Chapter 9: Monthly stick, yearly knife, lifetime gun

In the afternoon, Jiang He and Yang Yunxue returned with five catties of beef and some cotton cloth.

The next morning, Yang Zhengshan went to the county town alone.

The eldest and second sons needed a bullock cart to pull firewood, so Yang Zhengshan had to walk to the county town.

There were only two clinics in the county town, and Yang Zhengshan came to the best one. Probably because of the change of seasons, there were many people in the clinic, and there was a long queue.

Yang Zhengshan was not here to see a doctor, so he naturally did not queue up and walked directly into the clinic.

"What's the matter, sir?"

A man in his thirties stood behind the counter and looked at Yang Zhengshan and asked.

There was also an old man next to him who was taking someone's pulse.

Yang Zhengshan knew this old man.

Song Yuanbo was the best doctor in Anning County, and the man in his thirties was his son Song Ningfeng. There were three apprentices in the clinic, all of whom were Song Yuanbo's grandsons.

The original body had seen Song Yuanbo for hidden injuries before, but because it cost too much, the original body did not ask Song Yuanbo for treatment.

This is not to say that Song Yuanbo only cares about money, but it takes a lot of precious medicinal materials to treat the hidden injuries of the original body. No matter how kind Song Yuanbo is, he can't lose money to treat people.

"Doctor Song, I have an old mountain ginseng here!"

As he said, Yang Zhengshan took out the wooden box and put it on the counter.

Song Ningfeng opened the box and his eyes lit up, "Is this a 35-year-old mountain ginseng? Not bad, not bad, it's a good medicine!"

"Brother, do you want to sell it?"

"Yes!" Yang Zhengshan nodded.

Song Ningfeng smiled and said, "Brother, wait a minute!"

Then, he held the wooden box and showed it to Song Yuanbo.

Song Yuanbo looked up at Yang Zhengshan, with a surprised look on his face.

"Is your injury healed?"

Yang Zhengshan was also surprised. He didn't expect Song Yuanbo to still remember him.

"Here it is!"

"Come here, I'll take your pulse!" Song Yuanbo waved his hand.

Yang Zhengshan didn't shy away. He walked over and sat down, stretching out his wrist.

Song Yuanbo stroked his beard and felt the pulse, looking at Yang Zhengshan with surprise from time to time.

"How did you cure it?"

He had a deep impression of Yang Zhengshan. After all, there were not many warriors in Anning County, and Yang Zhengshan's original hidden injury was very special, so it was hard for him to forget it.

After seeing Yang Zhengshan at the beginning, he still felt regretful for a long time.

Now seeing Yang Zhengshan again, even though several years have passed, he is still impressed.

"A wandering Taoist priest cured it!" Yang Zhengshan said casually.

Song Yuanbo did not ask more, but just smiled and said: "The pulse is strong and powerful, and the breath is steady and long. Not only has your injury healed, but your cultivation has also improved."

He is so old, and he has seen and heard a lot of strange people and things.

It sounds unreliable to meet a wandering Taoist priest who cured his hidden injury, but it is not impossible.

Yang Zhengshan smiled. He had been in this world for nearly a month. He drank spiritual spring water every day. Although the spiritual spring water could not directly improve his martial arts cultivation, it could gently nourish his body.

Coupled with his daily exercise, his cultivation should be about to break through to the level of Yijin in the body-building realm, and he had long surpassed his original body.

"Thank you for your concern!" Yang Zhengshan said.

Song Yuanbo waved his hand, took the wooden box containing the old mountain ginseng, and said, "This old mountain ginseng is good. I will give you 180 taels of silver. Are you willing?"

"Of course I am willing!" Yang Zhengshan couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth.

He thought it would be good to sell 120 or 30 taels, but he didn't expect to sell 180 taels.

Song Yuanbo nodded slightly and said, "I'm busy here, so I won't say more to you."

Yang Zhengshan bowed his hands to thank him, and then followed Song Ningfeng to get the silver.

One hundred and eighty taels, Song Ningfeng gave three silver notes of 50 taels and three silver ingots of 10 taels.

The banknotes were from Datong Bank, which is located in Anning County and can be exchanged at any time.

After receiving the silver, Yang Zhengshan happily left the clinic.

A horse cannot grow fat without night grass, and a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth.

Today, he finally experienced the feeling of making a fortune.

When leaving the county, Yang Zhengshan saw a notice at the city gate.

The notice was about the banditry, and there were also wanted notices for several bandit leaders next to it.

Anning County was not peaceful at all. There were many bandit dens in the territory, especially on Changqing Mountain, where many vicious criminals occupied the mountain as kings.

However, Yangjia Village had never encountered bandit disasters. After all, Yangjia Village had martial arts heritage and warriors in charge. Those bandits were bullies who only bullied the weak and feared the strong, and they always picked up the weak.

Yang Zhengshan glanced at the notice and left, not taking it to heart.

On the way home, Yang Zhengshan was making plans for the future of the Yang family.

Now he has more than 200 taels of silver in his hand. The problem of food and clothing at home has been solved, but it still cannot satisfy the life he wants.

He has never thought of abandoning the Yang family and living alone in seclusion.

Humans are social animals. This world has no Internet, no mobile phones, no computers, and no various exciting entertainments. This has made Yang Zhengshan feel extremely bored and dull. If he is asked to leave society and live in seclusion in the mountains, Yang Zhengshan thinks he will go crazy.

Although he still feels a little uncomfortable with the children and grandchildren, he has accepted everything in the Yang family.

He does not regard himself as a father or a grandfather, he regards himself as the boss of the company.

The Yang family is his company, and his son and daughter-in-law are his employees. He wants to lead the development of this company, let the employees in the company live a better life, and become more useful talents.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhengshan felt that he had a great responsibility.

So next he had to buy industries for the "company", increase profits, and ensure the sustainable development of the "company".

After thinking all the way, when Yang Zhengshan returned home, it was already noon, and the eldest and second sons happened to be pulling a cart of firewood home.

Looking at the firewood piled up in the yard, Yang Zhengshan nodded with satisfaction.

Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi are both down-to-earth and hard-working people. The two brothers never slack off when working, which is why Yang Zhengshan can accept them so quickly.

If the two brothers were cunning, Yang Zhengshan would definitely have the idea of ​​abandoning this family.

"The firewood is almost enough, and you should pick up martial arts from tomorrow!" Yang Zhengshan said to the two who were unloading the car.

"Dad, won't we drive the car in the future?" Yang Mingcheng asked with some doubts.

In the past, during the slack season, he would drive a bullock cart back and forth between Yangjia Village and the county town for people to ride. He could earn dozens of coins per trip every day.

This was a considerable income for the Yang family.

"No need, practice martial arts sooner or later, and don't slack off!" Yang Zhengshan said in an unquestionable tone.

Now he has more than two hundred taels of silver, so naturally he doesn't care about those dozens of coins.

Instead of wasting time to earn dozens of coins, it is better to let the two brothers pick up martial arts and become warriors as soon as possible.

Yang Mingcheng is only twenty years old now, and Yang Mingzhi is only seventeen years old. It is not too late for them to practice martial arts now.

Moreover, Yang Zhengshan has Lingquan water, so it is not difficult to help them become warriors.

The biggest function of Lingquan water is not to treat injuries, but to nourish the body and improve the body's potential.

The effect is not achieved overnight, but a gradual improvement.

Drinking a bowl of Lingquan water may not show anything, but if you drink it for a long time, the effect of Lingquan water can be infinitely magnified.

The reason why Yang Zhengshan was willing to give the spiritual spring water to Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi was because he found that the amount of water from the spiritual spring had increased during this period.

He didn't notice it at first, but two days ago he found that the daily amount of water from the spiritual spring exceeded one bowl, and the same bowl could not hold it.

He will have more spiritual spring water in the future, and it is no problem to take some out and share it with his son and grandson.

The next morning.

As soon as the sky was light, a series of rapid air-breaking sounds were heard in the Yang family yard.

Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi also joined the team practicing spearmanship.

Together with Yang Yunxue, the three of them practiced spearmanship in the yard in unison, looking quite imposing.

Yang Zhengshan walked out of the hall, glanced at them, and did not go forward to disturb them, but went to the back mountain with his iron spear.

Yang Mingcheng and others need to practice spearmanship, and Yang Zhengshan also needs it.

In martial arts practice, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Monthly sticks, annual knives, lifetime spears

If Yang Zhengshan wants to become a stronger warrior, he must practice hard and unremittingly.

However, he is a warrior, and the destructive power of practicing spear skills is a bit large, so it is not suitable for practicing at home.

And he also needs to practice the throwing skills of short spears, which requires an open field.

So the back mountain of Yangjia Village is his best martial arts training ground.

After practicing spear skills for half an hour and short spear throwing for another half an hour, when Yang Zhengshan returned home, it was already bright.

Many villagers went up the mountain to chop firewood or dig wild vegetables, and they would greet Yang Zhengshan enthusiastically when they met him.

In the face of other people's greetings, Yang Zhengshan would nod kindly.

During this period, he has been modifying his personality, from the original dead face to a gentle elder.

The change is great, but no one will doubt that he has changed a person. Everyone thinks that this is because his body has improved and his mentality has changed.

When I got home, Wang and Li had already prepared meals.

Four dishes, one soup and white rice.

There were meat and vegetables, dry and liquid, and pickles made by Wang.

Although Wang's cooking skills were average, Yang Zhengshan was still very satisfied with the food.

After breakfast, Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi were busy repairing the house. The Yang family's house had been there for more than ten years. Although it was repaired every year, there were still many damaged places, especially the roof, which needed reinforcement the most.

While Wang and Li took care of the children and made cotton clothes, even Yang Yunxue helped make cotton clothes.

Yang Zhengshan suddenly found that he was the most idle person in the family.