Aunt Wang was eager for Song Yun to go with her, and immediately decided to go to Guizi Village three days later.
It just so happened that she had to raise some money in the past three days. Ginseng is not like anything else. It is very precious. Some people would not sell ginseng even if they got it, unless the family really couldn't make ends meet. Otherwise, they would not sell it no matter how much money they were offered. This is especially true for those who have elderly people at home. Ginseng is a life-saving thing.
Therefore, you should prepare as much money as possible to avoid the situation where you really find ginseng but have no money to pay for it.
Aunt Wang only told this to her husband and didn't tell anyone else, especially her eldest daughter-in-law, because she was a big mouth. If she knew about it, not only would the entire village of Qinghe Village, but even her mother's village, Xiaxi Village, know about it overnight.
Song Yun walked under the starlight to the deserted yard and saw her brother practicing throwing stones in the yard. He repeated the boring movements over and over again, as if he was tireless. He always maintained the same posture. The stones he threw hit the wooden stakes ten meters away. It can be seen that he has made rapid progress. He already has the accuracy. He just needs to continue practicing for a while, and his accuracy will get better and better.
You can't hit your prey with just accuracy, you also need strength.
While it was still early, she pulled Song Ziyi into the woodshed and taught him a set of basic breathing techniques, asking him to practice them every morning and evening.
Song Ziyi's eyes sparkled. "Sister, is this the kind of qigong you practice every night before bed?"
A while ago, Song Ziyi saw Song Yun always meditating before going to bed, so he asked her about it. Song Yun evaded him by saying that she was practicing qigong.
"Yes, it's a kind of Qigong. If you practice it well, you'll be able to use Qi when throwing stones."
Song Ziyi was always good at drawing inferences from one instance. "When Sister used stones to kill the bighead carp and rabbit, was that the energy she used?"
"That's right, that's Qi, and it's just the most basic Qi. If you practice it well in the future, the power will be even greater. Not to mention small rabbits and fish, even wild boars can be killed with one blow."
Song Ziyi looked longing and promised, "I will practice hard."
"Well, I believe you, but you have to remember that this is something only my sister and I know about. Don't tell anyone else."
Song Ziyi raised his finger and swore, "I swear——"
Song Yun interrupted him, "You don't need to swear, I believe you."
The brother and sister practiced together for a while, and when they saw that the time was almost up, they carried the clay pot filled with stewed rabbit meat and headed towards the sunny slope.
On Xiangyang Slope, Old Man Zhang went to the old man's house for dinner today. He came a little late. As soon as he got to Xiangyang Slope, he saw two figures, one big and one small, walking into the cowshed from afar. He took a few quick steps and saw the two figures, one big and one small, entering the shed of Song Haoqing and Qingxia, as well as the slender and tall figure just now. It was obviously Song Zhiqing.
He suddenly figured out something. When he first met Song Zhiqing, he felt that Song Zhiqing looked familiar. He didn't think much about it at the time, but now he understood that Song Zhiqing's familiarity came from Qingxia.
Song Hao, Song Yun, Song Ziyi, and their similar looks, they are obviously a family!
Old man Zhang touched the Daqianmen in his pocket and decided to pretend he didn't see it.
At his age, he has his own standard for judging who is a good person and who is a bad person, and he doesn't need anyone to teach him.
In his heart, Song Hao and Qi Qingxia weren't bad people; they were teachers who educated and nurtured people. Old Man Qi and Old Man Mo weren't the villains those people said they were; they were heroes. And Song Yun was a younger generation he truly loved. He had always liked her for her beauty, kindness, generosity, and gentleness, but now he loved her even more for her filial piety. These days, not many children can do this for their parents.
Old man Zhang quietly left his house, smoking the big front door, and keeping his achievements and fame to himself.
In the small shed, Song Yun stood at the door and listened for a while. Only when she was sure that Uncle Zhang had entered her house did she feel relieved.
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