Han Zeyu was trying to save half of the herbs since his level had already been raised.
But seeing that the two of them were quite engrossed in their studies, it seemed a bit unkind of him to stop taking the medicine without permission.
Well, it's just money! He decided to be extravagant and become a krypton gold player for once.
In ancient times, the poor were considered to be scholars and the rich were considered to be warriors. If children from poor families wanted to have a better future, they could basically only achieve it through imperial examinations.
Most children who are good at both civil and military arts come from wealthy or noble families, otherwise they cannot support themselves, let alone a master who teaches them martial arts.
Han Zeyu can't stick with her husband all the time, he has to learn some ways to protect himself.
The Tiezhu people have innate advantages: great strength, quick reactions, good coordination, and a natural body for martial arts.
Of course, this quick reaction refers to the physical aspect, not the mental aspect.
Su Shien actually memorized all the key points of the movements, and his set of fancy moves was very entertaining to watch.
Looking at Tiezhu, he had already learned the moves quite well, swinging his fists vigorously and kicking his legs swiftly and powerfully.
After comparing her teaching results, Han Zeyu decisively abandoned her husband who was asking for praise, rushed past like a gust of wind, and finally stood in front of her favorite student.
"Tiezhu, do you feel that you have become smarter?"
Tiezhu scratched his head and asked doubtfully, "Is there? I don't feel anything!"
Han Zeyu blinked and looked at me sincerely.
Now Tiezhu was shaken, perhaps he became a little smarter?
Han Zeyu highly praised it: "This set of boxing techniques combines the strengths of many schools and gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; it terrifies people in the martial arts world and makes all masters afraid to approach it; top masters have recorded their life's learning in this book, which is a treasure that martial artists dream of."
Tiezhu was stunned on the spot, staring at his teacher with a confused look in his eyes.
Han Zeyu patted Tiezhu's thick shoulders and nodded slightly heavily, indicating that his teacher understood his confusion, because he also made it up on the spot.
"I will now teach you this skill. I hope you can comprehend its subtleties. Remember not to tell anyone else about this boxing routine or its mysterious origin."
Su Shien applauded. When his son Yu Ge'er was fooling others, he always had a lot of ideas and an outrageously rich vocabulary.
Tiezhu didn't understand anything, but when he saw his young master clapping his hands, he followed suit and clapped along.
Su Shien felt sorry for him and kindly summarized two main points for him.
"First, go back and practice secretly to prevent outsiders from stealing my skills."
"Second, we must strictly adhere to the principle of confidentiality to prevent outsiders from leaking information."
Tiezhu felt a great sense of responsibility, as it turned out that all the martial arts skills were secrets that could not be passed on.
Han Zeyu, the master of misleading people who had just consolidated his supernatural powers, ran around the field excitedly.
His unique way of celebrating was to turn over the land thoroughly, plowing it very deeply, up to half a meter underground.
Deeply plowed land has improved soil structure, increased soil fertility, reduced pests and diseases, and crops can grow healthily, thereby increasing food production.
Han Zeyu opened his arms and began to daydream: "My husband, when you retire and return to your hometown, we can come back to enjoy the pastoral life, read the books you like, and do what you want to do."
Su Shien couldn't help but imagine it. The scene was too beautiful. Fortunately, he still had his sanity.
"Brother Yu, wait until I pass the imperial examination. But I'm curious, what do you want to do after I retire and return home?"
Han Zeyu said as a matter of course: "Is there any need to ask? Of course I will continue my literary creation."
Su Shien was speechless. What I'm saying is, is it necessary to write that pornographic book? Sometimes, not forgetting your original intention is not necessarily a good thing.
Han Zeyu didn't care about that. He was experiencing the loneliness of being invincible. He had turned over so much land but still hadn't exhausted his supernatural powers. It was true that no one else had such a profound foundation.
After surveying the terrain, the humanoid excavator started again, raising dust and leaving no grass wherever it passed.
Su Shien looked at the mess on the ground, not understanding what these potholes and ditches were used for.
Han Zeyu said concisely: "Dig wells and drain ditches."
Su Shien suddenly realized that her husband was far-sighted and she admired him very much.
Han Zeyu was as proud as a peacock, and his expression was full of satisfaction.
Ask Tiezhu to go to the porcelain shop to buy a pottery ring, as he will need it to dig a well tomorrow.
Including the small farm they got from the division of the family, the land given by the mysterious person, and the land they bought, the total area is more than 400 acres.
There are only two wells in such a large area, which is obviously not enough. Han Zeyu plans to drill two new wells, and the existing two wells need to be deepened by about four meters.
Su Shien had a good memory. As soon as he got home, he went straight into the study and drew a topographic map in a short time.
Han Zeyu took a pencil and wrote and drew on it, dividing it into several areas.
Some people grow grains, some grow vegetables, some grow herbs, and a large area for breeding is reserved near the water source.
He was in high spirits and couldn't stop himself. Seeing Han Zeyu was about to start drawing a bunker, Su Shien quickly spoke up to stop him.
"There are no monsters here, so there's no need to design mechanisms, traps, or watchtowers."
Han Zeyu slapped his forehead and said, yes, yes, this is not the end of the world, there are no zombies. This is his pastoral dream, not a survivor base.
Thinking of this, Han Zeyu dropped his pencil and ran out to wash up. He was too excited today and needed to calm down.
After all his energy was released, Han Zeyu slept like a pig at night, and only woke up the next day to come out of that crazy state.
Over the next two days, they dug a well, fenced off the land, and built a two-and-a-half-meter-high earthen wall in the dead of night.
Although it is not built according to the apocalyptic base, if a few searchlights can be installed on this design and a circle of wires can be stretched on the wall, perhaps it can replicate a gray building.
Han Zeyu kept his word and hired the refugees to farm for him. He also appointed Comrade Xiao Qi as the temporary manager to be responsible for managing everyone and effectively conveying Han Zeyu's instructions.
Ye Qi didn't know what to say. Looking at Han Xiaoge's smiling eyes, he always had the illusion that he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
However, when working on the farm, he probably wouldn't see the owner of the house on a regular basis. The most important point was that he had more freedom here, which was conducive to his plan to find people.
No matter what, let's just do it! He really is short of money, and it's really hard to move forward without it.
The construction team of Yunshan Village received Yuger's invitation again. They packed their luggage skillfully and went to an unfamiliar place again to build houses there with their own hands.
The small pig farm near Qingshan County was also moved here. Several people who were originally beggars moved to their new home with happy smiles on their faces and the piglets they raised with their own hands.
As expected, there is meat to eat by following Master Han. Thanks to the advice from the young master of the Sun family.
Sun Manfu, who is vegetarian and chanting Buddhist scriptures to lose weight, said: "Don't bother me, I'm doing well now."
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