I also want such a method."

   Well, even if there is such a way, it will not fall on Zhong Chao.

   Unable to find a way out, the distraught Zhong Chao simply stopped thinking about it.

   "Go to practice...Jiang Liang, Zong Sheng, come here and help me pat my body."

   "!??"

   These words made both of them startled:

  Jiang Liang: "So fast?"

Zongsheng: "Dachao, I know you are anxious about the sparring in a few days, but you can't be so anxious. As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to hurt your muscles and bones. Although your injury yesterday was not that serious, it is the first time you are injured. Without medicine, it will take three to five days to raise it."

  One exercise lasts for three to five days. Even after you get used to it, you have to practice every other day. This is the normal state of poor people practicing qigong, and it is also the reason for the emergence of poor culture and rich martial arts.

  Zhong Chao also knows this, and understands that the more anxious you are, the less you can make mistakes, but knowing this, he still insists on letting his companion slap him.

  The reason for this is not that he doesn't care about his body, but...

   "My body is back."

  At noon, Zhong Chao felt that the pain all over his body had weakened, and in the afternoon, his body was no longer in pain.

  However, when he pressed his fingers on his body, he could still feel the tingling pain. Therefore, he did not train in the afternoon.

  At ten o'clock at night, Zhong Chao was pleasantly surprised to find that even if he pressed hard with his fingers, there was no tingling sensation.

   It was also because of this that he asked Jiang Liang and Zong Sheng to slap him.

   "Don't worry, my own body is clear, and I won't be brave."

   Seeing Zhong Chao's determined expression, Zong Sheng could only nod to help.

   "Since you insist, come on... When you can't hold on, let out a cry, don't be ashamed, your body is more important."

   "Of course."

  …

  (end of this chapter)