Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

After a short rest after lunch, the team was still working late into the night. There were still dozens of farmers waiting in line, and they would probably have to work overtime until midnight.

Zhao Daxi greeted them: "Master, brothers, I will go and arrange the farmers to avoid disorder."

In fact, although people are poor these days, most people are very peaceful.

As the village chief, Zhao Daxi did not rely solely on force or clan power. He had his own style of doing things. He took two packs of cigarettes and walked over, distributing a few cigarettes to each farmer.

Some farmers also offered cigarettes to him, the village chief, and the two of them took turns smoking. After a round, they had several cigarettes stuck in their ears.

We ate the big pot of pork and cabbage stew and smoked the cigarettes given by the village chief. Come on, everyone, just line up quietly.

Zhao Daxi came back and said, "Master, there's nothing to do just sitting here. Let's go to the practice room and stretch our hands and feet."

"Okay, it's a good opportunity for everyone to practice."

Most of the equipment for Zhao Daxi's practice room was purchased by Liu Xia Lian. Later, he bought a lot of equipment himself. The practice room is quite large, with an area of ​​nearly 200 square meters, and he put a lot of thought into it.

There were more than a dozen sandbags hanging and four wooden dummies standing, and on the shelves nearby were dumbbells, barbells, wooden swords, and ash poles.

Liu Xialian put on boxing gloves, hit the sandbag a few times, and instructed everyone: "Everyone should move their hands and feet, do it according to your ability, and don't hurt yourself."

But everyone present today is an expert. Not everyone wants to practice, for example, Arya is not one of them. She went up and punched the wooden man, but the wooden man spun fast and hit Arya with a bang.

"Sister, this wooden man hit me."

"Have you forgotten what I usually teach you?"

Daya shook her head angrily: "Didn't I tell you that if the enemy advances, we retreat. Can't we just run away after hitting them?"

Erya suddenly punched the wooden man, then quickly retreated. Sure enough, the wooden man's fist, which spun back again, did not hit Erya.

Erya was overjoyed and picked up a wax stick to fight with the wooden man.

Some were kicking, some were hitting sandbags, and after practicing for more than an hour, they became bored.

Zhao Yong pointed at the ring and said, "Let's fight in the ring and practice sparring. It's really boring to hit a sandbag."

Immediately, several men echoed the idea, and Liu Xia Lian also agreed. They just wanted to have fun and stop when it was enough.

In the first round, Zhao Hua fought against Zhao Yong. Both of them wore boxing gloves and agreed to follow the rules of Sanda. It was strictly forbidden to kick or hit vital parts, even if they were angry.

Zhao Hua's boxing skills are swift, his punches are fast, and his punches are accurate and steady.

But Zhao Yong is bigger, and there is one thing that Zhao Yong cannot compare with Zhao Hua, and that is the murderous aura.

Zhao Yong came from the battlefield and had fought in the hail of bullets for more than half a year. His temperament was as steady as an old dog, but he lost to Zhao Hua in the second round.

Zhao Yong was very proud: "You are far behind me, you need to practice more."

Zhao Daxi hooked his hand and said, "Come on, Brother Dayong, I'll walk with you for a few moves."

Zhao Daxi only practiced for a few months, the shortest time, but he came from the street fighting background and had many fights.

He started with a series of punches, including hooks, straight punches, and swings, jumping back and forth with his feet. He was in good spirits, had great momentum, and was able to withstand strong blows. He fought with Dayong for more than ten minutes, but was almost defeated in the end because Dayong suddenly punched him in the chin and knocked him out directly.

Erya clapped her hands until they turned red: "Great, great, great."

Zhao Yong lost his direction amid the cheers and began to drift.

"Who else, who else."

Although several young men in Zhao Daxixi's village wanted to challenge him, they were no match for Zhao Daxixi and had to give up.

Because there were so few people around, everyone else ignored him.

Liu Xialian was at the master level, so it was impossible for her to fight him. Daya and Erya were born with supernatural powers, and their strength could defeat their skills, so they were not suitable to fight him.

Zhao Yong pointed at Li Daniu who was watching the fun and said, "Daniu, come up and walk with me for a few moves."

Daniu scratched his head: "Isn't it a bit bullying for me to fight with you?"

Although Zhao Yong's name is Dayong, he is 1.8 meters tall and a big man. But who can he compare his score with? What rank is Li Daniu? He is 1.95 meters tall and used to weigh 250 kilograms. He has been training hard recently and lost 20 kilograms. That's still 230 kilograms, with a body full of tendons.

Dayong said disdainfully: "What can you learn from swinging an iron stick all day? You still need actual combat. Come on, don't worry, I won't hurt you."

When Li Daniu heard this, he rushed up.

Dayong suddenly felt a mountain of flesh in front of him. He immediately swung his fist to hit him, but was held on the forehead by Daniu.

Dayong swung his fists around but couldn't hit anyone.

As soon as Da Niu let go, Dayong almost fell down.

He immediately took a few steps back and jumped a few steps imitating Bruce Lee's stepping foot, "I, fight, ah."

Unfortunately, Da Niu dodged it, and then Da Niu raised his 48-size big foot and hit Dayong in the chest.

Dayong blocked with both hands and took several steps back before he could steady himself.

Zhao Hua was a little worried: "They are both big guys, don't get hurt."

"If you are injured, just treat it. Since our team was established, except for the fight against the blue tiger in Wanda Mountain, we have never experienced a decent battle. After all, we are a team that goes hunting in the mountains. We can't compare with the people in the team."

But the winner had already been decided at this moment. Dayong was accidentally grabbed by Da Niu's belt and lifted up high.

The man was in the air, with nowhere to get support, and could only shout: "Bull, Bull, I lost, hurry up, put me down."

Although Daniu was a bit fierce, he was still very honest. He lifted the bird high up and put it down gently without hurting Dayong.

Liu Xia Lian came up and demonstrated to Zhao Yong that the Black Dragon's Eighteen Hands was against the Pounce Fist, and it was obvious that the Black Dragon's Eighteen Hands was still the better move.

However, both of these martial arts belong to military combat, which can be fatal, and are not suitable for ordinary people to practice. Therefore, when Liu Xia Lian taught boxing, she repeatedly emphasized that life-and-death combat and daily fighting must be separated. Therefore, for martial artists, it is necessary to keep a clear head and never get impulsive. Once the situation is misjudged, large-scale injuries may occur.

"Take a break and practice more. Zhao Yong, Zhao Hua, Zhao Daxi, the three of you are about the same strength.

Daniu and Daya should learn to control the force. Don't use too much force. We should control the force instead of letting the force control us. "

At ten o'clock, everyone took a rest and the team had finished harvesting corn.

Cui Yongchuan, with a group of drivers, all slept on the floor, each looking after his own car. The tractor drivers were the highest paid group in Liu Xialian's industry, with a monthly salary of 120 to 150 yuan, but at the same time, it was very hard work, with loud noise and strong smell of smoke. Sleeping on the floor was commonplace, and the security was not good these days, so it was common to be in danger while delivering goods.

In the early morning, when everyone was fast asleep, the villagers had already gone to pick corn.

The loudspeaker in the village was very harsh, and Zhao Daxi's voice rang out: "Hey, hey, hey, villagers, please pay attention. Today, we are still short of 12 tractors for glutinous corn. Those who have registered to break corn today should not collect more to avoid losses. The convoy will go back for a day and will come back the day after tomorrow. And some villagers, don't let me scold you, if you encounter something, you should speak properly and don't speak without thinking. I won't talk about that person yesterday, but do you raise worms on your corn cobs? There are two or three worm holes in each corn, but you still insist on letting others collect it? Don't break off the unqualified ones, don't break off the unqualified ones. I've told you so many times, can you wake up? We want long-term cooperation and long-term development."