After time travel, my best friend and I exchanged supplies and became a rich woman

According to what was said yesterday, Zhang Cheng started training on the school grounds early in the morning with members of the escort team and patrol team.

Chen Dongyue, who had finished talking to Mrs. You and the others, also took Da Dunzi with him, one to dance with the knife and the other to chop the axe. They played... no, they practiced so much that it was a joy.

The other end of the school grounds.

"Boss!" Kong Jie stared blankly at Chen Dongyue's sword dance, he was so shocked, "Sister-in-law, this is too strong, isn't it?! That sword is so powerful, it is longer than the horse-cutting sword in our Beilin Army. !”

You know, not everyone can wield the horse-killing sword in the Beilin Army.

Generally, people who use this kind of knife must be fat and strong.

Kong Jie didn't expect that Chen Dongyue could actually wield such a long knife.

Of course, Song Ke didn't expect it either.

He had seen Chen Dongyue take action, but only a few times, and he had no idea what her skills were.

But seeing her wielding a sword today, Song Ke felt that Chen Dongyue's strength and swordsmanship were indeed superior.

When did this person learn this?

Song Ke was very curious.

So after Chen Dongyue's training, Song Ke took the initiative to talk to Chen Dongyue, "Where did you learn this sword?"

"Taught by Zhang Cheng." Chen Dongyue put away the knife and answered truthfully.

The team just happened to be disbanded, but Zhang Cheng, who wanted to leave, said politely: "You already have a good foundation in kung fu. I only demonstrated it two or three times, and you have already mastered it yourself. You can't be regarded as being taught by me."

After saying that, he nodded to Song Ke, and then hurriedly followed the large army.

While the couple was talking, he was idle and stopped making wax lamps.

"Do you have Kung Fu skills?" Song Ke was even more confused, "How come... I've never heard you mention it before?"

"Didn't you ask me before?" Chen Dongyue answered matter-of-factly.

Also.

Song Ke nodded silently.

But he was stunned again.

In just two days, he found that his thoughts seemed to be easily led astray by Chen Dongyue.

Is this something you haven’t asked before?

"I want to ask, when did you learn Kung Fu?" Song Ke finally found his rhythm.

Chen Dongyue hesitated, "Before... before I left the cabinet, I learned some tricks from my father."

"...But your father went to the military camp when you were three years old. He only went back three or four times later." Song Ke used to be a pawn under his father-in-law, so he listened to his father-in-law talking to him. However, I owe Chen Dongyue and her daughter.

ah?Is that so? !

"What about boy's kung fu?" Chen Dongyue smiled brightly at Song Ke and decided to lie, "Whether my father teaches him or not is secondary. I am also really talented in martial arts."

Song Ke's originally expressionless face was a little cracked.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he was about to say something, but was interrupted by Da Dunzi who had put down his tomahawk and was about to go to the front to have breakfast.

"Sister, Boss Song! Let's go have breakfast." Dadunzi greeted Song Ke enthusiastically, "Song Boss, my dear mother-in-law made breakfast today, so you have to go and drink a few more bowls of porridge!"

"Okay." Song Ke nodded, "Then... let's go together?"

Song Ke glanced at Chen Dongyue.

"You guys go ahead. I have to feed the chickens and see if the chickens laid eggs yesterday. I have to go back to the room to put the knife in a while." After Chen Dongyue finished speaking, she dragged the knife and prepared to put it back in the cart.

The bullock cart with its head lifted off has now become a temporary chicken shed.

"You go feed the chickens, and I'll help you get the knife." Song Ke replied.

"This knife is a bit heavy." Dadunzi kindly reminded him.

"It's okay." Song Ke answered briefly.

Okay, you said it's okay.

Chen Dongyue didn't care that there was only two or three meters between them, and directly threw the long knife in her hand to Song Ke, "Go on!"

The knife flew towards Song Ke's face.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, turned around, and grabbed the handle of the knife with his right hand.

"Hmm." However, Song Ke snorted the moment he grabbed the handle of the knife.

Good weight.

Dadunzi asked proudly from the side: "How are you, Mr. Song? My sister's knife is not easy to handle, right?"

Song Ke had veins popping out on the back of his hands, gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay."

"Then take my knife to the front. I'll feed the chickens and be right back." After Chen Dongyue said that, she ran away with her big feet.

"Let's go, Chief Song," Da Dunzi smiled with a harmless look on his face, "Even I have trouble carrying this knife, but Chief Song is the stronger one."

"Let's go." Song Ke squeezed out one word through his teeth, and then walked forward quickly.

Dadunzi followed him and shouted, "Boss Song, why are you walking so fast? Can't you carry my sister's knife?"

Song Ke, who was walking in front, did not speak, but quickened his pace...

Chen Dongyue ran to the open-top oxcart, got some eggs, and sprinkled some additive-free feed for a few chickens.

He also fed a few apples to Song Dezhu and Chen Gangdan, who were wandering around freely on the school grounds. Then he said that he would take you out to play in a while, and then took Song Zhigang to the thatched shed in front where they were eating.

At this time, several tables in the thatched shed were filled with jars of multigrain porridge, and a bamboo dustpan filled with vegetable pancakes.

Also, there is a bowl of pickles on every table.

Song Haopo took out a hard bun from her bib and gave it to Song Ke, "Boss, you eat this. My mother brought it from home, try it to see if it still tastes the same.

There are also these dried eggplants and radish, which are all made by my mother. You haven’t eaten them in many years, right? "

"Yeah." Song Ke smiled a little at his mother, "When I was at home, what I ate the most was the dried eggplant made by my mother."

"Eat more if you like." Song Haopo pushed her son's hand that was holding the steamed buns, "Our dry food has been distributed, and there are only a few steamed buns left. Eat quickly. Mom will still have it after you finish. "

"Eh." Song Ke nodded, and then took a bite... but couldn't bite off the bun.

Chen Dongyue, who happened to be sitting at the next table, looked over with a smile, and then asked Song Ke, "Do you know why all the dry food in our family has been distributed, and only this steamed bun is left?"

"Don't listen to Dongyue's nonsense," Song Haopo was unhappy. "We have finished eating all the dry food because your wife's hands are too loose. It has nothing to do with my mother's steamed buns being so hard. Boss, don't dislike your mother's steamed buns being hard. This is actually made with The material is solid.

One pound of flour and three pounds of water. My mother’s buns are one pound of flour and half a pound of water. It took a lot of effort to knead the dough. "

"Well." Song Ke didn't want to offend his old mother's kindness, "Mom, you go and eat too. I will finish this steamed bun."

"Mom has already eaten just now," Song Haopo said with a look of anticipation, "You eat, and mom watches you eat. When you finish eating, mom will be happy."

"Pfft." Chen Dongyue on the side almost spit out a mouthful of grain porridge.

In order to avoid breaking the warm scene of motherly kindness and filial piety, she quickly took her rice bowl and changed tables to sit.