Chapter Eighteen Zeng's Passionate Dwellings

  Zengjiacun, although it is a small village that can't be smaller, with a population of just over 100, as the village chief, still enjoys special privileges.

  In the middle of the village, the largest stone house was Zeng Yu's home. After finishing cleaning that house, the five people walked together towards Zeng Yu's home.

  After arriving home, Zeng Yu hurriedly ordered his wife to cook dinner and especially reminded her to clean up the meat stored at home.

  There used to be a family of four living here, apart from him and his wife, there were also two young children, both still very young, one around ten years old, the other seven or eight.

  "Big dog, second dog, come quickly and call uncle."

  Pointing at Zhao Ji and three others, Zeng Yidao instructed them.

  "Hello, Uncle."

  The two kids were very obedient and said in unison.

  "Okay, okay."

  Zhao Ji nodded repeatedly, with a smile all over his face: "Uncle is out and doesn't have anything on him, so take this bag of compressed biscuits, you two can split it."

  Two little ones stared at the compressed biscuits, with longing in their eyes, but for a moment they didn't dare to take them, and only cast inquiring glances at Zeng Yu.

  "Here you go, don't mention it, Uncle."

  Zeng nodded slightly and said with a serious face.

  "Thank you, uncle."

  Two little boys quickly took over the compressed biscuits, thanked them and ran out with a bounce, still arguing over who owned the biscuits.

  After a while, dinner was ready. The table was filled with large chunks of meat, including chicken, rabbit and pork, which was quite sumptuous.

  Zhao Ji, Ding Dian, Tian Hong, Zeng Yu and Zeng Da Zhuang five people, sat around the table, enjoying dinner, as for Zeng Yu's wife and two children, they were not allowed to come to the table.

  "Hey, Zhao brothers, Mr. Ding and Master Tianhong, aren't they martial artists? I saw them sweeping the floor just now, it's not ordinary."

  One side poured self-brewed wine into the bowls of Zhao Ji, Ding Dian, Tian Hong and Zeng Da Zhuang, while Zeng Yi pretended to say casually.

  If it is said that at the beginning, there was hospitality towards Zhao Qi and the three of them because they were not ordinary people; later, the enthusiasm for Zhao Qi was due to his communication skills; but now, this pretence of calmness is actually being shocked by Ding Dian and Tian Hong's identities as warriors.

  "Not bad, Brother Ding and Master Tianhong are both martial artists, I'm just not as skilled, my strength is far inferior to Brother Ding and Master Tianhong."

  Zhao Ji nodded in agreement.

  Having gained Zhao Ji's recognition, Zeng Yu and Zeng Dazhuang's eyes suddenly flashed with shock, their expressions greatly changed. They exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away, as if they had done something wrong.

  "Come, Zhao brothers, Mr. Ding, Master Tianhong, drink up this bowl, welcome to Zengjiacun as our guests."

  Zeng Yu picked up his bowl and invited Zhao Ji and the others to join him.

  "Haha, Zeng Da Ge is too polite, come on, let's drink up this bowl."

  Zhao burst out laughing and raised his bowl in a toast.

  This dinner, the five of them ate with great relish, drinking wine to their heart's content, a whole table full of meat dishes was swept clean, and several large jars of wine were also drunk, among which Zhao Ji, Ding Dian, and Tian Hong consumed the most.

  After having enough wine and food, Zeng You and Zeng Da Zhuang carried three quilts, accompanied by Zhao Ji, Ding Dian, and Tian Hong, and returned to that empty house again.

  No words, Zhao Ji slept very soundly. When he woke up, he only felt refreshed and invigorated. Going out the door, breathing in the fresh air outside, his spirit was even more shaken. If it weren't for his stomach being a bit hungry, he would be in top condition, full of energy and magic.

  In the morning time, it can't be wasted. The entrance is so spacious that Zhao Ji directly started various fist methods, starting with Tai Chi Fist.

  After cultivating the Divine Light Sutra and the Easy Tendon Classic, Zhao Ji gained inner energy. His understanding of Bajiquan, Taijiquan and Baguazhang also deepened greatly.

  Zhao Ji was very diligent, and Ding Dian was just as tireless as Tian Hong. They practiced their fist techniques in the empty space in front of the house. Ding Dian was okay, his footwork wasn't particularly outstanding, but Tian Hong was different. He mastered several Shaolin ultimate skills, such as Luohan Fist and Daligangshou.

  Zhao Ji's commotion here attracted almost everyone in the village, a group of children and adults surrounded him from a distance.

  An hour later, the sky was bright, and Zhao Ji, Ding Dian, and Tian Hong's cultivation also came to an end. At this time, Zhao Ji slightly sweated.

  After the three of them finished their work, Zeng Yi walked out from the crowd of onlookers with a smile all over his face and said to the three of them: "Brother Zhao, Mr. Ding, Master Tianhong, let's go have some breakfast."

  "Alright, thank you, Uncle Zeng."

  Zhao Ji didn't mince words and directly agreed.

  The four of them left together, and the villagers who were watching also dispersed. When they arrived at Zeng's home, a steaming hot breakfast was already laid out on the table.

  Breakfast was not as sumptuous as last night's dinner, it was a pot of meat porridge. Zhao Ji knew that this was already the best breakfast Zeng Yi could prepare. After all, under normal circumstances, the villagers of Zengjia Village did not eat breakfast.

  After breakfast, Zhao Ji asked after a short rest: "Zeng Big Brother, is there anyone in the village who can hunt?"

  "Yes, there are still many. What's up, Brother Zhao?"

  Once dwelled inquisitive inquiry.

  "I want to go hunting, can Big Brother Zeng arrange for a villager to be our guide?"

  Zhao Ji said.

  "No problem."

  Zeng Yu happily agreed and replied: "Dazhuang is a great hunter, the best in our village. I think I'll go with Dazhuang to hunt with you guys."

  Zeng's painful expression made Zhao extremely satisfied, and he smiled slightly: "I didn't expect Big Brother Zuo to be so fierce. Alright then, let Big Brother Zuo be our guide. However, we don't need two guides, so you can stay behind, Older Brother Zeng."

  "How can that be? As the village chief of Zengjia Village, it's my duty to treat guests well. Moreover, as an elder brother, I also cannot not go."

  He had been emotional and disagreed with what was said.

  He hesitated for a moment and saw that Zeng's attitude was very resolute. Zhao Ji had no choice but to back down, agreeing reluctantly.

  Humans are social animals and cannot be isolated from the world. Some hermits may be able to do so, but Zhao Ji cannot, he must interact with people.

  Only, when his strength was insufficient, Zhao Ji did not dare to go to some prosperous towns and cities. Once he encountered danger, he didn't even have the power to protect himself. Therefore, Zengjiacun became the best choice for temporary residence.

  To live in Zengjia Village for a long time, you need to consider some food and clothing, housing and transportation. Other aspects are easy to say, but only eating can't be sloppy. As a martial artist, I don't want to drag down the speed of my practice, and sufficient meat is indispensable.

  Although Zhao Ji was very enthusiastic about hosting him for various reasons, and might not mind taking care of their daily meals, a sumptuous feast like last night's would absolutely not happen many times, so Zhao Ji must take matters into his own hands to live a comfortable life.

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