After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

They got to work right away. After a good rest, Jiang Ruisheng took them to the courtyard to teach them some moves. It was too late for them to learn the basics at their age, and Jiang Ruisheng didn't have the patience to teach them the basics. He only taught them what they could learn the fastest.

Feng Jingheng was not interested, but Ye Xunqing was eager to try. He felt that he should be good. When he was in the interest class before, the teachers of the interest class praised him for his good practice.

Of course, it is also possible that the teacher wants him to sign up for more classes.

When Xie Lingyin said that Ye Xunqing was good at using a knife, she was not referring to a long knife, but a kitchen knife.

So when Jiang Ruisheng brought a kitchen knife over, Ye Xunqing was still quite disappointed. He thought he would be like a hero in the martial arts world, with a precious sword, a pot of wine, and a lonely figure on the cold river.

I didn't expect it was just a kitchen knife.

"Xiao Xunqing seems a little disappointed." Xie Lingyin said with a smile as she stood on the steps, "Your wrists and body movements are nimble, but you're weak. You won't gain any advantage in a face-to-face fight."

After hearing what he said, Ye Xunqing felt that Xie Lingyin should also be a master, or a living secret master like Wang Yuyan.

"Uncle Xie, do you know martial arts?" Ye Xunqing asked.

Xie Lingyin was stunned for a moment, then shook her head gently and said, "No."

It means that he can't do it anymore, not that he can't do it. That means Xie Lingyin used to be able to do it, but for some reason he lost his martial arts skills.

If it were Ye Xunqing, he would definitely cry to death if he lost the skills he had worked so hard to learn.

"Don't look at me like that." Xie Lingyin saw his sad face and comforted him, "I'm old now. Even if I knew martial arts, I wouldn't be able to do anything."

"Oh." Ye Xunqing thought, "Uncle Xie must have been very powerful in the past, right?"

Xie Lingyin raised her head slightly to look at the sky. "Is it impressive? I think so."

"Alright, alright." Jiang Ruisheng interrupted them, "Are you two going to study or not?"

Ye Xunqing immediately said, "Learn, learn, learn. Uncle Jiang, please teach us."

Feng Jingheng just nodded without replying.

Jiang Ruisheng could see that Feng Jingheng was not interested in learning martial arts, but for the sake of his wife, he would study hard.

He wanted to teach Feng Jingheng, not only because of Feng Jingheng's amazing bones, but also because of Xie Lingyin.

If he died, then according to Ye Xunqing's personality, he would definitely take care of Xie Lingyin. Then, it would be their turn to protect Xie Lingyin.

Jiang Ruisheng looked at Xie Lingyin. They had known each other for almost fifty years. The little boy who used to beg on the street had grown old now. The former favored child of heaven was now living in a small thatched hut with him. How sad, tragic, and pitiful!

Xie Lingyin brought a chessboard and teacup, then sat in the corridor and watched them practice martial arts.

Feng Jingheng said that he didn't want to learn, but he studied very seriously without saying a word.

Ye Xunqing's physical condition was not as good as Feng Jingheng's, and he could not fight others in close combat, so Jiang Ruisheng taught him how to attack by surprise, using short weapons.

Kitchen knives, chopsticks, and spatulas can all be used as weapons.

Ye Xunqing felt that this was not cool at all. When he got into a fight with someone, they would be holding swords, spears, and halberds, while he would be holding pots and pans. How embarrassing it would be.

"Uncle Jiang, can you use a whip?" Ye Xunqing asked, holding a kitchen knife in his hand. "The whip is very accurate. It hits wherever you point it."

"No." Jiang Ruisheng said, "I only use hard weapons. I don't usually use soft weapons like whips."

Ye Xunqing felt a little regretful and could only continue dancing with the kitchen knife.

After practicing for a day, Ye Xunqing felt sore in his legs and waist, especially his hands, which were all worn out.

On the other hand, Feng Jingheng was just walking as usual as if nothing had happened.

The results would not be apparent in one day, so Jiang Ruisheng asked them to come back tomorrow.

Feng Jingheng said, "Maybe it won't work tomorrow, and it won't work in the next few days. We have to plant wheat."

It has been a while since they harvested the rice, but the climate was not suitable, so they had not planted wheat. Now that the weather has been good these days, they plan to prepare the fields for planting wheat.

"Is that so?" Xie Lingyin still wanted them to come. "Then you should go back and plant the wheat first."

Jiang Ruisheng looked at Xie Lingyin's lost expression and suddenly said, "I'll go help you plant the crops."

Feng Jingheng and Ye Xunqing didn't expect Jiang Ruisheng to say this. Would Jiang Ruisheng grow wheat?

Xie Lingyin asked the same question.

"Ruisheng, can you grow wheat?" Xie Lingyin had never seen him grow wheat.

"I did," Jiang Ruisheng added, "many years ago."

Xie Lingyin thought it was the wheat he had planted when he was young, and she felt distressed. "Does he have to work in the fields at such a young age?"

Jiang Ruisheng knew he was mistaken, so he didn't explain: "I will come to find you tomorrow morning."

Jiang Ruisheng didn't say how early in the morning was, and Ye Xunqing and the others didn't ask. According to Ye Xunqing's idea, they should at least wait until the sun comes out early in the morning.

So when Feng Jingheng got up early, opened the door to let the chickens out, and saw Jiang Ruisheng standing at the door, he was speechless.

"Uncle Jiang, you're here so early." Feng Jingheng said calmly, "Aqing is still sleeping."

Jiang Ruisheng said: "Ayin is sleeping too."

Feng Jingheng thought to himself: Fortunately I have a wife, otherwise you would have shown off to me.

"Come in and sit down." Feng Jingheng said, "I'll make breakfast. What would Uncle Jiang like to eat?"

"No need." Jiang Ruisheng said ruthlessly, "Ayin said your cooking is terrible, I'll do it."

“…” Feng Jingheng: “Uncle Jiang, is someone speaking rudely?”

Jiang Ruisheng replied: "I know, but I don't need to change. If anyone says that I speak rudely, I'll just beat them up."

Feng Jingheng was completely speechless to him. Okay, okay, okay, you are so powerful, you are right, okay.

Jiang Ruisheng’s cooking is not as delicious as Ye Xunqing’s, but it is definitely delicious. His cooking skills are indeed much more sophisticated.

It was almost time, and most of the Feng family members were up, except for Ye Xunqing, who would sleep for a long time when it was cold.

When Ye Hongxia woke up, she found that there was a man in the house. The man was dressed in black, had an expressionless face, and looked very fierce.

"This is..." Ye Hongxia asked.

Feng Jingheng explained, "This is Ah Qing's friend, surnamed Jiang, who came to help us plant wheat. Uncle Jiang, this is my mother."

"Xun Qing's friend?" Ye Hongxia was very surprised. "Isn't the age difference too big?" She felt a little rude after saying this. "No, I mean Brother Jiang, please."

Jiang Ruisheng said, "At your age, it's not too much to call me uncle."

Ye Hongxia was very embarrassed, "My son calls you uncle, and I call you uncle, there is a generation difference."

Jiang Ruisheng said no more, "Okay, I understand."

Ye Hongxia pulled Feng Jingheng aside and asked, "Where did you find this guy? He looks like a bandit."

Before Feng Jingheng could say anything, Jiang Ruisheng said directly, "Little sister, don't gossip behind people's backs. I've heard it."

Ye Hongxia was startled. How could he hear such a quiet voice?

"Yes, yes, Brother Jiang is right." This bandit has really sharp ears!