At the next five o'clock the next day, Li Yanqing came to the grove again. Hu Sheng was already waiting for him. Seeing Li Yanqing running, he smiled and said, "I didn't prepare yesterday, so I just ran. I need to add some ingredients today."

Li Yanqing was overjoyed, "Uncle wants to teach me how to practice swords?"

"no!"

Hu Sheng said angrily: "I'm still running today, but I'll hold a hundred stone locks before running!"

Li Yanqing looked back and saw two stone locks, one big and one small, placed under the tree. One was estimated to weigh a hundred kilograms, and the other was about twenty kilograms.

Hu Sheng stepped forward and easily lifted the 100-pound stone lock, held it high above his head, and shouted to Li Yanqing who was in a daze: "Let's start! After lifting a hundred times, we will run."

Li Yanqing had no choice but to step forward and lift the stone lock.

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The wind was cold and the two ran south along the Yongji Canal for more than 30 miles, but Li Yanqing was so tired that he couldn't even speak, and his legs were as heavy as lead, which was completely different from yesterday's running.

Hu Sheng glanced at him and pointed to a big rock not far away, "Give you a break today, take a break, and continue running immediately!"

Li Yanqing collapsed on the big stone all of a sudden. The big bluestone was even more comfortable than the goose cushion. He had never been so tired in his life, and he felt that his whole body was no longer his own.

Hu Sheng did not stop and started punching in the open space. This punch was powerful, but Li Yanqing was dazzled and he was so tight that he wanted to vomit.

After Hu Sheng finished a fight, Li Yanqing also breathed a little smoother and quickly applauded, "Good boxing skills, uncle is amazing!"

Hu Sheng sneered, "The marksmanship you saw yesterday and the boxing techniques you saw today are just scheming, and it is useless when you go to the battlefield."

"What martial arts are useful?"

"Run! If you can't beat it, you can run away. This is more practical than anything else."

Li Yanqing smiled bitterly and speechlessly. Uncle Hu really taught himself the art of escaping!

Hu Sheng waved his hand and said, "Stay running, you can't stop now."

Li Yanqing was full of doubts and wanted to ask, but Hu Sheng ran away and heard him shouting from afar: "What do you want to ask? Ask while running."

Li Yanqing had no choice but to speed up and follow.

"Uncle, why did you run so easily yesterday but you are so tired today!"

Hu Sheng laughed, "How can you not be tired when running? It's just that you accumulate yesterday's fatigue until today. I asked you to lift the stone lock today to release part of your fatigue first, otherwise you will not be able to run for ten miles today."

"Raising a stone lock is also a rest?"

"Of course! Isn't you a rest when practicing calligraphy?"

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"Uncle asked me to run to exercise my endurance!"

"I am a scholar, but I am smart. When the two armies fight, the person who is killed in the end is either too weak, lacks physical strength, or escapes too slowly. Running not only exercises physical strength and speed, but also exercises its body strength."

"What about the power? How should I practice power?"

"What do you do when you practice strength? Even if you practice for the rest of your life, you will never catch up with me."

"But... if I don't practice strength, how can I fight against the Khitan barbarians?"

Hu Sheng suddenly stopped, he stared at Li Yanqing and said, "You compete with Liu Chenghong. Even if you use all your strength, you can't compare with one arm, but you almost opened your intestines and broke your stomach that day. Have you forgotten?"

Li Yanqing felt something, "Uncle said I was fast!"

Hu Sheng ran away again and smiled at Li Yanqing and said, "You have two amazing talents, one is fast and the other is accurate. If you practice these two talents deeply, your martial arts will come out. What should you do if you learn so many tricks? Killing someone can kill you with just one knife."

Li Yanqing suddenly realized, "Uncle, I understand."

"Just understand, don't talk anymore. Use the breathing method I teach you, and you will soon be no longer tired!"

Hu Sheng accelerated his running speed, Li Yanqing stopped talking, adjusted his breathing, followed Hu Sheng's pace, and was not out of date at all at a young age. Hu Sheng secretly praised the child, who had a strong understanding and might be a real character in the future.

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In this way, Li Yanqing followed Hu Sheng to run in the early morning every day. The breathing method Hu Sheng taught him can greatly improve the efficiency of running. His physical strength is getting better day by day. Li Yanqing quickly realized the benefits of running. He was full of energy, full of energy every day, and had better memory, making him less troublesome to study.

From the eleventh day, Hu Sheng began to tie lead bags to his legs and arms, making it more difficult to run. In Hu Sheng's words, this was to allow him to run away with his family wealth in the future.

As time passes day by day, the atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger. The first New Year after Li Yanqing comes to the Song Dynasty is approaching.

Li Daqi has come back early, and he also knows that his son follows Hu Sheng every morning, but he does not object, just don’t abandon literature and martial arts. Running can strengthen the body and is good for reading. Li Daqi has a deep understanding of this.

However, the New Year comes, the busier Li Daqi becomes. Many tribe members are rushing back from other places, which is just conducive to his compilation of the genealogy. These days, he and Li Daguang go out early and come back late.

The school started on the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, and the students could finally sleep in at home, but Li Yanqing did not have this preferential treatment. Once he ran with Uncle Hu, he could not stop.

Early that morning, the two of them came back from running. When they broke up, Hu Sheng smiled at Li Yanqing and said, "I want to make rice cakes today, so you can help too!"

"OK!"

Li Yanqing was very excited. When he was a child, he also pounded rice cakes at home. When he went to the county to attend a boys' meeting, he also saw people in the county pounding rice cakes. It was no different from when he was a child. He wanted to go and see it, but he didn't have the chance to go out. Uncle Hu also wanted to pound rice cakes, which made him full of expectations.

I went home and ate a few thick buns, and then washed my body with cold water by the well. As soon as I finished packing it, I heard Xiao Qing'er calling him in the yard.

"Here you come!"

Li Yanqing put on a short jacket and went to the yard.

"Second brother, I'm going to make rice cakes!" Xiao Qing'er was so excited that she jumped and jumped like a little rabbit.

In the past, Li Daqi was poor and was the one who gave them some after Uncle Hu made rice cakes. This year, their family's conditions improved, so they could cooperate with the rice cakes. The two families bought seven dou of glutinous rice and three dou of sticky rice. Aunt Hu steamed them, and the rest was made by his son Hu Sheng.

There are two types of containers for pounding rice cakes. Two people use stone grooves to hit each other, and one person uses stone mortars to hit the hit tool. However, whether it is doubles or singles, someone must turn the rice balls down at any time, so that they can be evenly and delicately beaten and taste better.

Hu Sheng wore a sleeveless short jacket, revealing his black and shiny tendon flesh, which was extremely strong. Li Yanqing also dressed up like him, but his arms were much thinner and white, but he still looked quite strong.

"I'm hitting it on top, you're flipping it down. You must be quick-eyed and fast-handed. You can't be hit by my hammer. Do you understand?"

"Uncle, is this also practicing martial arts?" Li Yanqing asked excitedly.

Hu Sheng smiled, "This is not practicing martial arts. This is me taking advantage of your fast speed to flip rice noodles for me. Others can't cooperate with me, I think you can."

The two washed their hands, Hu Sheng moved his arms, "Let's start!"

Li Yanqing understood it. He didn't need him at first, but after pounding it for dozens of times, the cooked rice gradually became a ball. Hu Sheng shouted, "Start flip!"

Hu Sheng beat him a little, and at the moment when the wooden hammer was lifted, Li Yanqing turned the rice ball in the stone mortar with the fastest speed. Seeing that he was a little nervous, Hu Sheng smiled and said, "Take it slowly first, and after we can cooperate well, we will speed up."

The key to whether the rice cake is good or not depends on the person who beats it, but on the person who makes rice cakes below. Generally speaking, the faster and more comprehensive the rice cakes are, the more evenly they are, and the final rice cakes are more delicate and delicious.

In this way, one person beats up and one person flips down, and the speed is getting faster and faster, which is dazzling.

The two of them fought for half an hour in one go, and Hu Sheng shouted, "Stop!"

The two stopped at the same time, and Li Yanqing felt sweating all over, and even her clothes were wet. Hu Sheng was the same. He raised his thumb and praised: "It's so satisfying, Brother Qing, you are the first one to make me beat so happily."

Li Yanqing also smiled and said, "I could see it at first, but later I was completely instinctive and was not hit by a hammer. It was a real luck."

"This is not a lucky chance!"

Hu Sheng smiled and said to Li Yanqing: "You first looked with your eyes, but then you looked with your heart. This is the talent you have since childhood. Come on! Let's change a bucket of rice to continue."

The two of them made three large buckets of cooked rice in one breath. Aunt Hu and Qing'er's mother next to them started to make rice cakes with molds, and the round and delicate rice cakes were made.

Xiao Qing'er was playing happily next to her, pinching two little rabbits and a little deer.

After pounding the rice cake, Li Yanqing stood up and took a breath. His whole body was soaked with sweat. He lifted up his clothes and wiped his sweat. At this moment, several people were talking from the door. A middle-aged woman leaned her head and asked, "Is Brother Qing here?"

It turned out to be Aunt Gu San from the village. Li Yanqing smiled and said, "Aunt San, I'm here!"

Suddenly, five or six people rushed in from outside, all from the same village. They were smiling and surrounded Li Yanqing and said, "Brother Qing, please write a few Spring Festival couplets for us!"

Of course, Li Yanqing would not refuse the request from the neighbors, so he asked Hu Sheng: "Does uncle have anything else to ask me for help?"

Hu Sheng shook his head and smiled, "I originally wanted to take you to kill pigs, forget it, I will take Huzi and Zhuzi there. You go and write Spring Festival couplets for everyone, don't forget to write one for me."

"Uncle, don't worry, I can't forget it!"
Chapter completed!