"Sister Ling, you're facing an enemy. Shouldn't the first thing on your mind be how to subdue him?"
Jia Dongsheng looked at Bai Ling's blushing face and revealed a helpless expression: "Why did you first think of whether the action was elegant or not?"
"When facing an enemy, no matter how elegant your movements are, if you can't subdue your opponent, they are useless. Being able to subdue your opponent, no matter how unsightly, is a necessary measure."
Bai Ling felt a little ashamed after hearing what Jia Dongsheng said. She didn't know why, but after learning the first female self-defense technique taught by Jia Dongsheng, she immediately felt that it was unsightly rather than practical.
"Dongzi, it's my problem. There's something wrong with my thinking."
Bai Ling took a deep breath and said, "Let's continue. What should we do next?"
Seeing her like this, Jia Dongsheng nodded and continued teaching.
Hip kick, throat kick, temple kick, eyes kick, nose kick, chin kick, temple kick...
Where are the weaknesses of the human body? Is there anyone who knows them better than a Chinese medicine practitioner?
What's more, Jia Dongsheng is the descendant of the imperial physician.
Jia Dongsheng picked out one weak point after another, and then told Bai Ling how to deal with various emergencies and which moves to use to fight back.
If you hit the opponent's weak point, how should you proceed? Or if you don't hit the opponent's weak point, how should you proceed?
Jia Dongsheng understood that Bai Ling would be in great danger if she encountered a situation where someone was close to her, so he explained all the possibilities to Bai Ling and then taught her strategies to deal with them.
One taught and the other learned, and time passed by unknowingly.
When Jia Dongsheng was about to leave, he said to Bai Ling, "Sister Ling, when you have time, you can practice on your own. I will come over tomorrow and continue teaching you."
"Okay, got it."
Bai Ling looked at Jia Dongsheng gratefully: "Dongzi, thank you so much. I think with what you just taught me, if I encounter an enemy, I will be able to defeat him."
"Haha, my sister Ling, you have to remember that whenever you really encounter an enemy, the first thing you think of is to shoot."
Jia Dongsheng gestured with a pistol: "As the saying goes, no matter how skilled your martial arts skills are, they are still afraid of a kitchen knife. A kitchen knife is no more powerful than a gun. In modern society, if a problem can be solved with a gun, it's better not to use force."
After saying this, he waved his hand and left the courtyard.
"You're still talking in a set way, huh."
Bai Ling looked at Jia Dongsheng's departing back, wrinkled her nose, snorted, and then practiced silently by herself for a while.
Jia Dongsheng went to the square and took over the baton. He said goodbye to Wang Jianjun and a group of other energetic young men and returned to the courtyard.
Entering the yard, smoke was rising from almost every household. A new day began with breakfast.
But when he returned home, something big happened.
What's the big deal?
"Cough cough cough, Brother Dongsheng, I don't know what's going on. I've been coughing since I woke up this morning."
Qin Jingru kept coughing, and while coughing she looked at Jia Dongsheng nervously: "Brother Dongsheng, I think I have a cold."
How could this be called a "seeming"? Listening to her mumbling voice, Jia Dongsheng knew that she had a cold.
Not only Qin Jingru, but also Qin Huairu, Jia Zhangshi, Xiaodang, and even Huaihua who was still in his arms were coughing.
The entire Jia family, except Jia Dongsheng and Bang Geng, fell.
"What's going on with you guys?"
Jia Dongsheng was speechless: "The fireplace at home is burning every day, and the temperature in the house doesn't fluctuate between hot and cold. How could I catch a cold?"
He just didn't come home for one night, and it wasn't the first time, so how come he caught a cold?
"Dongsheng, it's my problem."
Jia Zhang, who was speaking, had a look of embarrassment on her face.
"Mom, what did you do?" Jia Dongsheng asked.
"Yeah, nothing."
Jia Zhang was a little embarrassed and hesitated for a while before saying, "I felt that the weather was a little warmer yesterday, and the fireplace at home was burning a little hot, so I didn't add coal to the fireplace last night."
"So, the room became cold in the second half of the night and you were frozen?" Jia Dongsheng was really speechless!
"That should be the case." Jia Zhang was not sure, but she did feel cold in the second half of the night.
There is no way. After we got a fireplace at home, I habitually stop covering myself with a quilt when I sleep at night.
Because before going to bed every night, a layer of coal would be put into the fireplace, which was enough to burn until the next morning. This would keep the fireplace burning all night and the house would be very warm.
However, if there is no layer of coal, the temperature in the room will start to drop in two or three hours, and at that time, you will be sleeping soundly and kicking off the quilt.
Combined with cold, heat and stimulation, a cold is inevitable.
“Cough cough cough…”
“Cough cough cough…”
“Cough cough cough…”
Well, they were coughing one after another, and Xiaodang's little mouth started to have snot.
"Uncle, I feel so bad."
When Xiaodang saw Jia Dongsheng looking at him, he immediately opened his arms for a hug.
Jia Dongsheng picked up Xiaodang and tentatively touched her forehead. Oh, she had a fever.
"Mom, can we please stop doing things that hurt ourselves in the future?"
Jia Dongsheng looked at his mother helplessly: "We have enough firewood at home. If it's not enough, my father-in-law said he would send it to us at any time."
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