80s Taoism

As soon as Zhang Manyin left, Zhang Jiaohua directly picked up a **** and walked into the field. But when he got to the edge of the field, Zhang Jiaohua was a little dumbfounded. One acre of field, if he turns the whole field over with the **** in his hand, he doesn't know what year and month it will be. However, Zhang Jiaohua doesn't want to go back on what has been decided. Rolled up the trouser legs and sleeves, took the **** and dropped to the ground.

The soil in the field is relatively soft, and it is not particularly difficult when turning 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 walked over to take the **** in Zhang Jiaohua's hand. Zhang Jiaohua released his hand and allowed Jin Hu to take the **** away. He knew that Jinhu wanted to help him turn the ground. After Jin Hu took the **** from Zhang Jiaohua's hand, he began to turn the soil quickly, only to see the soil turning over in rolls, as if an automated tilling machine was plowing.

The rich and honour did not know where they got a plow. The rich and honour, the small bolt, and the full warehouse were pulling desperately in the front, while the dog baby controlled the plow in the back. It went all the way, plowing the land faster than the buffalo, and squeezing it. The rolled soil was turned over, and the Golden Tiger did not plow again, but followed behind the plow, breaking and flattening the soil they turned over.

If someone sees it, everything that happens in Zhang Jiaohua's field will scare others to death. Because they couldn't see the existence of the Golden Tigers, they only saw a few agricultural tools automatically plowing in the fields.

Zhang Jiaohua originally thought it would take a few days to complete the field, but it took less than an hour to complete it. A plow was played by the wealthy and wealthy, and Jin Hu played the **** into a hot wheel, leveling it all the way, and turning over the whole field. If a field has become like this, I really want to anger the old farmer.

In the morning, Zhang Manyin still bite the bullet and walked to his second son's house, muttering all the way. He wanted to come over at all. This grandson was too awkward, so he promised to plant it well for him. The millet belongs to him, but he still refuses to agree. , You have to grow your own life and death, so what kind of fields can a big kid grow. It happened that my mother-in-law still maintained this guy very well. Yesterday, I got angry and went back, but when I returned home, I told my mother-in-law about it. I rushed over to my wife early in the morning, and ordered that today I must bring a flower to the street to buy seeds.

"Who is the grandson in the end!" Zhang Manyin kicked a pesticide bottle on the road far away and slammed it into a paddy field.

When Zhang Manyin looked down the pesticide bottle, his eyes widened, revealing an incredible expression.

That paddy field is exactly the one belonging to Zhang Jiaohua's family. The paddy field of more than one acre was still covered with green ragweed yesterday, but it has been plowed in Tainan today, and it is leveled like a book. The most experienced old peasants in the village also find it difficult to level a field like a field, and there is not even a single footprint in it.

Zhang Manyin rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dazzled, but after rubbing his eyes ten times, there was no change in what he saw.

No cattle footprints were seen on the field. After all, when the cattle came out of the field, they would always leave a lot of footprints on the field. The traces of the cattle footprints could not disappear in one night. But there seemed to be traces of plowing in the fields.

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

It has been a long time since Zhang Jiaohua has been up, and the pile work has been completed. At this time, he is running with sandbags in the hall.

The millet in the bamboo plaque has been emptied by him, and the empty bamboo plaque, even if a child of thirty or forty catties stands on it, will lose his balance and turn over. However, with the weight of the sandbag, Zhang Jiaohua, who was sixty to seventy kilograms, was able to run steadily on it. However, looking closely at Zhang Jiaohua's movements, his body tilted into the bamboo plaque at a very large angle. Had he not ran extremely fast, he would have plunged into the bamboo plaque long ago. He maintained a perfect balance with his speed and the inclination of his body. With this level of practice, in fact, his kung fu can already be mastered.

Zhang Jiaohua recently felt that as long as he untied the sandbag tied to his leg, he would have a feeling of being able to fly. The tree that used to be difficult to climb, now it only takes a few rubs to climb to the top. The fence of the house and the fence above are more than two meters high. But Zhang Bidding felt that he could cross over. Light as a swallow, walk over the wall. This is the real light work.

Zhang Manyin wanted to shout loudly when he entered the door. He originally thought that the little grandson should have not gotten up yet, but he didn't expect the little grandson to practice Kungfu in the hall. The door is open, and you can see it in the yard.

Zhang Jiaohua ran so fast that he didn't notice Zhang Manyin who had already reached the door. Diamond Mountain Leopard raised his head and glanced at Zhang Manyin. People who are familiar with each other don't need to greet him.

Zhang Jiaohua has been spinning like a spinning top. The time for a stick of incense has passed. He doesn't even feel exhausted. Because it is not easy to tie up, the sandbags on his feet have been added to 20 kilograms each, so he never feels exhausted. Added up. It's not that it can't bear it, but it's not easy to tie up, and it's starting to seriously affect the flexibility of the body~www.wuxiahere.com~ The most important thing is that Zhang Jiaohua has felt that there is no point in continuing to increase weight.

Running to the back, Zhang Jiaohua's body began to slowly overdraft, sweat gushing out of the pores like spring water, and then slowly converging into a stream of sweat on the body.

He staggered, Zhang Jiaohua jumped gently, and stood firmly on the outside of the bamboo plaque.

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

"Yeah." Zhang Manyin rushed forward. At this time, his anger had long been replaced by surprise, "Are you practicing Kung Fu? Didn't you see you learnt from the boxing master?"

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

"Oh." Zhang Manyin said in his heart that it was so, and suddenly thought of the paddy field, "Call the flower, do you know that your paddy field has been plowed by someone else?"

"I know. The plowing was done last night. I have worked hard." In fact, Zhang Jiaohua only plowed a cent of the land.

"You mean, you plowed the field in one night? Did you use the early?" Zhang Manyin looked like a ghost.

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

Although Zhang Manyin couldn't believe it, but it was so, but he couldn't help not believe it. Zhang Manyin still decided not to bother thinking about this issue. He got back to the subject, "Today I will go to town to buy seeds. If you go there too, you will have breakfast earlier. I will call you later. Or, you will come with me to eat. Let’s have breakfast. It’s rare for you to make it by yourself."

"No. I'll get better soon. I have to cook some rice to feed the chickens and ducks." Zhang Jiaohua rejected Zhang Manyin's suggestion. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)