Chapter 9: Monthly Stick, Yearly Knife, Lifetime Gun

In the afternoon, Jiang He and Yang Yunxue returned with five kilograms of beef and some cotton cloth.

The next morning, Yang Zhengshan went to the county town alone.

The eldest and second sons needed ox carts to pull firewood, so Yang Zhengshan could only walk to the county town.

There were only two clinics in the county, and Yang Zhengshan went to the best one. Probably because of the change of seasons, there were many people in the clinic, and there was a long queue.

Yang Zhengshan was not there to see a doctor, so he naturally didn't queue up and walked straight into the clinic.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

A man in his thirties stood behind the counter and looked at Yang Zhengshan and asked.

There was an old man next to him who was taking someone's pulse.

Yang Zhengshan knew this old man.

Song Yuanbo is the best doctor in Anning County, and the man in his thirties is his son Song Ningfeng. There are three apprentices in the clinic, all of whom are Song Yuanbo's grandsons.

The original body had consulted Song Yuanbo before to check the hidden injuries on his body, but because it cost too much, the original body did not ask Song Yuanbo for treatment.

This is not to say that Song Yuanbo only cares about money, but treating the original body's hidden injuries requires a lot of precious medicinal materials. No matter how kind-hearted Song Yuanbo is, he can't pay money to treat people.

"Doctor Song, I have an old mountain ginseng here!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhengshan took out the wooden box and placed it on the counter.

Song Ningfeng opened the box and his eyes lit up. "Is this a 35-year-old mountain ginseng? Not bad, not bad, it's a good medicine!"

"Want to sell it?"

"Yeah!" Yang Zhengshan nodded.

Song Ningfeng smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, bro!"

Then, he held the wooden box and showed it to Song Yuanbo.

Song Yuanbo looked up at Yang Zhengshan with a look of surprise on his face.

"Is your injury healed?"

Yang Zhengshan was also surprised. He didn't expect that Song Yuanbo still remembered him.

"All right!"

"Come here, let me take your pulse!" Song Yuanbo waved his hand.

Yang Zhengshan did not shy away. He walked closer, sat down, and stretched out his wrist.

Song Yuanbo stroked his beard and took Yang Zhengshan's pulse, and looked at him with surprise from time to time.

"How did you cure it?"

He had a deep impression of Yang Zhengshan. After all, there were not many warriors in Anning County. In addition, Yang Zhengshan's original hidden injury was very special, so it was difficult for him to forget it.

When Yang Zhengshan saw it, he felt regretful for a long time.

When he sees Yang Zhengshan again today, even though several years have passed, he is still deeply impressed.

"I asked a wandering Taoist priest to cure me!" Yang Zhengshan said nonsense.

Song Yuanbo did not ask any more questions, but just smiled and said: "Your pulse is strong and powerful, and your breath is steady and long. Not only has your injury healed, but your cultivation has also improved."

He is so old now, and he has seen and heard a lot of strange people and things.

It may sound unreliable that I might encounter a wandering Taoist priest who cured my hidden injuries, but it is not impossible.

Yang Zhengshan smiled. He had been in this world for nearly a month and drank spiritual spring water every day. Although the spiritual spring water could not directly improve his martial arts skills, it could nourish his body gently.

Coupled with his daily training, his cultivation should be about to break through to the level of body-building and muscle-changing, and he would have surpassed his original body long ago.

"Thank you for your concern!" Yang Zhengshan said.

Song Yuanbo waved his hand, took the wooden box containing the old mountain ginseng, and said, "This old mountain ginseng is good. I will give you 180 taels of silver. Are you willing?"

"Of course I am willing!" Yang Zhengshan couldn't suppress his smile.

He thought it would be good if he could sell it for 120 or 130 taels, but he didn't expect to sell it for 180 taels.

Song Yuanbo nodded slightly and said, "I'm busy here, so I won't say more to you."

Yang Zhengshan bowed his hands to thank him, then followed Song Ningfeng to get the silver.

One hundred and eighty taels, Song Ningfeng gave three silver notes of fifty taels each and three silver ingots of ten taels each.

The silver note is from Datong Money House, which is located in Anning County and can be exchanged at any time.

After receiving the silver, Yang Zhengshan left the clinic happily.

A horse will not be fat without night grass, and a man will not be rich without windfall.

Today he finally experienced the feeling of making a fortune.

When leaving the county town, Yang Zhengshan saw a notice at the city gate.

The notice mentioned the bandit problem, and there were wanted posters for several bandit leaders next to it.

Anning County is not peaceful at all. There are many bandit dens in the area, especially on Changqing Mountain, where many vicious criminals occupy the mountain and act as kings.

However, Yangjia Village has never encountered banditry. After all, Yangjia Village has a martial arts heritage and warriors in charge. Those bandits are the kind of people who bully the weak and fear the strong, and they always pick on the weak.

Yang Zhengshan glanced at the announcement and left, not taking the matter to heart.

On the way home, Yang Zhengshan was making plans for the future of the Yang family. Now he had more than 200 taels of silver in his hands, and the problem of food and clothing for his family had been solved, but it still could not satisfy the life he wanted.

He never thought of abandoning the Yang family and living in seclusion.

Humans are social animals. In this world without the Internet, mobile phones, computers, or all kinds of exciting entertainment, Yang Zhengshan already feels extremely bored. If he were forced to withdraw from society and live in seclusion in the mountains, Yang Zhengshan felt that he would go crazy.

Although he still feels a little uncomfortable with having so many children and grandchildren, he has accepted everything about the Yang family.

He doesn't think of himself as a father or a grandfather, he thinks of himself as the boss of the company.

The Yang family is his company, and his son and daughter-in-law are his employees. He has to lead the development of the company, so that the employees can live a better life and become more useful talents.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhengshan felt that he had a great responsibility.

So next he will purchase industries for the company, increase profits and ensure the sustainable development of the company.

After thinking about it all the way, when Yang Zhengshan returned home, it was already noon. The eldest and the second son were just returning home with a cart of firewood.

Looking at the firewood piled up as high as a person in the yard, Yang Zhengshan nodded with satisfaction.

Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi are both down-to-earth and hard-working people. The two brothers never slack off at work, which is why Yang Zhengshan was able to accept them so quickly.

If these two brothers were cunning, Yang Zhengshan would definitely want to abandon this family.

"There is almost enough firewood. Starting tomorrow you should pick up your martial arts!" Yang Zhengshan said to the two people who were unloading the truck.

"Dad, aren't we going to drive the car anymore in the future?" Yang Mingcheng asked with some confusion.

In the past, during the slack season, he would drive an ox cart back and forth between Yangjia Village and the county town for people to ride. He could earn dozens of coins for one trip a day.

This is a considerable income for the Yang family.

"No need for that. You must practice martial arts morning and night and don't slack off!" Yang Zhengshan said in an unquestionable tone.

Now that he has more than two hundred taels of silver, he naturally doesn't care about those few dozen cents.

Instead of wasting time to earn a few dozen cents, it would be better for the two brothers to pick up martial arts and become warriors as soon as possible.

Yang Mingcheng is only twenty years old now, and Yang Mingzhi is only seventeen years old. It is not too late for them to practice martial arts now.

Moreover, Yang Zhengshan has spiritual spring water, so it is not difficult to help them become warriors.

The greatest function of spiritual spring water is not to treat injuries, but to nourish the body and enhance its potential.

The effect is not achieved overnight, but is a gradual improvement.

Drinking a bowl of spiritual spring water may not show any significant effects, but if you drink it for a long time, the benefits of the spiritual spring water can be infinitely magnified.

The reason why Yang Zhengshan was willing to give the spiritual spring water to Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi to drink was because he found that the water output of the spiritual spring had increased during this period.

He didn't notice it at first, but two days ago he discovered that the daily output of the spiritual spring water exceeded one bowl, and the same bowl could not hold it anymore.

In the future he will have more spiritual spring water, and there will be no problem in giving some to his sons and grandchildren.

The next morning.

Just as the sky was getting light, bursts of rapid sounds of breaking through the air were heard in the Yang family's yard.

Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi also joined the team practicing shooting.

Together with Yang Yunxue, the three of them were practicing shooting in unison in the yard, looking quite impressive.

Yang Zhengshan walked out of the main room, glanced at them, and did not go forward to disturb them. Instead, he went to the back mountain with his iron spear.

Yang Mingcheng and his men needed to practice shooting, and so did Yang Zhengshan.

In martial arts practice, if you don’t make progress, you will regress.

Month stick, year knife, lifetime gun

If Yang Zhengshan wants to become a more powerful warrior, he must practice hard and persevere.

However, he is a warrior, and the destructive power when practicing spearmanship is quite large, so it is not suitable for him to practice at home.

Moreover, he also needed to practice the throwing skills of the pistol, which required an open space.

Therefore, the mountain behind Yangjia Village was his best place to practice martial arts.

After practicing spear skills for half an hour and pistol throwing for another half an hour, when Yang Zhengshan returned home, it was already bright.

Many villagers went up the mountain to chop firewood or dig wild vegetables, and they would greet Yang Zhengshan warmly when they met him.

When faced with greetings from others, Yang Zhengshan would nod in a friendly manner.

During this period of time, he has been modifying his personality, from his original dead face to a gentle elder.

The change was huge, but no one doubted that he had become a different person. Everyone thought it was because his body had improved and his mentality had changed.

When we got home, Wang and Li had already prepared dinner.

Four dishes, one soup and white rice.

There are meat and vegetarian dishes, dry and liquid dishes, and pickles made by Wang.

Although Wang’s cooking skills were average, Yang Zhengshan was still very satisfied with the meal.

After breakfast, Yang Mingcheng and Yang Mingzhi were busy repairing their house. The Yang family’s house was more than ten years old. Although it was repaired every year, there were still many damaged parts, especially the roof, which needed reinforcement the most.

Wang and Li were taking care of the children while making cotton-padded clothes, and even Yang Yunxue helped.

Yang Zhengshan suddenly found that he was the most idle person in the family.

(End of this chapter)