An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Jing Chunxi retracted his leg guiltily, preparing to face the opponent's fourth attack.

“The three of you have seen clearly, so just practice with her.

This bag is full of sandbags. Two people stand in different directions and attack her continuously. The interval between attacks cannot be too long and the speed must be fast. Another person is responsible for picking up the sandbags. The three of you can take turns, but Sister Xi cannot.

You can stop once in the middle, for a cup of tea. When the lady is resting, you three can also try each other.

Sister Xi must exercise for at least an hour every day, and if she doesn't exercise enough, none of the four of them will be allowed to eat."

These were all threats, but Jing Chunxi said nothing. The other three were very excited. They had never played this game before, but it looked very exciting, so they couldn't wait to start.

Jing Yi pointed at Jing Chunxi and said, "And you! Don't just stand there like an idiot. Get into a horse stance and be ready to defend yourself at any time."

Jing Chunxi wanted to curse again: "You are the one who is stupid, your whole family is stupid. How can you ignore the rules and attack directly? You have no martial ethics at all."

Jing Yi dusted himself off and said, "After seven days, we'll have three people throwing sandbags at the same time. After a month, the sandbags will be replaced with small steel balls."

When the three brats mentioned the little steel ball, they grimaced as if they were hit, and Jing Chunxi also felt a pain in his teeth.

It wasn't until they saw Jing Yi's back completely enter the cafeteria that the three of them surrounded him and whispered, "Did you offend Brother Jing?"

Jing Chunxi was furious and cursed viciously: "I must have been his father in my previous life."

Over in the cafeteria, the man's ears moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, which scared the martial arts coaches who were eating.

The boss must be crazy.

……

The practice process was very hard, but it wasn’t boring being with a few people, and we talked and laughed, so the time wasn’t difficult to endure.

A quarter past the hour of Si,

The four of them had just started to eat breakfast, and the chefs in the cafeteria had already started to prepare lunch.

The three boys ate voraciously, even eating an extra cold steamed bun. They also excitedly talked about their own training experiences during the tea break when Chu Chunxi was resting.

Jing Chunxi just stared at them. She was so tired that she had no appetite at all. She only took two bites of the reheated porridge and pushed it aside.

Can't swallow it!

"eat!

If you want to grow stronger, you have to eat more, otherwise you will be sick in three days." He handed her two hot buns, probably lunch from the cafeteria, a special meal for her.

The three boys consciously gave up their seats to Jing Yi and went to another table to continue chatting.

She didn't appreciate it. Now she felt nauseous at the sight of food and pushed the bun away without saying a word.

"You must eat a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns for each meal, otherwise you don't need to come tomorrow."

Jing Chunxi didn't say a word, but just stared at him with his eyes, looking like he had lost all desire to live.

I once again understand why some people can’t find a wife.

"Today's training will improve your agility and reflexes, and will improve your speed just as much as running. It's exactly the same as the training the general gave me back then."

She raised her head when talking about her uncle Jing Chunxi. He was the hero of their family and she had admired him since she was a child.

"After three months of practice, I could easily dodge steel balls thrown by three people from different directions. After six months, I could dodge eight out of ten of them blindfolded. Only when you reach that level of practice can your hearing be truly tested."

Regardless of whether it was true or not, Jing Chunxi was convinced.

She snatched the two meat buns from his hand, took a big bite of the left one, then another on the right, chewed them a few times and swallowed them. Then she successfully choked without even using a spoon, lowering her head and slurping another big mouthful of porridge.

I didn't feel nauseous.

Jing Yi: "Go back and ask your mother to add some strong liquor and a few pieces of ginger to the hot water for the bath. Soak until you sweat slightly, then go to bed and let the maids massage your limbs."

Jing Chunxi took note of everything and surprisingly no longer resisted him or talked back to him. He even cleared his hands and bowl.

"After three days, if you can still bear it, add back the uphill and downhill runs."

……

Starting from noon the next day, a craze for throwing sandbags swept Qingshan Villa.

After school and lunch, the children didn't even go home. Instead, they rushed to the training ground just to get a spot to throw sandbags.

The children are very happy to be able to play together, and they can also feel the gentle spring breeze and bask in the warm sunshine.

However, they are not training but having fun. Several people can enter the white box at the same time, and there are also several people throwing sandbags outside, but generally they only throw one sandbag together. The person who is hit will be eliminated, and the opponent of the person who is hit will go in directly.

Even if there are many people participating, each person can play many times by taking turns for one or two hours.

After a few days, throwing sandbags was no longer just done in the training ground, but developed into a game in the courtyard of the prefectural school with the same white frame and the same sandbags. People would squeeze together to play during breaks, and it completely evolved into a game during breaks in the school.

The children no longer crowded into the corner and pushed each other after class, no longer fought and quarreled with each other, and they also exercised their bodies through games. The teachers were very supportive.

Later, smaller white frames were painted in front of the houses at the foot of the mountain, and the number of participants grew. Even children who didn't go to school and maids could join in the fun, playing not only sandbag throwing but also shuttlecock kicking, and some children even drew strange grids and jumped together.

There were no picture frames in the big house and the small house next to it. Jing Qiurong was afraid that the children would be too noisy if they stayed in the house all the time, while Bilian was afraid that it would disturb Yan Jie'er's rest, so they both disapproved of them painting.

The two houses were relatively close to the provincial school, so when everyone wanted to play, they could just shout at the door and run over quickly.

Jing Chunxi didn't go to the provincial school to study, and basically studied on his own or was taught by his mother. It was only after dusk that he had time to play with Yaoyao and Jinjie'er.

Because she was too tired, she basically fell asleep after taking a bath and massage after practice, and could sleep from noon to dusk.