After rebirth, I still experienced a mess

224 Qi training starts with killing a chicken

Seeing Deng Benjun coming with packages and wanting to stay permanently, Xiao Wei did not object.

It is indeed much more convenient and safer to have a young man around.

Chenxia wanted Shi Mingsong to follow her, but Xiaowei refused. Various hybridization experiments were going on, and the technical backbone could not leave their post without permission.

A century-long plan cannot be taken lightly.

Having learned from the lesson of the assassination attempt, he sealed the south-facing gate of the courtyard, opened a small door in the southeast corner of the wall, and built a screen wall inside the door to prevent prying eyes.

Two barbed wire fences were also erected on the wall, and an early warning bell was hung, making the security situation comparable to that of a prison.

Usually Xiaowei stays in the yard with the gate closed all day long. Chenxia takes the initiative to act as a shield and is responsible for communicating and receiving visitors.

Xiaowei's injuries have basically healed. When he has nothing to do, he exercises with Chenxia and the two little girls and goes to the shooting range to practice shooting.

He also issued a death order, asking the two little girls to read the master's anthology and recite it fluently. He repeatedly emphasized that this was not only the most powerful weapon, but also the basis for saving lives, and other so-called knowledge had to stand aside.

In comparison, Shi You was more obedient and carried out his orders seriously. Under Xiao Wei's tyranny, Yin Ling also forced herself to study hard.

It is a complete cramming-style reading and memorization. Xiao Wei's requirement is that you just read aloud and memorize it. You don't need to understand it, let alone master it. You just need to be able to mark out the sentences in the anthology when communicating.

Then train the two people's tone and intonation, articulate words clearly, speak neither too fast nor too slow, the voice is neither too high nor too low, and the demeanor is neither humble nor arrogant.

Putting aside the content of your speech, your momentum must capture the audience's attention.

He behaves like a senior official.

Well. If you want to stand up straight, you should start with your behavioral habits.

What worries Xiaowei is that a person's character is innate, and Yinling has not been able to restrain her wantonness. Although she obeys Xiaowei's instructions and is not a major class cadre, but only holds the position of cultural and arts committee member, she has almost become the leader of the entire primary school, with a large number of fans, but also many enemies.

Where there are enemies, there is potential danger.

Xiao Wei was relieved to hear that they wanted to stay in the city to study in junior high school after graduating from elementary school. She knew very well what was going on in the countryside where people were all very smart. In a closed environment where they were deliberately blinded, they had been trapped in the quagmire of stupidity and barbarity for several lifetimes, struggling like cattle and horses just to survive, and they thought they had become the masters.

The reason for strengthening the training of the two little girls is to prepare for the upcoming big move. According to Xiao Wei's idea, it would be best to form a strong team to fight against the young generals who have been fooled to the point of losing their humanity.

Let’s start by training the two little girls to kill chickens and dogs.

Hmm. Snake meat, cat meat, and mouse meat are also delicious.

Seeing two fourteen-year-old girls catching chickens all over the yard, Chenxia didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you sure you want them to kill the chickens?"

Xiao Wei nodded nonchalantly: "Next time it's your turn to kill."

Yinling's long braid got caught by the bean vines near the wall, and she screamed in pain. Xiaowei simply took a pair of scissors and cut her hair short like Shiyou's. Yinling was so upset that she burst into tears, but Xiaowei turned a blind eye and said, "I told you not to keep your hair long. You'll suffer a great loss in a fight."

Finally, three little roosters weighing just over two kilograms were caught. Xiao Wei began to teach and demonstrate the skills: first tie up the feet and wings, step on the chicken's feet, grab the chicken's head with the left hand and lift it up, put a small bowl under the chicken's neck to collect the chicken's blood, pluck a small bunch of chicken feathers under the neck, and cut the throat to let the blood.

From scalding the skin and plucking the hair to cleaning the internal organs of the head and neck, a detailed step-by-step demonstration is given.

"Open the head and neck like this and remove this lymph."

"Cut the butt like this. This is where the virus is concentrated. You have to pick it out with the tip of the knife."

"Just cut the chicken intestines, knead them with cornmeal and wash them twice."

"Crack open the chicken gizzard, peel off the yellow skin, and place it on the windowsill to dry. Crush it to treat indigestion and bedwetting in children."

"It shouldn't take more than half an hour to slaughter and clean a chicken."

This operation was as smooth as flowing water, so skillful that Chenxia was amazed: "When did you learn this? I've never seen you do this before."

Xiao Wei said unhappily, "A city girl like you, how can you understand the world of fireworks. However, things are different now, you have to learn as soon as possible, because if you have a child, no one will take care of you."

Chenxia was so angry that she secretly chanted the national quintessence.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the courtyard door, accompanied by the sound of a wooden fish and Buddhist chanting. It was clearly a monk begging for alms.

This is not surprising. Recently, there are beggars coming here every day, and monks begging for alms have appeared several times.

Chenxia did not open the door, but explained through the door: "There are only women and children at home, it is not convenient to open the door, please go somewhere else."

When we ate in the canteen before, there was no beggar. After the contract labor system was implemented, there was a lot more freedom and the flow of people increased.

Xiao Wei knew very well that almost all of these beggars were fake monks, and Chenxia just sent them away by throwing a cent or two through the crack in the door.

This time, the monk outside said in a full voice, "I am Kongming, a poor monk, and I have come to visit Miss Ji."

Before he could answer, Deng Benjun ran over from behind the house and shouted angrily, "There are young girls inside, don't harass them."

Then, Biyu's father and Erzhuang, the helper, came over and scolded her.

After careful confirmation, Deng Benjun asked for his opinion through the door: "It's the monk from the temple on the mountain. Do you want to meet him?"

Xiao Wei then spoke and told Chen Xia to open the door.

Not only the monks came in, but also an old man and a young man. Both had long hair. The old man was a few years older than the monks, about sixty years old, and the young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old. His clothes were long and worn, and each of them carried a dirty blue package. Both of them were too skinny, with pale skin and faces, as if they had not eaten for a long time and had traveled a long distance.

Both of them have bright eyes, different from ordinary people.

Xiao Wei told the two maids to continue while inviting the three people into the main room. Chenxia brought a thermos and made tea for the three people.

The monk clasped his hands and bowed his head: "I beg you, Master Ji, to take my brother and nephew in."

Xiao Wei looked at the three of them for a few seconds and asked in a surprised tone, "How come you, a monk, became a fellow apprentice with a Taoist priest?"

In fact, Xiao Wei knew that for hundreds of years, Taoism and Buddhism had already infiltrated and integrated with each other, and it was difficult to tell which religion many temples in the countryside belonged to. He deliberately had this question, but wanted to find a reason to refuse.

In this long period of time and environment, sheltering people of unknown origin is almost tantamount to seeking death.

The monk simply explained, "I was originally a disciple of the same master as my senior brother. Later, I encountered an accident while traveling and was saved by the late Zen master. Therefore, I accompanied the Zen master for several years."

Xiao Wei nodded, not wanting to ask further questions: "From your accent, you sound like you are from the southernmost part of the country. Is there any change on the border?"

The old Taoist bowed and said, "Everything is fine."

Xiao Wei showed an obvious sneer: "A lot of balloons should have been shot down over there, right?"

Hearing this, the three people's expressions changed instantly.