Compared to their anxiety, Tang Ning ate a bowl of vegetarian rice, plus a sweet potato and half a bowl of vegetable soup. The worst thing was that he ate the vegetarian rice while smelling the aroma of barbecue.

So even though she was full, she still felt that she had a piece of meat missing, and her mouth was as smelly as if it was not very good.

After dinner, the man went to the field, and the woman also went to work on other things. There was only the boy and her in the room. There was nothing to do when they were idle. She asked, "Is there anything I need to do? I can help."

"Help? Forget it! Look at what you can do with your delicate hands and feet? You can go around, I have to chop the woods, and I will go to the mountain later."

Seeing that the young man was about to chop firewood, Tang Ning smiled and said, "I can chop firewood, I'll help you!" As he said that, he stepped forward and took his big axe, arranged the wooden blocks and cut them down.

"You can't do this, you have to aim...accurate."

Seeing that he didn't even aim, the boy lifted up the axe and chopped it down. He quickly shouted, wanting to teach him to aim and then chop it. Unexpectedly, the axe that seemed to be slashing casually actually split the wooden block.

For a moment, he was a little stunned, looked at the little monk strangely, and muttered: "Can this random chopping hit the target?"

"Click!"

The second piece of wood was also split, picked up and put it in, and then cut it into small pieces, almost as big as pieces, without a single axe, it was cut in the air.

Even if he was stupid, the young man knew that this was not something that could be hit by luck. So he looked at the monk and asked, "Are you chopping wood in the temple?" Look at this posture, one chopping and one by one, and I don't know how long it has been practicing.

"The person who chopped wood?" Tang Ning was stunned, and his eyebrows curled up and laughed: "It's almost the same!" She chopped wood less, so she cut more people!

"I can't tell that it's amazing. I really underestimate you." The young man said, helping to put the firewood in place. As a result, the firewood was much faster when he put it on and off. In a short while, he chopped all the firewood piled up in the corner of the yard.

Tang Ning put the axe back and asked, "Is there anything else I need to do? I can help."

"No, no, let's go, I'll take you to see Uncle De teach the children in the village to practice martial arts." The young man shouted, signaling him to follow, and walked out quickly.

Practice martial arts?

Tang Ning followed her curiously and walked around the village. The villagers greeted her friendly. Until they arrived at that empty place, they saw more than 20 children aged between five and fifteen and were following a middle-aged man, with a sound of hey drinking.

"drink!"

"Hey!"

"Drink!"

The children were gesticulating and were learning seriously.

"You must punch quickly, be strong, not soft, and be steadily. The horse stance under your feet is firm. Over there, He Xiaopang, straighten your waist, and retract your stomach. Yes, inhale and raise your head and chest!"

The middle-aged man held a bamboo in his hand, sometimes patting this calves, sometimes lifting that arm, guiding them to practice martial arts in the most standard posture.
Chapter completed!