80s Taoism

Running on the bamboo plaque exercises the coordination and balance of the body. The bamboo plaque is not fixed. Although it contains more than 100 catties of millet, it will still shake when running. It needs to be balanced with speed and body shaking. On the first day of practice, the body will inevitably be difficult to coordinate. The old Taoist master didn't tell Zhang Jiaohua any skills, his positivity is to practice more.

That night, Zhang Jiaohua was running on the bamboo plaque repeatedly in his dream. The sand tied to the feet is getting heavier and heavier, and the millet in the bamboo plaque is getting less and less. Because there were only a hundred catties of millet in total, the bamboo plaque was empty after half a month, and Zhang Jiaohua had already listed more than 30 catties on his feet. For ordinary people, let alone on the bamboo plaque, it is not easy to run even on flat ground. Zhang Jiaohua must also speed up and lean his body into the bamboo plaque as much as possible to prevent the bamboo plaque from being trampled over. But later, it was not the first time that Zhang Jiaohua's body balance ability was as difficult as training on bamboo plaques.

Zhang Jiaohua actually passed more than half a month in his dream. I suddenly opened my eyes when I heard the crow of the cock.

Zhang Jiaohua got up and immediately went to practice a stick of incense kung fu on the wooden stake outside. By this time, the post work seems to be of little use, but Zhang Jiaohua still persists every day. After practicing this, Zhang Jiaohua found a bamboo plaque from her home and put it directly in the hall, and then scattered a load of millet from the barn and filled the plaque. Then he packed sand with two snakeskin bags and tied it to his legs, and started running on the bamboo plaque.

The first time I ran, I fell off the bamboo plaque within a few steps. Although he has practiced for more than half a month in his dream, in reality, his consciousness and his body have not been able to coordinate. When he fell, Zhang Jiaohua subconsciously hid to the side, as if there was an old Taoist master holding a bamboo stick standing beside him.

When you go up, you need to start a few steps. With a certain speed, you can balance on it. After all, the frame width of the bamboo plaque only needs to be that small. If you stand dead on it, you will immediately fall off. But after running a few steps, he stepped on his feet, and when he leaned, he immediately plunged into the bamboo plaque. The body got into the valley, and the whole body was covered with corn. There are various thorns on the rice, which stick to the body, making it uncomfortable at all.

Zhang Jiaohua got up and shook the rice on his body. The rice on his body kept falling and scattered all over the ground. But Zhang Jiaohua didn't worry that the rice would be wasted in vain. I have to feed the chickens and ducks every day, and the ones that fall to the ground can be swept over to feed the chickens and ducks later. Zhang Jiaohua did not notice that there was still a lot of rice sticking to his hair. He was already standing in front of the bamboo plaque and was about to start to get on the bamboo plaque again.

A longitudinal step rushed up, and then quickly ran on the bamboo plaque, staring at the frame of the bamboo plaque, and ran under his feet. This time, Zhang Jiaohua seemed to find a little sense, and his body seemed to begin to coordinate with his consciousness. The daily exercises are still very useful and can exercise the coordination of consciousness and body. One lap, another lap, Zhang Biaohua has adapted to this rhythm, but his physical strength is consumed very quickly. After running a dozen laps on it, his breath began to mess up, and his clothes began to gush out of his body. Beads of sweat get wet.

The breath became chaotic, and Zhang Jiaohua's feet quickly became chaotic. A stagger fell from the bamboo plaque. Sit directly on the bamboo plaque frame, breathing non-stop.

Fortunately, a few Jinhu were supporting him just now, otherwise, Zhang Jiaohua would have fallen to the ground. The Golden Tigers had long seen that Zhang Jiaohua couldn't hold on, and at the moment Zhang Jiaohua fell, they quickly held Zhang Jiaohua in hold.

The sun came out, and through the gaps in the tiles, beams of light appeared in the hall, and a flat circular aperture could be seen on the wall.

Zhang Jiaohua went to take a shower, put on clean clothes, had breakfast, and went to school with his schoolbag on his back.

"Call the flower, call the flower." The mute chased up from behind.

Zhang did not stop and wait, nor did he slow down, letting the dumb catch up quickly behind him.

"You're walking too fast. I'm almost out of breath." The dumb ran over, complaining a little.

"I am walking slowly." Zhang Jiaohua said disdainfully.

"I envy you, no one cares about you alone at home. If you want to watch TV, you can watch TV. No one cares how long you watch. I watched TV for a while and was scolded half to death by my parents." The mute was very distressed.

"Then you have to separate from your parents. You will support yourself in the future. You will cook your own food and wash your clothes, and you must also grow the land, feed the chickens and feed the ducks..." Zhang Jiaohua enumerated some of the things she had done these days. Immediately left the dumb speechless.

The mute scratched his head, "Or I will divide the house. Have you been there with you?"

"Not good." Zhang Biaohua immediately refused decisively.

"That's fine. If I split up with my parents, I'm sure I will starve to death within a few days." The dumb thought about the consequences.

When Zhang Jiaohua arrived at school, he took out the book in his schoolbag and started reading. The appeal of this book to him is too great.

The days just passed day by day, and a month passed in a blink of an eye. In February, the weather picked up, the peach blossoms were in full bloom in the village, and Meiziao turned into a pink world.

The plan for the year is spring, the seeds of early rice are about to be planted, and the seedlings of all kinds of crops must be raised. Zhang Biaohua is a very strong child. Zhang Youping originally planned to give all the land to his father Zhang Manyin and his eldest brother Zhang Youlian for planting. However, Zhang Jiahua managed to leave an acre of paddy field next to the house. The vegetable plot also left a long stretch of land at the east end of the house.

Zhang Manyin deliberately came to Zhang Jiaohua's house in the evening, "Call flowers, this acre of paddy field, or do this, Tian, ​​grandpa will plant it for you, and harvest millet will be considered yours. Are you optimistic?"

Zhang Jiaohua shook his head, UU read www.uukanshu.com "I can grow it myself."

"I didn't say that you can't plant it, aren't you still young now? Grandpa helps you plant it, and when you grow up, you will help grandpa plant it in the future. We are considered au pair." Zhang Manyin knew that this grandson was stubborn and could only change The way to get him to agree.

"No, you will get old in the future, I will help you. But I don't need your help now. Tomorrow is Sunday, you take me to the seed company to buy grain seeds. Looking back, you can tell me how to raise seedlings." Zhang Jiaohua insisted on himself Do.

"The paddy field hasn't been plowed yet, shall I help you plow the land?" Zhang Manyin smiled bitterly.

"No. I can do it myself." Zhang Jiaohua still shook his head.

At this moment, Zhang Manyin couldn't help getting angry, "Neither does this, nor does that work. It seems like grandpa owes you. Forget it, just do whatever you want, I don't care about you."

Zhang Manyin left angrily. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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