Rebirth and making money first

Zhang Jing's life was peaceful yet busy, and Niutanzi was almost always by her side. Looking at her chubby body, Zhang Jing worried. What if she didn't grow? No! Zhang Jing couldn't allow that to happen, and decided she needed to start training Niutanzi.

Since moving to this neighborhood, the majority are middle-aged, with relatively few elderly people. Zhang Jing observed and discovered that some people still exercised in the mornings, but none of them were doing it right. Zhang Jing had forgotten that she, too, had a history of morning exercise; it had been a while since she'd done it.

Zhang Jing had stopped practicing for a long time due to her father-in-law's surgery, the hustle and bustle of moving, and the children's fuss. Looking at the extra weight on her body, she decided to pick up her morning exercises and bring her milk ball along to practice.

When Milk Ball heard that his aunt was going to get up in the morning to do some morning exercises, and that she was going to do some kind of Guanyin boxing, he became interested. "Aunt, can I learn Guanyin boxing with you? Is Guanyin boxing good?"

Zhang Jing said, "How about this, I'll play it for you once, and let you see if you want to learn it?" Zhang Jing found her clothes to change into, and took Naituanzi to find an open space, turned on the music, and followed the movements to the music. It felt like she hadn't practiced the movements for a long time, but she was able to play it smoothly again by following the music and rhythm.

Seeing his aunt doing the boxing slowly and leisurely, Naituanzi clapped his hands: "Your mother looks so good! Auntie, I want to learn too." Zhang Jing said: "Okay, tomorrow morning, we will practice together. You can't sleep in?" Naituanzi agreed readily, but asked Zhang Jing: "Auntie, can I also practice in beautiful clothes like you?" Zhang Jing: "Sure, if you practice well, I will give you a set of beautiful clothes and make you the most beautiful baby!"

Naituanzi happily agreed, dreaming of wearing beautiful dresses like her aunt. However, Zhang Jing told her that she had to get up very early in the morning, around 5 a.m., practice, come back for breakfast, and then go to school.

When Zhang Zhi came in the evening, Zhang Jing told her that she was going to do some morning exercises. She felt that her health had been getting worse since she had two children. So, looking at her bloated figure, although Achen didn't care, Zhang Jing also felt uncomfortable.

As for the Taoist health-preserving technique, Zhang Jing thought it was a pity that she hadn't learned much about Tai Chi. However, she could use the Eight-Section Brocade she had learned from her previous life. Even though she had forgotten a few moves, the Guanyin Fist was enough to teach her a lesson in the morning.

It’s better to start with the simple things. Zhang Zhi said, “My daughter is now in your care. You can practice however you want.” Zhang Jing said, if she practices well, I will give her a set of Tai Chi clothes, which will be very elegant when she wears them.

Zhang Zhi said, "Look at my daughter, she's so round, how can she look good in a skirt?" The little girl got angry and said to her mother, "I'm pretty, but you always complain that I'm not. Humph! You're not even my mother! I'll call you aunt from now on, and call you my mother!" Zhang Zhi said, "I agree!" Zhang Jing said, "Don't make trouble for no reason."

Zhang Jing said to Naituanzi, "When you've trained well and have a good figure, you'll look beautiful in clothes. Don't worry, no matter how fat you are, your aunt can make you a cute outfit."

Naituanzi was delighted when he heard this, and the two of them agreed to go out for practice early tomorrow morning. Zhang Jing told Aunt Sun that she would wait until she got back to buy groceries. She made a simple breakfast and then said she would take Naituanzi with her for morning exercises.

The next day, Zhang Jing woke her up. She looked at her aunt with sleepy eyes, then tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep. Zhang Jing wouldn't allow it. She picked her up, put some clothes on her, wiped her face, and carried her out.

Ling found a place with a good environment, and then Zhang Jing asked Naituanzi, "Where do you think we should practice? A place with a good environment, beautiful scenery, and good photo opportunities? That way, after you practice well, I'll take a video of you and send it to others. Everyone will praise you."

"Really?" Naituanzi was delighted when he heard this. He immediately looked around with his big eyes. Finally, he found a place and said, "This place is beautiful, quiet, and has a large space. Let's practice here?"

Zhang Jing was wearing a flowing Tai Chi outfit that morning, so her little sister, Naituanzi, was envious. "Auntie," she said, "I want to wear something like that someday. I'll look like a fairy." Zhang Jing thought, "Even children these days are vain."

But Zhang Jing could only agree to her, "As long as you practice well and can keep up with my movements, it will be fine!" Zhang Jing first did simple movements and taught her the basic skills.

Naitian practiced the basic movements of Ba Duan Jin, and then remembered some Tai Chi movements and taught them directly to Naitianzi. In this way, Naitianzi practiced and practiced until he started to sweat.

Zhang Jing was not afraid and taught the movements slowly, not the complicated ones first, but the simple ones. Then Naituanzi said, "Auntie, we can start practicing. We can do the Guanyin Fist now."

Zhang Jing said, "Okay, let's start now." As the beautiful chant of Guanyin Fist played on the record player, Zhang Jing performed the moves with flying colors. Niantuanzi followed suit, imitating the movements with unwavering determination. As the two of them worked up a sweat, Zhang Jing gradually relaxed and mastered the movements. Although she still felt a little rusty and had trouble remembering them, she gradually came to terms with them.

After a round of boxing, Zhang Jing was drenched in sweat. Naituanzi's face and forehead were also covered in sweat, and he said he was really tired. When Zhang Jing finished, she looked around and found that several people were watching her, and some were imitating her.

Zhang Jing smiled. This was quite normal. Thinking back to the neighborhood, there were quite a few people watching, and some even practicing along.

As Zhang Jing gathered her things and prepared to take Naituanzi back to her house, someone came up to her and asked if they could join her. Zhang Jing said yes, anyone could learn. They made an appointment to meet here tomorrow at 5:30 AM sharp and practice as soon as the sun rose.

Wear loose and light clothes and shoes, in short, they should be easy to move around in. Everyone agreed. As Naituanzi and Zhang Jing were walking back, Naituanzi happily said to Zhang Jing, "Auntie, I'm sweating and so tired! But now I feel so comfortable." Zhang Jing said, "Of course, I'll wash you up when we get home, change your clothes and send you to school. You'll be great in the future, your body will be in good shape, and kids won't dare to bully you, okay?"

When they got home, the two children were already awake and still playing in bed. Achen had just woken up and was clearly ready to eat his breakfast buns. Zhang Jing nodded secretly, it seemed the effect was quite good! Zhang Jing also asked, "Achen, do you want to join us for morning exercises?"

Achen shook his head. After breakfast, he sent Naituanzi off to school and went to work. Zhang Jing was busy taking care of the two children while Auntie Sun went grocery shopping. This life continued day after day. After Auntie Sun came back from shopping, she continued to look after the children while Zhang Jing returned to writing. In addition to the novel about Naituanzi, Zhang Jing was preparing to start a new novel. This novel was about cultivating immortals, and it happened to be similar to the martial arts she practiced, so she decided to incorporate it into the novel.

Zhang Jing found herself constantly bombarded with ideas for writing and editing novels, each one a sudden and sudden change. Before she finished one novel, she'd think of writing another, and before she finished the next, she'd have another idea. It was truly excruciating.

In the end, she decided to focus on what she had and finish it first. But Zhang Jing hadn't expected this cute baby series to actually do so well. She was even urged by the editor to write a similar cute baby novel, saying many people liked it. Orders and subscriptions were increasing, and she had earned a lot of money. Zhang Jing sighed, thinking that sometimes making money is hard, and sometimes it seems easy.

Zhang Jing thought about it and discussed with Zhang Zhi: "When you were in school, I thought your writing was pretty good. Why don't you write some novels? Anyway, you don't have a job yet, and your son is grown up. Gradually, you won't have so much to do. If you write, at least you can earn some money for the family. You won't have to work here and there, right?"

Zhang Zhi said, "Stop it! How much money can I make? Besides the household allowance my husband gives me and the rental income from the shop, I'm actually not short of money!" Zhang Jing heard this and said, "You're not short of money, but you're always borrowing money. How are your stock trading business doing now?" Zhang Zhi said, "It's hard to explain! I just want to make some quick money, to get rich overnight! Actually, there's nothing wrong with this idea. Who doesn't want to get rich overnight? Oh, and I also bought a lottery ticket. Don't mention it. I won a little bit. My husband also bought the Mark Six lottery in Hong Kong. I've made up my mind. If we win tens of millions, the three of us siblings will each get some. We can all be rich!"

Zhang Jing said, "I think you're more likely to dream!" She hadn't forgotten her past life. Zhang Zhi had won 15 yuan in the lottery, but she kept it a secret. It was only later that Zhang Jing accidentally heard about it from someone else, but she didn't take the promise seriously.

The next day, I continued my morning exercises with Naituanzi. Some people gradually joined in, following Zhang Jing's movements and stretching out for a bit. As the music started, everyone started practicing Guanyin Quan. Of course, Zhang Jing did it methodically, and everyone else followed suit, even Naituanzi trying to imitate her seriously.

The people who followed behind were all smiling at the little girl. Some said that the child was so cute, and some said that since she knew how to learn at such a young age, why can't we learn? Let's practice together. In this way, Zhang Jing's team became more and more stable, with men, women, young and old. But none of them played as well as Zhang Jing. She still

It's training.

Later, an aunt came up to me. Aunt Wang said that she had practiced martial arts elsewhere before, but it was different from Zhang Jing's. She practiced Tai Chi, but now she saw Zhang Jing's Guanyin Fist and found it very beautiful, so she wanted to practice it too.

But seeing everyone's practice, the movements weren't quite standard. She asked Zhang Jing about it, and she said she hadn't learned Tai Chi before. She just thought the form was similar, so she asked her to teach everyone. Aunt Wang was delighted and asked if everyone would like to buy the same outfit. Zhang Jing said it was up to fate, and she had no requirements. She didn't charge money anyway.

Aunt Wang suggested, "Let's form a practice group. Everyone supervises each other and practices once a day. What do you think of this Guanxinquan?" The others agreed. Zhang Jing thought: "There are warm-hearted people everywhere. This is already organized by a labor union." She wasn't responsible anyway, so she let Aunt Wang take charge. Aunt Wang said, "Don't worry about me. I'll take care of everything!"

Zhang Jing thought she was just talking, but Aunt Wang quickly organized a group. There were even young people, gathering around. Zhang Jing saw 13 people practicing with her. And that didn't even include the young ones.

Zhang Jing watched everyone practice, but many of the elderly couldn't remember the moves, so they still had to have Zhang Jing lead the way. So, every day, Zhang Jing wore her flowing training clothes, practicing in the front, while the elderly followed slowly and leisurely. Zhang Jing took a peek and found that regardless of whether they were doing it right or wrong, they all imitated the movements very well, even the little girl looked very serious.

After Zhang Jing finished her work, she grabbed Naituanzi and told her how to move, where to move her hands, how to move her hands, and how to breathe.

Zhang Jing learned while watching. It was really hard for her to be a teacher. She had to teach a lot of people to teach one person, and she really didn't have the patience.

Later, Zhang Jing simply asked Aunt Wang to explain the details to them. Aunt Wang was happy, and everyone else was satisfied, knowing that she had children to take care of and that it wouldn't be a burden on her. Aunt Wang was responsible and conscientious, and soon they all had uniforms. Even the little girl was included.

Two months later, Zhang Jing's condition improved steadily, her complexion rosy, her figure slimmer. She could eat a lot more milk dumplings and had grown a bit taller. Although she didn't look as good in her training clothes as Zhang Jing, Zhang Jing still tied her hair into a bun and added a colorful clip.

So, Naituanzi practiced with everyone every day, sometimes even supervising the elders and pointing out mistakes when she saw them doing something wrong. Everyone said, "Okay, okay, big brother, we'll all listen to you."

Naituanzi was awarded the title of Senior Brother, and she also took it for granted that she was the Senior Brother. If she saw someone not taking it seriously, she would say that someone was not serious. "Grandma, you have to practice seriously, otherwise your body will be in bad shape!"

The old lady said happily, "Brother, I understand. I will practice hard." Everyone laughed. Zhang Jing also looked at Naituanzi with a smile, trying to make him laugh.

Her novel had finally been commissioned by an editor, and they were signing a publishing contract. Zhang Jing thought, perhaps there wasn't yet a competitive market for novels about cute babies. So, if it was a hit, she'd just publish it. Zhang Jing didn't mind; after signing the contract, she'd still have to pay.

Zhang Jing wanted to start a novel about cultivation, but her editor wanted her to continue writing about cute babies. Zhang Jing sighed, "Writing novels isn't freeing me!" For the sake of money, she reluctantly put the cultivation novel aside.

Zhang Jing returned home and, while resting, wondered if she had forgotten something. Her children were healthy, her husband was a relief, her own health had returned to normal, and her financial situation was going smoothly. But she felt like there was something she had forgotten. Looking at the calendar, she suddenly remembered the COVID-19 pandemic in her past life.

There were still two months until that incident broke out! Zhang Jing broke out in a cold sweat.