Running on the bamboo plaque exercises the body's coordination and balance ability. The bamboo plaque is not fixed. Although it contains more than 100 kilograms of millet, it will still shake continuously when running. It requires speed and body shaking. On the first day of practice, the body will inevitably be difficult to coordinate. The old Taoist master did not tell Zhang Jiaohua any skills, and his enthusiasm is to practice more.

That night, Zhang Jiaohua was running repeatedly on the bamboo plaque in his dream. The sand tied to his feet became heavier and heavier, and the millet in the bamboo plaque became less and less. Because there were only more than one hundred kilograms of millet in total, half a month later, the bamboo plaque was empty, and Zhang Jiaohua's feet had already listed more than 30 kilograms. Not to mention that it was on bamboo plaques, it was difficult for ordinary people to run on flat ground. Zhang Jiaohua also had to speed up and tilt his body as much as possible to prevent the bamboo plaque from being trampled. However, at the back, it was not as difficult as the first time Zhang Jiaohua's physical balance ability was trained on bamboo plaques.

It took more than half a month for Zhang Jiaohua to hear the sound of a rooster crowing in his dream and then opened his eyes.

Zhang Jiaohua got up and immediately went to the wooden stakes outside to practice a stick of incense. By this time, the pile exercises seemed to be of little use, but Zhang Jiaohua still insisted on it every day. After practicing this, Zhang Jiaohua found a bamboo plaque from his home and placed it directly in the main hall. Then he brought a load of millet from the barn and filled the bamboo plaque. Then he used two snakeskin bags to pack sand and tied it to his legs, and started running on the bamboo plaque.

The first time he ran, he fell off the bamboo plaque in a few steps. Although he had been practicing in his dream for more than half a month, in reality, his consciousness and his body were not able to coordinate. When he fell down, Zhang Jiaohua subconsciously hid next to him, as if there was an old Taoist master holding a bamboo stick standing next to him.

When I went up, I needed to start a few steps and had a certain speed before I could balance it on it. After all, the width of the frame of the bamboo plaque was only a little bit. If I stood there, I would fall down immediately. But after running a few steps, I stepped on it. As soon as my body tilted, I immediately rushed into the bamboo plaque. My body penetrated into the valley, and my whole body was covered with millet. There were various fine thorns on the rice, which were stuck to my body, which was not comfortable at all.

Zhang Jiaohua got up and shook the rice on his body. The rice on his body kept falling and sprinkling all over the floor. However, Zhang Jiaohua was not worried that the rice would be wasted. He had to feed chickens and ducks every day. If it fell to the ground, he could sweep it over to eat it later. Zhang Jiaohua didn't notice that there was still a lot of rice sticking to his hair. He was already standing in front of the bamboo plaque and was about to start and go to the bamboo plaque.

He rushed up in a long step, then ran quickly on the bamboo plaque, staring at the frame of the bamboo plaque, and running constantly under his feet. This time, Zhang Jiaohua seemed to have found a little feeling, and his body seemed to begin to coordinate with consciousness. The stance practice he practiced every day was still very useful, and he could exercise the coordination between consciousness and body. After a circle, Zhang Yaohua had adapted to this rhythm, but his physical strength was consumed very quickly. After running for more than ten rounds, his breath began to become messy, and his clothes began to be wet with sweat beads gushing out of his body.

As the breath became chaotic, Zhang Jiaohua's feet quickly became chaotic. He staggered and fell off the bamboo plaque. He sat directly on the bamboo plaque frame and kept gasping.

Fortunately, Jinhu and others were supporting him, otherwise Zhang Jiaohua would have fallen to the ground. Jinhu and others had already seen that Zhang Jiaohua could not hold on anymore, and at the moment Zhang Jiaohua fell, he quickly supported Zhang Yaohua.

The sun came out, and through the gaps between the tiles, light columns appeared in the main hall, and a flat circle could be seen on the wall.

Zhang Jiaohua went to take a shower, changed into clean clothes, got breakfast, and went to school with his schoolbag.

"Beggar, beggar." The mute chased after him from behind.

Zhang Yaohua did not stop and wait, nor did she slow down, allowing the mute to catch up quickly behind her.

"You're walking too fast. I'm almost running and dying." The mute ran over and complained a little.

"I'm walking slowly." Zhang Yaohua said disdainfully.

"I envy you so much. No one cares about you at home alone. If you want to watch TV, you can watch TV. No one cares about how long I watch it. If I watch TV for a while, my parents scolded me half to death." The mute was very upset.

"Then you'll leave the family with your parents. You can support yourself in the future. You cook and wash your own clothes, farm and feed chickens and ducks..." Zhang Jiaohua listed some of the things he had done these days, and immediately left the mute speechless.

The mute grabbed his head, "Why do I separate my family and have been with you, okay?"

"Not good." Zhang Yaohua immediately refused decisively.

"Then forget it. If I split up with my parents, I will starve to death in a few days." The mute thought about it and thought that the consequences were quite serious.

When Zhang Yaohua arrived at school, she took out the book from her schoolbag and started reading. This book was so attractive to him.

Days just passed day by day, and a month passed in a blink of an eye. In February, the weather warmed up, and the peach blossoms bloomed in the village, and Meiziao turned into a pink world.

The plan for the year is spring. The early rice grain planting needs to be planted and various crops need to be cultivated. Zhang Jiaohua is a very strong child. Originally, Zhang Youping planned to plant all the land for his father Zhang Manyin and his elder brother Zhang Youlian. However, Zhang Jiaohua left a mu of paddy fields next to the house. The vegetable field also left a row of land at the east end of the house.

Zhang Manyin came to Zhang Jiaohua's house in the evening, "Beggar, this acre of paddy fields, either do this, the fields, grandpa planted for you, and harvested millet is yours. Do you think it's good?"

Zhang Yaohua shook her head, "I can plant it myself."

"I didn't say you can't plant it. Are you still young now? Grandpa helps you plant it. When you grow up, you will help your plant it in the future. We are considered changing jobs." Zhang Manyin knew that his grandson was stubborn, so he could only try to get him to agree.

"No, I will help you when you get old in the future. But I don't need you to help now. Tomorrow is Sunday, so you can take me to the seed company to buy grain seeds. Looking back, just tell me how to raise seedlings." Zhang Jiaohua insisted on doing it himself.

"The paddy fields have not been plowed yet, will I help you plow the land?" Zhang Manyin smiled bitterly.

"No. I can do it myself." Zhang Jiaohua still shook his head.

At this moment, Zhang Manyin couldn't help but get angry, "This is not OK, that is not OK. It seems like grandpa owes you what he owes you. Forget it, just do whatever you want, I don't care about you."
Chapter completed!