After a good night's dream, the next morning, when the sky was just turning pale and the roosters crowed, Mr. Wang was already practicing boxing with his son and nephew in the yard.
In the room, Xiao Ping'an was dazedly listening to the sound of "Ha... Hi... Xia Pan..." coming from outside. He was startled and immediately jumped up and crawled to the window.
Zhang Guoqing was startled awake by him. He listened carefully for a while, glanced at the sky outside the window, and waved at him, "Son, go back to sleep. You can do horse stance at five o'clock."
"Dad, I went to bed early last night."
Hearing the child's hidden meaning, Zhang Guoqing sat up and asked, "Then Dad will take you out?"
"No, I'll just watch. You and mommy continue to sleep."
Seeing him staring outside intently, Zhang Guoqing smiled and shook his head, then continued to lie down. "They are practicing their own martial arts. Don't watch. It's against the rules."
"I'm not trying to steal his skills. I'm observing the differences between Grandpa Wang's boxing and those of the other grandpas in the compound."
Zhang Guoqing didn't say anything to refute her, but a man should always act with integrity. Thinking of this, he got up from the kang again.
"Come on, Dad will take you out."
"Don't you want to sleep for a while?"
"I have no choice. I have a hard-working son, so I can't be too inferior as his father."
Ping An hugged his father's neck, covering his mouth with his hands and laughing. He even turned his head to look at Zhou Jiao who was sleeping on the kang, and winked at his father - wasn't his mother a loser?
"Little brat!" Zhang Guoqing patted his butt.
After washing up, Ping'an started to take a horse stance in the yard. He had been watching the three boxers in the yard, especially the fight between Uncle Wang and Lin Quan. Gradually, he withdrew his gaze and began to practice breathing quietly.
This breathing method, according to his mother, is a kind of mental method, which complements his own boxing method. Of course, he overheard this mental method in the compound.
Well, this shouldn't be considered stealing. It's because I have good hearing that I can hear the great grandfather teaching his silly grandson from such a distance.
Old Master Wang had lived a lifetime, and while he wasn't a genius, he was certainly a brilliant one. Ever since returning from the mountains, he'd noticed this little kid had inherited Zhang Guoqing's incredible strength, and now, watching him do his horse stance, he really wanted to take him in as his disciple. But unfortunately...
Ping An took a horse stance and saw that Old Man Wang and his group, who had practiced boxing, hadn't left yet. With an idea in mind, he began to practice boxing. "Hmph, I'll show you what boxing is all about!" Of course, it would be even better if you could point out any mistakes.
His master had said he should be able to hear bad words. Those were his own shortcomings. If they made sense, he should correct them. If they didn't, he should be irritated. He also needed to learn to combine the essence of various schools and master all the techniques.
"Little kid, how long have you been practicing?"
Ping An put away his fist and looked at Lin Quan with a smile: "It's been a year."
"good."
Old Master Wang waved at him, and when he jumped in front of him, he touched the child's head and said, "Just learn martial arts to strengthen your body. Your path is not here."
Ping An certainly understood what the old man said, but his mother said that he was only five years old. He nodded in confusion and said obediently, "I will remember what my great-grandfather said."
Looking at him blinking his eyes, Mr. Wang recalled Zhang Guoqing's childhood and burst out laughing: "Little guy, you really take after your father."
Ping An laughed along with him. If he didn't look like his father, would he look like an outsider? What a joke! Well, since the old man was praising me, I forgave him.
"Your boxing skills are good, but they're too murderous. It doesn't matter now since you're still young, but when you're sparring with others in the future, be careful of unexpected situations. Have you learned the meridian diagram?"
An ordinary child probably wouldn't even know what a meridian map was. When Old Man Wang learned Zhou Jiao was a medical practitioner, and even quite good at it, it was impossible for her son to start learning martial arts. That clever girl wouldn't have given her only son some advice. If he was right, this set of boxing techniques must have been taught by the child's grandfather himself.
Each and every one of those stances was designed to be lethal. Ordinary people couldn't grasp the essence of the various schools; only through life-or-death struggles could one truly grasp it. Who wouldn't pass down such a martial art to their own bloodline?
Ping An tilted his head. "A meridian map? Is that the acupuncture point? There are too many to remember. My mom said I'm still young, so there's no rush."
Old Master Wang nodded slightly, "Your mother has a point. But those who learn martial arts must also know some medical skills, so they can save lives in critical moments."
After he finished speaking, he saw the child looking at him with respectful eyes. He felt very proud and blurted out, "I have a body-building recipe. I'll give it to your father. Soak it once a month, and he will never have any minor illnesses in the future."
Ping An happily threw himself into his arms, "Grandpa, you are so kind."
When Mr. Wang, who was feeling a little regretful, saw this, he burst into laughter. It was worth it!
"Grandpa, are you still taking a bath? If you need any medicine, please ask my dad for help. I will also help you find it when I get home."
Mr. Wang patted him and said, "Good boy!"
"Good Grandpa!"
Zhang Guoqing watched the entire process unfold. He understood better than anyone else that the crux of his son's question was, "Are you still soaking in it now?" You have to know that Zhou Jiao's recipe is only suitable for children until they are 18 years old; it's useless after that. The child was currently missing his grandfather.
really……
"Grandpa, is Grandpa Wang also brewing now? Will the herbs be expensive? If they are, it will be very hard for you. I have so many Uncle Wangs, can you always be busy?"
"You only need to soak once a month. It's not much more expensive than going to the hospital if you're sick. By the way, I'm giving you this recipe, but don't share it with anyone else. It's for your own use only. Do you understand?"
Ping An nodded repeatedly, staring at the old man with white hair and a youthful face in front of him with starry eyes. It turned out that what his father said was true. This old man is really a master!
Ping An rolled his eyes. The other party gave him a big gift, so he couldn't be stingy.
So what can I do to make myself contribute?
He thought hard for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He got it!
"Grandpa, the red pine nuts here are warm in nature and sweet in taste. They nourish yin, extinguish wind, moisten the lungs, and lubricate the intestines. They can cure rheumatism, dizziness, dry cough, vomiting blood, and constipation."
Old Master Wang watched with interest as the baby in his arms spoke fluently as if reciting a book. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh?"
"There's also Hericium erinaceus, which also has unique medicinal value. It's mild in nature, sweet in taste, aids digestion, and benefits the heart. It can treat indigestion, gastric ulcers, antral gastritis, stomach pain, and bloating."
Zhang Guoqing touched his nose guiltily. "Son, no matter how much you say, I don't think the old man can buy much. Your father has bought everything within a few hundred miles."
"Grandpa, please buy some more and take them back. My mother told me all this. She said that medicine is three-quarters toxic, and medical treatment is not as good as food supplements."
Mr. Wang nodded with a smile, "Your mother is right."
"Right? My mom is amazing. My grandpa said that he hasn't been to the hospital since she came home. Those health care doctors are not as good as her."
Old Master Wang asked with a smile, "Then why doesn't your mother study medicine? She's suited to this path."
"I asked my grandfather about this, and he said that studying medicine involves working with knives all day long, and my mother might accidentally cut herself. Also, being around blood all day long would make my mother so nauseous she couldn't eat. She's too thin, and her body can't handle it."
Old Master Wang laughed heartily with joy.
Seeing this, Ping An slapped his forehead in annoyance. How could he say such private words so easily?
He immediately continued, "However, my grandfather also said that in order to serve the people, my mother can find time to study Chinese medicine. The medical skills passed down by our ancestors are no worse than those bad guys in the United States."
"That makes perfect sense. Traditional Chinese Medicine has a 5,000-year history, with Hua Tuo being the earliest..."
Ping An breathed a sigh of relief as Mr. Wang launched into his long speech. "If you're too proud of your appearance, you'll make mistakes if you talk too much!" He hadn't been careful. It looked like he needed to learn more.
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