The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 42 Winter Fishing
On December 16th, a red sun rose from the sea level, sparkling, and contrasted with the fiery clouds in the sky, creating a beautiful picture.

"one two three four."

"one two three four."

A loud call was sounded, and three hundred servants wearing black padded jackets and sheepskin boots ran around the fort, round and round.

It has been like this every day since half a month ago. At the beginning, the people in Jingbian Fort were watching it in wonder and talking and laughing, but now they are used to it.

A full half month has passed. In the beginning, I was out of breath and gasping for breath after running one lap. Now, running five laps with a weight of 20 kilograms is no problem.

"Iron Shirt is a body-building exercise that specifically strengthens one's tendons and bones and increases one's strength. It is also a way to withstand beatings."

"If you want to practice Iron Shirt well, you must first learn how to stand in a horse stance, just like riding a horse, and transform the food you eat into qi and blood."

"During this period, the more you eat and the longer you stand in the stance, the better the effect will be. If everyone of you becomes a glutton, congratulations, you have entered the stage of standing practice."

After the warm-up, Shen Yuanliang stood on the platform, using the stone as a demonstration, and carefully explained the key points of the first level of "Iron Shirt", trying to make it easy to understand so that everyone could understand.

The "Iron Shirt" that was improved by the bronze tripod has a total of four layers, corresponding to the skin, flesh, tendons and bones, which are the ninth to sixth levels of martial arts.

Although Shen Yuanliang did not care about sectarianism and did not hide the martial arts secrets in his hands, he would not be so generous as to publish the complete "Iron Shirt".

That's not being generous, that's being stupid!
The current Shenjiawu Fort has little resources. Apart from the money in his hands, Shen Yuanliang uses the "Iron Shirt" in his hand to firmly control everyone.

If you want the second level of "Iron Shirt" skills, then you can exchange them for merits, or use your own loyalty. This is an open conspiracy, and also a "carrot" tied in front of everyone.

An hour later, more than 300 servants were sweating profusely, with beads of sweat the size of beans flowing from their foreheads. They looked like buns in a steamer, steaming and emitting white smoke.

Even so, no one dared to relax. They all gritted their teeth and persevered, cherishing this hard-earned opportunity, even if their faces were grim and their calves were trembling.

Blood is the mother of Qi, and when blood is sufficient, Qi will be strong.

With strong energy and blood circulating throughout the body, the biting cold wind was nothing to them. Many people even exposed their breasts, revealing their gradually firming chests, no longer looking skinny as before.

"Take a break and go fishing later!"

At Shen Yuanliang's signal, many servants breathed a sigh of relief, their minds suddenly relaxed, and they felt light as if they were walking on cotton.

No pain No gain.

Practicing martial arts is also very hard. Before many young warriors leave the mountains, they have to stay in the mountains for ten years, forgetting to eat and sleep, and practicing diligently.

There is no need to say much about the qualifications of the 300 servants in front of them. Most of them are ordinary. In addition, they started practicing martial arts late. If they want to reach the rank as soon as possible, how can they not fight?
"Shitou, arrange for someone to bring out the fishing nets and reels that were prepared a few days ago."

When everyone had rested, Shen Yuanliang looked at the sky and saw that it was another sunny day. He gave instructions slowly.

No. 300 servants will start training martial arts from today. Rice alone is not enough, they also need sufficient meat to replenish the body's consumption. Otherwise, they will over-exploit the body's potential and it will all be in vain when they get old.

As the old saying goes, live by the mountain, eat from the mountain; live by the sea, eat from the sea.

Jingbian Fort is located in the southern part of Liaoning, with the Bohai Sea to the west. The huge Bohai Sea is an inexhaustible treasure trove, and it depends on whether you can discover its value. Further north, in the Chagan Lake area, in order to obtain food, people took great pains to dig ice holes in extremely cold weather and use fishing nets for winter fishing.

With Chagan Lake’s winter fishing having come before, how could Shen Yuanliang not learn from it?

"Are they going to fish? The sea is frozen, how can they fish?"

Seeing Shen Yuanliang and his group from afar, the long fishing net, the huge reel, and the snorting horses, Zhu Guangyun, a tall and thin middle-aged man, puffed on the pipe in his hand and asked in confusion.

"You can still fish when it's frozen. I heard that in some places, when you fish in winter, the catch piles up like a hill, and there are so many fish that you can't eat them all."

Shi Dongqing, a short, sallow-faced young man standing nearby, gathered his sleeves, shrank his neck, and said with envy.

Southern Liaoning is located outside the Great Wall, and every winter is very difficult to endure, commonly known as the gate of hell. Not only does it face food shortages, but it also has to endure extremely cold weather. Many people either starve to death or freeze to death.

The young man had heard about fishing in winter from others, but unfortunately he was alone and without the right tools, so he could only sigh in despair.

"I wonder when the Shen family will recruit servants again? I really envy them. Not only can they practice martial arts, but they also have plenty of fish, meat and rice every day. Their life is more comfortable than that of a landlord."

Shi Dongqing, a young man who was breathing heavily, rubbing his hands, jumping up and down to warm up his body, spoke next, his eyes full of longing.

"They risked their lives for this. Good fellow! A few days ago, more than a thousand bandits went straight to Shenjiawubao. It was so huge and terrifying."

"I heard that they are bandits from Gaizhou. They are evil and murderous. Wherever they go, no one is left alive. The government has launched several encirclement and suppression operations but to no avail."

Zhu Guangyun, a middle-aged man, picked up his pipe and knocked it on the sole of his shoe a few times to shake off the ashes. He thought of the scene a few days ago and couldn't help but show a look of fear on his face. It was a close call.

"No matter how vicious he is, he will still be eliminated by Lord Shen in a few moves."

Speaking of this, a crazy idea suddenly arose in Shi Dongqing's mind, that is, he must surrender to Shen Yuanliang, even if it was just to be a "soldier" under him.

After a cup of tea, a large group of people passed through Shen Yuanliang's former home, and hundreds of people poured into the thick ice.

"Shitou, take your men and use ice picks to carve out a main hole ten feet long and three feet wide, and then carve out a similar exit hole over there."

"Between the two cave entrances, extend outward along both sides, and dig a small hole every three meters. Everyone, be careful and don't fall into the ice hole."

"Xiao Changgui, Bai Dazhuang, install the wheel 20 to 30 feet away from the exit. Oh, and check the horseshoes to prevent the horses from slipping on the ice."

He looked up at the wide ice surface, stamped his feet to test the thickness of the ice, and after a little thought, Shen Yuanliang made arrangements in an orderly manner.

Everyone does their own thing and everything is in order.

"Boom!"

On the hard ice surface, ice chips were everywhere. Dozens of strong men holding ice picks dug out large holes in the ice in a short while, and a lively winter fishing scene unfolded.

(End of this chapter)