Chapter 10 Survival Skills!

After dinner, Gao Yunqing looked at his slightly bulging belly and patted Ding Xiaoqiang's head: "Apprentice, go wash the dishes. I'll talk to your brother Huangfu - no, talk to your uncle Huangfu as a teacher."

Well, it's really careless. A moment ago, Ding Xiaoqiang was still a guest. Now he is his own and can use it at will.

Su Siman, who was beside him, curled his lips. Ding Xiaoqiang became a teacher and immediately lowered his identity for a generation. Just now, he had to call Huangfu Chong his brother, so he had to call himself uncle. Then he called himself sister, and he also had to call Huangfu Chong uncle?

Ding Xiaoqiang answered, cleaned the table quickly, and wiped it with a rag several times. Before long, I heard the crackling sound of dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen. Su Siman thought to himself that Ding Xiaoqiang must have practiced a good ability to do housework at home before. Look at him doing these things with regulations. At first glance, he is an insider. After all, it was early for children in ancient times! Su Siman was slightly ashamed. She grew up and hadn't cooked well at home. She almost forgot the cooking skills she learned in home politics class. The last time I cooked, I still cooked soup for Liang Shaojun. My thoughts floated here and I was abruptly cut off by her.

Now in ancient times, it is still necessary to learn some necessary survival skills. Once you are left alone one day, you will not starve to death. Thinking of this, Su Siman also followed the kitchen and walked to Ding Xiaoqiang, "Xiaoqiang, I'll help you."

"No, Sister Su, go and have a rest. It's almost done. There's no need to help." Ding Xiaoqiang was cleaning the bowl. Seeing Su Siman coming in, he rubbed his water-stained hand on the long veil and gently rubbed her with his arm with a smile.

Su Siman saw that he really couldn't help, so he had to come back and saw that Huangfu Chong and Gao Yunqing had a heated conversation.

"Brother Huangfu, you are really leisurely. Where have you been to visit in the past six months?"

"In terms of leisure, who can match you, Brother Yunqing! Throw away a big gang and hide freely in the market alone. The so-called big hidden in the city is about you, Brother Yunqing!" Huangfu Chong squeezed his eyes and smiled.

"You have come to embold me again." Gao Yunqing smiled and coughed dryly, swept Su Siman quickly, and said to Huangfu with a smile, "You escaped from Zhuangzi this time to avoid Miss Lin, right?"

Huangfu Chong's white face suddenly sank and smiled dryly.

At this time, Su Siman, who loves gossip, couldn't wait to insert strongly, and his pupils glowed with excitement. He came in and asked rationally, "Who is Miss Lin?"

"Miss Lin is the daughter of Lin Xiaotianzhuangzi in the famous sword villa, and she is also Huangfu's brother... Ouch!" As he spoke, Gao Yunqing screamed and lost his body.

Su Siman looked at the empty position and turned his eyes to Huangfu Chong. He smiled very warmly at her, as bright as April spring flowers everywhere. Su Siman couldn't help but look a little dumbfounded again. When she passed, she found that Gao Yunqing had held a teapot in her hand and came out of nowhere. She couldn't see any unnatural look and looked refreshed, as if the scream just now was not from him at all.

"Who the hell is Miss Lin?" Su Siman asked excitedly again, and his eyes were nailed to Gao Yunqing.

"Miss Lin..." He looked down at his feet and secretly glanced at Huangfu Chong. Huangfu Chong was rinkling tea leisurely, and Gao Yunqing's face was embarrassed. "Ask Huangfu's brother. He is more familiar with Miss Lin, hey, he is more familiar..."

There was obviously a few bits of ridicule in the laughter.

Huang Fu Chong rolled his eyes speechlessly. If he had known that this boy dared to talk nonsense, he should have kicked harder just now.

"Huangfu, Brother Gao just said that you escaped from Zhuangzi. What's going on?" Su Siman's talk box can't be closed as soon as it is opened, like a gate broken by the flash flood, which can't be closed at all.

Huang Fu Chong elegantly picked up the teacup and tasted it carefully, slowly put down the cup, looked out of the window, and stood up: "I haven't realized that it's been out for a long time. It's time to show the state capital. Brother Yunqing, I'm going to bother you these days."

"Xiaoqiang is my apprentice. Miss Su is your friend and my apprentice's friend. Don't be polite to me. I don't like to pay attention to these false gifts..."

Gao Yunqing was about to talk endlessly, and Huang Fu Chong quickly interrupted him: "Ha ha, that's good! I'll say goodbye first and come back another day.

"Okay, okay! Remember to take some bottles of good wine next time, and our brother will have a good drink.

"Definite, definitely." Huangfu Chong smiled and walked to the door.

Su Siman also caught up and said, "Mr. Huangfu, don't forget what I told you before."

"Miss Su, don't worry, I will remember that I will definitely help you find out. You two just stay."

Gao Yunqing shook his hand.

"Slow down, Mr. Huangfu!" Su Siman is attentive and eager.

Seeing that Huang Fu Chong's figure had disappeared outside the door, Su Siman finally withdrew his eyes reluctantly. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Ding Xiaoqiang standing at the door.

"Master, when will you start teaching your disciples martial arts?" Ding Xiaoqiang looked up at Gao Yunqing hopefully.

"What do you want to learn?" Gao Yunqing bent down with a smile and looked at him with a ball of harmony.

"I...I..." Ding Xiaoqiang was so excited that his words were incoherent. "I want to learn everything. Well, if you poke people, people will not move, and there is also the kind that can fly..."

"That's good, boy. He's ambitious. You have to practice the foundation first, and the teacher will teach you." With that, Gao Yunqing suddenly buckled his right hand and took Ding Xiaoqiang's left shoulder halfway. Ding Xiao was shocked and avoided sideways. He was very agile. Gao Yunqing took the palm wind and smiled, "That's good, it's good, very flexible. Have you practiced foreign kung fu before?

"Oh," Ding Xiaoqiang scratched his head with embarrassment, "I just learned a little."

"Who taught you?" Gao Yunqing asked with a smile.

"My grandfather taught it, but unfortunately, I was too young to study hard at that time. I only learned one move and a half." Ding Xiaoqiang lowered his head.

"Did your grandfather give you the knife in your hand before?"

Ding Xiaoqiang hummed and nodded.

"So, why did you leave your grandfather? Where is his old family?" Gao Yunqing frowned and asked.

"Grandpa...he has passed away..." Ding Xiaoqiang lowered his head and stroked his sleeves, and his eyelashes quickly opened and closed a few times, with a faint layer of tears.

Gao Yunqing was silent and meditated for a long time. He seemed to be lost in thought. After a long time, he suddenly smiled and gently patted Ding Xiaoqiang on the shoulder: "Xiaoqiang, let's go out and practice." Turning his head and saying to Su Simman, "Miss Su should be casual, don't be obsessed with everything, just be your own home. There is still charcoal in the hall. Make a fire yourself. I took Xiaoqiang outside to practice.

"Oh, okay." Su Siman answered and swept the empty hall by the way. Sure enough, he saw a wooden frame of black charcoal in the corner of the wind.

The tall and short figures of the two masters and apprentices quickly came to the open space in front of the door. Gao Yunqing asked again, "Xiaoqiang, have you practiced basic skills before? Zamabu or something."

"I have practiced and practiced the top stove. I have been walking and the top stove all day."

"Then, as a teacher, I will begin to teach you some basic essentials of martial arts today. Remember that foreign kung fu is tied to my kung fu, but it is different. You should pay attention to integration to get started quickly. I'll show you the teacher first, and you follow it, okay?"

"I know." I could hear that Ding Xiaoqiang was very excited and his voice trembled a little.

Su Siman smiled secretly while holding charcoal with fire tongs. Ding Xiaoqiang is very easy to learn and can endure hardships. He may become a generation of chivalrous people in the future.

To be honest, Ding Xiaoqiang's decision to dissolve the bandit nest may be to learn art. During that time, every time he took a break, Ding Xiaoqiang pestered Jiahe's philosophy and martial arts. Jiahe was so pestered by him that he could not do it, and he would also teach him three moves and two tricks. Ding Xiaoqiang knows it every time he learns, and after that, he practices diligently. While everyone was resting, he was still practicing and working very hard. Su Siman also asked him why he worked so hard, but Ding Xiaoqiang only scratched his scalp and smiled, and did not answer, or talk about him.

Seeing that the charcoal in the brazier had almost completely covered the fire, Su Siman breathed a sigh of relief and finally stopped. He brought the fan in the kitchen, moved a small bench to sit in front of the brazier, and began to stir up the fire. The red fire was clearly extinguished. It seemed that the harder she fand, the more there were signs of extinguishing. Seeing that the red area of the small fire between the cracks became smaller and smaller, Su Siman was very anxious. At this time, he realized that there might be too much charcoal, which blocked the contact area between the fire and the air, and quickly clamped out a lot of charcoal with fire clamps. But it still doesn't work. It seems that the fire still can't burn. The more she fanned, the faster the fire went out.

Poor, how can a city child who has never known how to turn on and off the air conditioner make a charcoal fire! Although it has been so long since she traveled through another world, it has always been served. It has never her turn to intervene in things such as fire and water. How can she understand! If Ding Xiaoqiang and Gao Yunqing knew that they could not even make fire, it would be really a big deal!

The last little fire was also extinguished. Su Siman looked at the pot of black charcoal helplessly and pulled down his head.

Su Siman walked back and forth in the room with his arms in his arms, thinking about which step he didn't do right. Generally speaking, fanning the wind helps to burn when making a fire. Why did she also put out the fire? What is the crux of the problem? She has been thinking about it for a long time and feels that her theoretical knowledge is correct, but she doesn't know if the operation is wrong?

I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, a surprised voice came to my ears: "Miss Su, didn't I tell you not to be stuck? On such a cold day, you don't have to save charcoal for me. Why don't you make a fire?" Gao Yunqing looked at the fire basin piled with a lot of black charcoal, with these smiles on his face.

"Uh..." Suzman's hands with his arms tightened and his head lowered a lot. "I won't make a fire..."

"Well, I'll make a fire for you." Gao Yunqing didn't laugh at her at all. He turned around and took out the fire folds from the kitchen, took some matches, lit them and put them directly on the charcoal. "That's fine. Miss Su, did you just press the fire with charcoal?

"Uh...yes, how do you know?" Su Siman looked surprised.

"I guessed." Gao Yunqing smiled cunningly, "Once there was someone like you, hehe, you can't make a fire like that."

After saying that, Gao Yunqing clapped his hands and went out again.

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