The pretty widow is addicted to money, and the little wolfdog asks for a hug

In summer, it is already dawn at the hour of Mao.

After Gu Qinghuai opened his eyes, the first thing that flashed through his mind was that he had asked He Lizheng to visit his younger brother and sister last night.

I don’t know how He Lizheng is handling the situation.

Did Lai Di’s sister really die young?

Did the beastly couple Chen Xiuhua and Ma Han get punished, or even feel a bit of guilt?

As he thought about it, Gu Qinghuai patted his forehead helplessly and sighed.

She was just a despised young widow who had just left her husband's family and was leading her family out of poverty. She had no right to meddle in other people's affairs.

What’s wrong with sympathizing with Lai Di?

Her parents and grandparents are still alive. At worst, there is He Lizheng and the government and court of Daxia. When will it be her turn to make a comment?

All she could do was to secretly send some food to the poor little girl so that she could survive and grow up.

As for when she grows up, whether she will be sold to her husband's family in exchange for a dowry, or kept at home to be worked like a slave, it is not something she can control.

Gu Qinghuai took a few deep breaths and regained some of his indifference.

She was the only one left on the simple large bed; A Niang, Ya and Miao Miao had already gotten up.

Today is the first day of learning martial arts with Xiao Shitou.

The yard was already noisy.

The six members of the Meng family arrived early, and they were all excited and eager to try.

Meng Wubing carved an ugly wooden sword for himself, and regarded Meng Wuzhai, Meng Wuhuan and Gu Qingsong as villains in the martial arts world, chasing them around the yard with the wooden sword in hand.

Several villains in the martial arts world actively cooperated with his performance, each covering their "wounds" and screaming in pain.

Guo Yueying couldn't help but sigh when she saw her 1.80-meter-tall son playing with a four-year-old child.

When will she be able to marry her eldest daughter-in-law?

Look at Little Stone again. His body is straight, like a jade tree standing in the wind. His every move is calm and reserved, just like a quiet mountain covered with snow.

If he were a few more years older, he would be such a dazzling young man.

I'm afraid it would be hard for the silly girl not to notice him.

No, she had to strictly supervise her silly son, make him alert every day, work hard and make progress. Even if he couldn't stand shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Shitou, he couldn't be too far behind him!

Even if you are not as good as others by nature, you can catch up by later development!

Meng Wubing didn't know that he was despised by his own mother again. At this time, he stabbed Meng Wuhuan with a wooden sword: "You are such a flower-stealing thief! Give me your life!"

Meng Wuhuan was chased to nowhere to escape, so he turned around and begged for mercy: "Brother, I don't want to pick flowers, spare my life! Spare my life!"

Meng Wuzai and Gu Qingsong stepped forward to rescue the little flower-stealing thief. Using wooden sticks instead of swords, they pointed at the hero Meng and cursed him, "You are such a hypocritical and upright person who only seeks fame! You even spared no young boy! Watch out for the sword!"

Crack, crackle!

In an instant, the two sides were engaged in a battle of swords and sabers.

The three little girls, Meng Wuchou, Gu Qingya and Gu Qingmiao, were jealous and wanted to join them.

Qi Yuanshuo stood aside with his arms folded across his chest, looking at the group of childish children in silence. When he saw Gu Qinghuai coming out of the straw shed, he immediately straightened up and shouted, "Everyone, please be quiet!"

In an instant, the whole yard was as quiet as a chicken.

Qi Yuanshuo's brows were stern, and he swept his eyes over everyone, saying solemnly: "Since everyone has decided to learn martial arts, then you must take it seriously. If you are just playing around and pretending, I, Little Stone, will not join you!

Practicing martial arts is not like embroidery or weaving. The process is bound to be full of blood and tears. It is very difficult and requires a strong will to overcome many difficulties. If anyone cannot persist, quit as soon as possible! I will give you ten breaths of time to think! "

Gu Qinghuai looked at Qi Yuanshuo with admiration in his eyes.

When this little guy is serious about his work, he really looks like a great general. No wonder he will become a war general in the future, clear the name of his mother and brother, and become the founding emperor of "Dachun".

For martial artists, the younger the age, the easier it is to get started. Gu Qinghuai added: "Wubing, Wuzai, Wuchou, Wuhuan, Qingsong, Qingya and Qingmiao must participate and are not allowed to back off. Others can choose freely."

Guo Yueying nudged Meng Tiechui with her arm and whispered, "Brother Chui, can you hold on? If not, give up early."

Meng Tiechui's eyes widened.

Does his wife look down on him? What's wrong with him? Didn't she call him "brother" for half the night in bed last night?

"Of course I can! There's no way I can't do it!" Meng Tiechui straightened his back, his gentleness revealing a hint of masculinity.

Guo Yueying was impressed by her man's handsomeness and secretly pinched his butt.

Meng Tiechui's heart started pounding with excitement.

This small action did not escape Qi Yuanshuo's eyes.

His ears turned red, but he pretended to be calm.

Zhao Ying leaned forward and asked Gu Qingshan nervously: “Shan’er, practicing martial arts is very hard, you——”

"Mother, I can do it," Gu Qingshan said firmly without waiting for Zhao Ying to finish, "Xiao Shitou said that there is a kind of Kung Fu called arm Kung Fu. I can learn it. I am not afraid of hardship."

Zhao Ying pursed her lips, patted Haodaer's shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Guo Yueying looked at the weak Zhao Ying again and said with concern: "Ah Zhao, if you really can't do it, don't force yourself, so as not to hurt your body. I will protect you in the future!"

After taking the body-strengthening pills and the strength pills, Zhao Ying had actually become a strong strongman. However, when she thought of her daughter asking her to keep it a secret, her shoulders slumped, her neck shrank, and she said weakly: "Aying, I can do it, I will persevere no matter what."

"Okay, remember to do what you can," Guo Yueying reminded.

"Yeah," Zhao Ying nodded guiltily.

Ah Ying has always been a competitive woman. I wonder if she will feel disappointed when she knows that she has become a strongman and may be even stronger than her.

Ten breaths later, Qi Yuanshuo saw that no one had quit, so he raised his voice and said, "Very good, since no one has quit, from now on, as long as you are on the training ground, you must listen to my command!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

Soon, according to Qi Yuanshuo's request, a large area of ​​​​space was cleared in the yard.

The twelve people stood in two rows, with Qi Yuanshuo standing between the two rows.

"Practicing martial arts must start with the basics. Let's first practice horse stance and leg stretching and waist bending! Horse stance can stabilize our lower body and become the core fulcrum for the ever-changing moves; leg stretching and waist bending can increase the body's flexibility and agility, ensuring the extension, change and accuracy of martial arts moves! Next, horse stance for two moments, leg stretching and waist bending for two moments!"

After saying that, Qi Yuanshuo began to demonstrate the horse stance.

He stood up straight with his feet parallel, his knees slightly bent, and slowly squatted down. Although the posture was simple, it made people feel neat, strong and powerful.

The waist, buttocks, thighs, and calves seemed to be storing tremendous strength, as if they were about to rise up from the ground and soar into the sky in the next moment.

Everyone began to imitate his movements, and their postures looked all kinds of strange.

Especially Uncle Tiechui, with his butt sticking out, his waist hunched, and his arms weak, he looked like someone trying to catch his breath after having a constipated bowel movement. It was quite an eye-catcher.