Boys are willing to learn martial arts. They are full of fantasies before learning, but after suffering, they may not be able to persevere. Zhao Zhenxing's question is also a test. If Zhao Jin regrets this at this time, Zhao Zhenxing will reason with him and let him continue to persevere.

"I will keep practicing!" Zhao Jin answered firmly, because the sound was a little louder and he took a deep breath, not knowing where the pain was.

Zhao Zhenxing was stunned, and the truth was kept in his stomach, and then he smiled.

With Xiaolan's help, the food was soon placed on the table, a pot of mutton soup, a basket of pancakes, and a few pickled vegetables, which were fragrant and looked very rich.

"Don't wait for your father, just eat first." Seeing his son's tired and miserable appearance, He Cuihua said with distress.

It was a coincidence that as soon as he said this, Zhao Zhentang strode in when he heard the door outside. Zhao Zhentang saw Zhao Jin sitting there with grinning, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile. When he saw Mu Shulan, his expression became cold. The little girl came forward to say hello well.

If it is a child, he will not notice these subtle emotional changes of adults, but Zhao Jin is different. He pays attention to the surroundings and observes the details around him at all times.

Seeing this, Zhao Jin remembered what happened in the past and vaguely remembered that Mu Shulan's family came here, and He Cuihua enthusiastically helped to find a house to live in. Moreover, He Cuihua liked the little girl very much and often took the initiative to let the little girl come for dinner. Mu Shulan's family was busy all day long and seemed to have no time to take care of her. She entrusted the Zhao family with the help of the food and other things to pay for it. She gave some money or some specialties every month, and no one lost money.

However, Zhao Zhentang seemed to have a disgust towards Mu Shulan's family. He even told He Cuihua in private, and Zhao Jin heard it, "What are you doing with his family? Are you not afraid of being involved?" "What's the problem with a little girl? Besides, there are so many people here and there, and there are so many people on it, and our family's small family can't take the turn!"

I didn't understand this conversation at that time, but I still couldn't figure it out now, but Zhao Jin knew that there must be a reason for this, otherwise his father wouldn't be so careful.

Mu Shulan didn't feel anything about Zhao Zhentang's cold face. After Zhao Zhentang and Zhao Zhenxing, He Cuihua sat down one after another, she and Zhao Jin sat down.

"Brother, sister-in-law, Xiao Jin really should practice martial arts. He is a good seedling!" As soon as he sat down, Zhao Zhenxing praised. Zhao Jin's many performances in the morning surprised him, his uncle, and it was really a surprise.

Zhao Zhentang tore up a piece of pancake and said angrily: "It has been practiced from generation to generation, of course it is a good seedling, but what's the use of practicing it well? Eat it!"

Zhao Zhenxing smiled and did not respond. However, Zhao Jin understood one thing. Judging from the knife cutting wooden stakes, his father had a foundation in martial arts, not to mention his uncle. In such a military family, since he had been practicing martial arts from generation to generation, his physical fitness must be similar, and his own learning may be much bigger than ordinary families. It is indeed true to choose this path.

The little girl was also familiar with the Zhao family and was not afraid of being angry at all. She even took the initiative to pick up food and cakes for Zhao Jin, which made Zhao Jin very uncomfortable. However, this action made the Zhao family very happy, and even Zhao Zhentang had a smile on his face.

"Sister-in-law, Xiao Jin needs to practice martial arts, so he can't save it if he eats it. He should stew meat and drink soup for him frequently, otherwise his body will not keep up." Zhao Zhenxing said in a deep voice.

He Cuihua looked at Zhao Jin who was having a big mouthful of food there, and said with a smile: "This child usually eats little, but he eats a lot of food when practicing martial arts."

"If I hadn't been a red parcel, I'd probably be poor by this kid!" Zhao Zhentang always had nothing good to say to Zhao Jin in martial arts practice, but he wouldn't say much.

After eating, the food was so hot that Zhao Jin started fighting with his eyes. If he wanted to put it in the past, He Cuihua should urge him to take a nap, but his uncle Zhao Zhenxing refused and asked Zhao Jin to walk slowly on the street to digest food and could not sit down.

He Cuihua looked heartbroken, and even Zhao Zhentang stared at Zhao Jin. Looking at the expression, he was afraid that if Zhao Jin wanted to complain, he would be able to stop him immediately, but Zhao Jin did not object, drank the last sip of soup, carried himself out of the chair, and went out with the little girl.

Since you want to learn martial arts, then just stick to it. Zhao Jin knew very well. When he walked to the yard, he could hear the comments behind him, "...What a young child, do you really think you can be your daughter-in-law..." "... It's better to put it in our house. Her adults are not at home all day long. Such a good girl is too easy to be targeted by the abductors."

Her parents were really kind-hearted. Zhao Jin thought to himself as he walked, Mu Shulan couldn't be called a beauty or a charming beauty, but there were not many girls like this fair and delicate, and no one at home took care of them. Those who had bad intentions would definitely be targeted.

I don’t know how many families the trafficking of children in that life have harmed. In this era, human traffickers are legal, and children trafficking must be even more rampant.

As the freshness of the morning went away, the training in the afternoon became even more difficult. The time to stand in the horse stance in the afternoon was a little shorter, but the time to carry the wooden box was longer, and Zhao Jin was so tired that he was sweating profusely.

The little girl kept watching such a boring training, and she might not be really interested. In the afternoon, Mu Shulan yawned a few times and rubbed her eyes.

Although Zhao Zhenxing felt that his nephew had good concentration, he was always distracted by an outsider. He once said, "Xiaolan, Xiaojin has to practice for a long time. You go back to bed first!"

After hearing this, the little girl shook her head desperately and said hurriedly: "My father said, you must follow Brother Xiaojin and you cannot walk around alone."

Speaking of this, everyone can understand. I guess Mu Shulan's father was afraid that the child would be abducted at home alone or something, so he simply followed Zhao Jin. Zhao Jin never left home all day long and there was an adult watching, which meant that Mu Shulan was also under supervision.

Since this is the case, Zhao Zhenxing did not insist and directly let Mu Shulan go into the house to sleep.

After sleeping for more than half an hour, Mu Shulan walked out of the room again. This time she became much more energetic and looked at Zhao Jinlian with a smile.

At this moment, Zhao Jin no longer cared about so much, and just gritted his teeth and held on. He hoped that this day could be completed.

Determination and perseverance are enough, but the physical fitness is limited after all. After the sun fell into the city wall, Zhao Jin could no longer hold on to his horse and lay directly on the ground. He scared Mu Shulan next to him and hurried over to support him.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhenxing stood up and returned to the room and took a gourd, handed it to Zhao Jin and said, "Drink it, drink it in a small sip, don't drink it too quickly."

Zhao Jin pulled out the plug on the gourd, took a sip and found it was salt water. He never thought that those who practice martial arts in this era knew to replenish salt.

"To practice here today, let your father relax your muscles and bones in the evening, and come here again tomorrow." Zhao Zhenxing reminded him.

Today, Zhao Zhenxing had prepared a lot of things. If his nephew is afraid of hardship, if he doesn't want to persevere, and if he is crying, Zhao Zhenxing has corresponding methods and great principles. He never thought that Zhao Jin would just grit his teeth and persevere, which made him feel a little ineffective.

Zhao Jin and Mu Shulan walked out of the gate. Zhao Zhenxing cleaned up the things in the yard. He was about to prepare supper, but remembered what Mu Shulan said just now, and walked out of the yard and followed the two children far away.

After one day of practice, his body was not just sore, but he didn't feel anything. Zhao Jin felt that his arms and legs were not his own and he couldn't control them. He walked unsteadily. If Mu Shulan hadn't helped him up, he would have fallen long ago. Under such a feeling, they didn't notice that Zhao Zhenxing was following him.

Walking out of this street, there were more pedestrians on the road. Everyone was a little surprised to see Zhao Jin's condition, but no one meddled with other people. Instead, many people looked at Mu Shulan for a few more times. Zhao Jin also heard someone privately discussing, "Whose child is this, so fair and outstanding."
Chapter completed!