59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Popsicles are currently the cheapest sweet food, costing only one cent each, and can also relieve heat. No wonder they continue to be sold in winter, and the sales volume is good!

It is not easy to eat ice cream in winter in later generations, let alone popsicles with low profits!

"Wow, you guys are eating popsicles again!"

Jiang Hongjun, Cai Xiaochen, Ye Zi and other children from the middle and back yards came here in groups. When they saw Chen Li and Li Jie sitting on the benches outside, they were so envious that they almost drooled.

Chen Feng and his friends all chewed the food into pieces before eating. Chen Li, Li Jie and Chen Hao all liked to take small bites and hold them in their mouths, or sip them with ice water!

Every time I took a deep breath of the melted water, the cold air and sweet water entered my body together, dispelling the severe autumn heat in my city.

When you are almost done eating, you will feel even more reluctant to put it down and eat even slower.

Ye Zi's younger brother Ye Ye was only two years old and had just learned to walk. When he saw Lily and Li Jie still licking their popsicles, he staggered over.

Needless to say, the little one is definitely a foodie.

Chen Li hesitated for a moment, and finally gave the remaining half to the little one.

"Call me sister, call me sister, and I will give you food."

"sister!"

The little one just opens his mouth and speaks.

The little girl was so happy that she generously handed over the remaining half in her hand.

"Lily, let's suck it together!" Li Jie said, holding his own dick.

Chen Li was a little moved, but she held back.

"I'm full!"

Jiang Hongjun and his men did not come here to watch Chen Li eat popsicles, but each brought wooden swords, wooden knives and other cold weapons.

"Brother Haozi, our weapons are ready, can you teach us martial arts now?"

"Look, this is a wooden sword that my father made specially for me. It's even longer than Brother Hongjun's!"

Cai Xiaochen showed off his father's cooking skills with great pride.

"And mine, I have a knife too!"

A large group of little kids from the neighborhood were holding all kinds of wooden swords and other weapons. If they were not so small and their weapons were not made of wood, the compound might have been degraded to Wagangzhai!

"Okay, now that you all have weapons, you can practice sword fighting with us!" Chen Hao laughed.

The middle school students were so embarrassed that Chen Feng and the old man were embarrassed.

"Watch carefully, follow me and learn the 72 swords to subdue demons!"

Chen Hao took the unsharpened dagger and swung it around in the yard according to the basic knife techniques taught by Zhang Haixing.

In fact, swordsmanship is not that mysterious. It is nothing more than the control of direction and strength, the coordination of body force and steps, and most importantly, the creation of effective killing - inflicting fatal damage.

When true masters fight, strength, pace and will determine life and death.

If we follow the legendary novels since the Tang and Song dynasties, using fixed moves in fighting would be tantamount to seeking death.

Of course, the moves developed in later generations are very good for performances!

"Second brother, wait for me, I want to come too!"

Chen Li rushed back to the study, entered the bedroom, climbed onto the second layer of the bed, and took out her unsharpened dagger.

In order to train their fighting power, the old man equipped them with real weapons, but they were not sharpened and could not hurt people.

"Brother Hao, you can do seventy-two swords!"

A group of children were extremely impressed.

"Just like Sun Wukong!"

"Sun Dasheng can transform into seventy-two forms, so he must be even more powerful."

Chen Li took out a dagger, ran in front of the child, and started playing around imitating Chen Hao's movements.

"drink!"

Chen Hao stood still, took a breath, shouted loudly, and performed a standard sword-drawing move, also known as a backhand sword-drawing move.

Although it is a basic knife-lifting move, the speed is very good.

The old man and the old lady nodded with satisfaction. Lifting, chopping, slashing and sweeping are the core of swordsmanship. No matter how varied the swordsmanship is, they all depend on these few skills. The difference between each swordsmanship is nothing more than the difference in the body and steps, and each has its own preferences.

"what!"

"ah!"

"what!"

A group of little brats were holding long swords and short knives and shouting nonsense. The younger ones didn't know how to use them, so they followed along with their hands but their feet got messed up, and they ended up sitting down upside down.

"Ouch!"

As soon as he fell down, he jumped up immediately.

My butt hurts from the heat!

The stone slabs had been exposed to the sun all day, and when I touched them while wearing open-crotch pants, they felt quite hot!

The old men and women who were watching were laughing so hard that they were choking. Zhou Qing couldn't bear it anymore and forced himself to turn around and not look at these funny little things.

"If this happened in the countryside, and these little guys acted recklessly, how much straw and wheat stalks would be broken?" Chen Feng commented, trying not to laugh.

However, considering that most of the farmland is guarded by militiamen, it seems that it is not so easy for these young knights to cut rice and wheat.

The bad opening did not dampen their enthusiasm for learning martial arts, and they stood up and continued practicing.

"Ha-ha-ha..."

The children were having a lot of fun, especially Chen Li. After she performed a set of crazy sword skills, Chen Hao, Fatty Wang, and Li Jie were all more than one meter away from her.

The dagger was not sharpened, but it still hurt when it cut into my body.

Half an hour later, Chen Feng made a large pot of juice.

"Chen Hao, Lily, Fatty, stop it, come and have a glass of water, don't get a heat stroke."

"And the rest of you, come and line up, one cup each."

"Oh, drink sweet water!"

A group of children instantly abandoned Chen Hao and Chen Li and swarmed to their eldest brother.

After all, fun is not as good as delicious!

"Big pot, I want three cups!"

Chen Li went to the study to get her own cup first. The other children lined up and took turns as before, each with a glass of juice. If they were thirsty, they could only drink the "mixed water" from the bucket with a ladle.

"More more!"

When it was Ye Zi's little brother's turn, the little guy drank a cup, licked his lips, looked at Chen Hao who was pouring water with a pair of clear eyes, and held up the cup and wanted to drink.

Ye Zi, who was sweating all over, pulled her brother away in a hurry and gave the cup to the next person.

The child immediately puffed up his lips, tears welled up in his eyes, and he was about to cry.

"Let's drink this, drink this!"

The five-year-old girl immediately pulled her brother to the kitchen and used a ladle to get water for him to drink.

The water in the kitchen bucket is a mixture of tap water and well water. It is also dry, cool and thirst-quenching, but it has no taste and is not as delicious as juice.

"Sister, sister, sister!"

The child doesn’t know how to pronounce many words yet, he can only keep yelling “sister” while biting his mouth.

Then my sister poured more water into my mouth!

Fortunately, it was mixed with well water, which has the function of treating diseases, repairing cells and replenishing energy, otherwise the little guy might have diarrhea at night.

After a short break, the group of kids started making trouble again.

Then Chen Hao was not paying attention and used too much force, and the real thing in his hand flew out of his hand and hit his own glass.

"Bang!"

The glass is broken!

Chen Daxia's heart also sank.

Bad thing!

Zhou Qing came out of the room angrily, with a knife in his hand.

"who!"

A group of little guys looked at "Hero Chen".

"Chen Hao!"

Zhou Qing was so angry that she was almost scared just now.

"Mom, it's a mistake, this is a mistake!" Chen Hao didn't realize the seriousness of the problem and quickly admitted his mistake to his mother.

But just admitting mistakes is not enough!

There is a poem that goes: Chen's mother holds a knife, and chops the filial son. Twenty knives in one second, and every knife is a critical hit.