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"Biguo, don't live in Westinghouse!"

As soon as Liang Jin entered the door, he said to Jing Biguo straight to the point.

Jing Biguo was kneeling on the kang and took a handkerchief to wipe the dust on the window panes. Liang Jin's loud voice made him tremble, and the handful of ashes wrapped in the handkerchief that he had saved up with great difficulty fell to Jing Biguo's room. on the quilt.

Liang Jin was still chattering on that side:

"Let me tell you! My grandma died in this room before, it's very sinister here!"

Speaking of this, Liang Jin stopped to look at Jing Biguo's face, and seeing the other party frowning, he thought that Jing Biguo was frightened by himself, so he immediately continued:

"So, you can live in the east room with me, I will keep the yang energy there! The west room is where girls live, and all men live in the east room!"

Jing Biguo doesn't know if there are ghosts and gods in this world, but Jing Biguo knows that what he hates most is that he is compared with a woman. If he hates it even more, he lives in the same room with Liang Jin, a disciple.

Perhaps it was because of his peers that Jing Biguo was particularly sensitive to Liang Jin's offense, so Liang Jin left him with a particularly bad impression. Jing Biguo knew in his heart that the Liang family and his wife were dedicated to him because of their bodies. Although he was grateful for arranging a room, his annoyance towards Liang Jin did not diminish at all.

Liang Jiangshi, who was feeding the chickens in the yard, saw Liang Jin kicked out from the west room, she showed an expression of "I knew it would be like this", and sighed:

"Biguo doesn't seem to like energy very much."

Liang Changhu was sitting on the side of the earthen wall. He was repairing the shelf for oil, salt and sauce that Liang Jin smashed in the kitchen. Hearing this, he said angrily:

"This kid deserves it."

Liang Jin and Jing Biguo each lived in a room, and they still ate in the main room. In the severe winter, there were no fresh fruits and vegetables to eat. Looking at Jing Biguo's pale face, Liang Jiangshi gritted his teeth and cut off a piece of wood to hang on the beam. Cooked a pot of sauerkraut soup with bacon, and posted a few pancakes as the staple food.

The bacon soup added sauerkraut, it was really sour and fresh, but the pancakes were really unflattering, not to mention weird shapes and sizes, and some pancakes had obvious paste spots on them.

The Liang family's father and son have long been accustomed to grabbing the pancakes and drinking the soup, as if they were reincarnated from starvation. Jing Biguo saw that they were eating deliciously, so he also took a piece. He tore off a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed. After a few strokes, Jing Biguo frowned, how could there be such an unpalatable pancake.

Jing Biguo grew up with rich clothes, jade, food and grains, so he naturally didn't know that ordinary people couldn't afford to eat rice and green grains. This place is located in the frontier, traffic is blocked, commerce and trade are blocked, and ordinary people can't eat wheat mills several times a year. The rations are mainly corn and beans. The cake Jing Biguo eats is made of bean flour mixed with dried vegetables. It tastes dry and has no fragrance, not to mention it also has a beany smell. When eating, you can clearly feel the fiber of wild vegetables scraping the esophagus, it is hard to swallow anyway.

In the past, Jing Biguo would not even look at this kind of food, let alone taste it, but it is not what it used to be, even if he didn't like it in the past, it was the past, and now if he doesn't eat it, he will only be hungry.

Liang Jiangshi has been paying attention to Biguo, and when he saw him, he took a piece of cake and gnawed it in small bites, then picked up the largest piece of bacon in the pot and put it into Jing Biguo's bowl:

"Biguo, this is marinated venison leg. It's very fragrant. Try it!"

Jing Biguo looked at the shiny bacon, blinked his eyes, shook his head and said:

"Auntie, I'm a vegetarian."

Speaking of putting the meat into Liang Jiang's bowl, he said:

"I don't think my aunt eats much meat. You cook so hard, you should eat more!"

This is very thoughtful, Liang Jiangshi's heart is warm, a piece of bacon is just that much, she thinks about her husband and two children many times, she didn't eat a bite of meat, she didn't expect Jing Biguo to be so young Concerned about herself, Liang Jiangshi showed a trace of sadness on her face again. She had already seen this child. Children... are hard to feed.

Liang Jin was very curious:

"Biguo, why don't you eat meat, my mother's pickled bacon is usually only available during festivals, try it, it's delicious!"

As Liang Jin spoke, he ignored the fact that he had already bitten half of a piece of bacon in his bowl, picked it up with greasy chopsticks, and brought it to Jing Biguo's mouth, while grinning expectantly with his mouth stained with crumbs:

"Try it! The bacon is delicious!"

Liang Jin was sitting next to Jing Biguo, and it was too late for Biguo to dodge. When he realized that Liang Jin's bacon was about to poke his face, Liang Jin didn't eat meat, and suddenly he was so close to smell the smell of meat, but he didn't think it was delicious , but felt nauseated.

Liang Changhu put on a serious face and reprimanded his son:

"Stop messing around."

Speaking of which, Liang Changhu turned to Liang Jiangshi again, apologizing:

"Biguo's family believes in Buddhism. I didn't think carefully and forgot to tell you. You go and boil two eggs for Biguo to eat."

Liang Jiangshi nodded and agreed, Liaodong is remote, and even the flourishing Buddhism in the Central Plains is rarely introduced, and she just heard that Buddhism is compassionate and does not eat things with long eyes, but how can this person who eats vegetarian food and recites Buddhism survive the severe cold in Liaodong.

Liang Jin followed his father to practice horse stance in the courtyard after dinner, and it was snowing heavily in the sky, and Jing Biguo was restrained by Liang Jiangshi in the house because he was not in good health.

Horse stance is a daily compulsory course for Liang Changhu, and Liang Jin followed his father every day since he was seven years old, after dinner.

The so-called horse stance is to separate the feet slightly wider than the shoulders and adopt a half-squatting posture. It is named because the posture is like riding a horse and is as stable as a pile.

The so-called three-year standing posture for beginners, horse stance is the foundation of foreign martial arts. People who stand well in horse stance not only have a stable foot and strong legs, but also horse stance requires you to raise your head, hold the moon, shrink your yin and lift your tun. Mi Qing has high requirements for spirit and spirit, so martial arts practitioners rarely have people who bow their heads and shrink their necks.

In addition to standing firmly, because Liang Changhu is good at boxing, he not only needs to be stable in the lower body, but the stronger the hand strength, the harder the fist will be.

The sky was already dark, and an oil lamp was lit in the house. Jing Biguo sat in the main room and flipped through a book by Liang Jin. Jiangjia Village is a big village, and there is a school in the village that hires people to teach children to read and write. However, the climate in Liaodong is freezing in winter. It is very cold, and the inkstones are often frozen when writing, so I have an extra two months of winter vacation.

The villagers of the Jiang family have a simple and simple style. Most of the villagers send their children to the village school, just like Liang Jiang, just asking the children to know some words and understand some principles. Some sour poems, Jing Biguo put down the book boredly, walked around the room and still felt bored, so he lifted the curtain and opened the door to look outside.

It was still snowing outside the house, and as soon as Jing Biguo opened the door, a gust of cold wind blew in with snowflakes. Jing Biguo saw two "snowmen", one big and one small, standing in the snow-covered yard at the moment. Liang Changhu and Liang Jin step by step.

Liang Changhu held two buckets in front of the moon with both hands. Compared with the water in the buckets at this moment, the water in the buckets had already frozen into ice, and Liang Jin tied two stacks of bricks tied with hemp rope around his wrists. , the two of them were covered with snow but stood still, Jing Biguo shuddered, Liang Jin's ass must not be healed yet, right?This kid is too skinny.

Liang Jin saw that the door of the main room was opened a crack and a ray of light came out, knowing that it was Jing Biguo who was secretly looking at him, he grinned happily and said:

"Father, he's looking at me!"

Liang Changhu was so angry that his dantian didn't look sideways, and said:

"Tomorrow you will add another brick."

After squatting for an hour, Liang Jin patted his shoulders with the snow on his hat and entered the room with a cold air. The child was very angry, and he practiced martial arts, so after being in the snow for so long, not only did he not dare to feel the cold, but his expression turned pale. The rosy forehead was sweating, and it looked very hot.Liang Jin saw that Jing Biguo was reading a book and didn't notice that he came in, so he leaned up to Biguo with a proud face and said loudly:

"How about it!"

Jing Biguo may have been a vegetarian since he was a child, so he was afraid of the cold, and he shivered from the cold air on Liang Jin's body.

In fact, when Jing Biguo saw Liang Jin practicing kung fu in the snow, he felt that although Liang Jin and others who started kung fu from outsiders were a bit stupid, this persistence was quite advisable, but seeing Liang Jin's embarrassed face, Jing Biguo Guo would never say that he was a little envious of Liang Jin's endurance.

Liang Jin looked at Jing Biguo and only glanced at himself, then lowered his head to read the book, and asked:

"Biguo, you say I'm not that good!"

This time the tone contained a hint of pleading, like a puppy who just wagged its tail and begged for a reward from its master.

Jing Biguo gave a noncommittal "hmm", and asked instead of answering Liang Jin's words:

"Your father is still outside, why did you come in first?"

Liang Jin had a bitter face:

"I'm not as good as my dad."

Jing Biguo had never seen Liang Jin show such a frustrated expression before, so he couldn't help asking him:

"Why?"

Liang Jin looked around and made sure Liang Jiangshi was not in the house, so he quietly said to Jing Biguo:

"Biguo, let me tell you, my father has practiced internal skills! Don't tell anyone!"

In fact, Jing Biguo hid in Liang's house in order to avoid being chased and killed. He usually didn't even leave the house, so naturally he didn't have contact with outsiders. Liang Jin said this just to increase the sense of mystery.

Afterwards, Jing Biguo did not show the joy and curiosity of hearing the secret, but frowned and asked:

"Who told you that?"

"My dad said it! Once when he was drunk, he held the flagon and told me that when he used to have internal strength, he could keep drinking a thousand cups, isn't it amazing!"

Jing Biguo asked:

"anything else?"

Liang Jin shook his head and said:

"Then my father fell asleep. When he woke up, he didn't say anything. He also said that if mother found out, he would beat me up. Do you think what he said is true!"

Liang Jin looked excited. The martial arts of the foreign family were simple and easy to learn, and the cheat books of the foreign family's boxing and kicking were sold on the street for ten cents. Bones, even if they are recruited, only two or three out of ten can really learn the skills.

But Liang Jin is still the same as many boys of the same age in the village, the blood flowing in his heart bursts into flames all the time, and he always feels that he, like the protagonists in the storybook, can have an adventure and learn peerless martial arts, and he will act chivalrously and freely from then on.

Liang Jin finished talking about his dream to Jing Biguo with a look of longing, his eyes darkened at the end, and he sighed:

"I guess what my father said must be a lie. If he knew the inner strength, he would have taught me."

Of course your father knows internal strength, but his internal strength is still lost by my father!

Jing Biguo said heartily.

The author has something to say:

small theater

Liang Jin: Biguo, why don't you eat meat?The meat is delicious!

Biguo: [rolling eyes]

Author: Seriously, less exposure to meat oil can make the skin better, but if you write too much, your face will get bigger. It’s all about persistence ==