Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 7 Planning
That night, Yang Jing lay on his bed at home, facing the blackened beams of the room, with a hard bed board covered with two layers of coarse cloth mattresses beneath him.

Although we had meat for the rare treat tonight, none of the family members were happy; some could only force a smile.

The pressure from Feng Lei and Master Ning behind him was like a mountain pressing down on the Yang family.

Although my uncle's family had some connections with the steward of the Ning family, the master of the Ning family was a notorious miser. Even though the Ning family was wealthy, it was unlikely that they would contribute more than a few taels of silver.

Thinking about this, Yang Jing's brows furrowed slightly.

Aside from this incident, Yang Jing felt the closeness shown by his aunt and cousin Yang An during his recent trip home.

Actually, my uncle's family are all honest people.

However, the original owner of this body had a high opinion of herself and rarely had contact with her uncle's family, who lived in poverty, so she didn't know much about them.

After Yang Jing slightly changed his attitude last time, his aunt responded immediately. After Hei Zi was kicked to death, his aunt left the dog meat behind, intending to wait for Yang Jing to return before eating it. No one could eat it if Yang Jing didn't return.

In addition, Yang Jing guessed that his cousin Yang An must also have the aptitude for martial arts. In just half a month, Yang An had become more muscular than before, which showed that the training was very effective.

As Yang Jing pondered these things, his eyelids grew heavy, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

Yang Jing took one tael of silver and one hundred and thirty coins from his home, then bid farewell to his family and returned to the county town.

He knew very well that the most important thing right now was to practice martial arts.

Whether for the sake of the family or for one's own long-term development, practicing martial arts is of utmost importance.

In this increasingly chaotic world, only one's own strength is the foundation of everything.

Only by possessing strong abilities can one protect oneself, one's loved ones, and everything one wants to protect.

This principle applies both in this world and on Earth, in Yang Jing's previous life.

In order not to delay his martial arts practice, Yang Jing walked very fast.

Returning home this time, the situation at home filled him with a strong sense of urgency.

Along the way, he saw raggedly dressed refugees, and some villages even arranged for people to prevent these refugees from entering the village.

The world is in chaos now, and the harvest is bad. Many people can't even feed themselves, let alone have extra food to give to these refugees.

While traveling, Yang Jing was also quickly thinking of a solution.

The market price for two mu of superior land is between twelve and fifteen taels of silver. In the past, superior land even sold for as high as ten taels of silver per mu.

Even though land prices have fallen, it's really outrageous that Master Ning would only offer six taels of silver to buy the Yang family's two acres of prime land.

Moreover, the Yang family now only has these last two acres of arable land left.

If we sell them off like this, we can barely make ends meet this year. But if next year's harvest is just as bad, starvation is not a simple matter.

According to Yang Jing, there are already some villages in Yuhe County where people have starved to death, and there are even more refugees who have died from starvation or disease.

"Can't delay."

Yang Jing narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.

Thinking about what my family has been going through recently, a surge of anger rose in my chest.

When Yang Jing arrived at the martial arts school in Chengpingfang, there were already more than ten disciples practicing their qi and blood and refining their moves.

Without saying hello to anyone, he took off his shirt, went shirtless, and found a spacious spot in the yard to lift the stone weight.

The master of the martial arts school, Sun Yong, once said that if you first temper your qi and blood before formally practicing martial arts, you will make faster progress.

After tempering his qi and blood, Yang Jing began practicing the "Crushing Mountain Fist".

His physical constitution was ordinary, so his cultivation speed was naturally not fast. However, thinking about the powerful effects of the panel, he practiced with great dedication, unlike some disciples who had lost confidence in breaking through to the Ming Jin realm and were perfunctory and lazy.

During this time, the fourth senior brother Liu Maolin came over and gave Yang Jing some pointers, and even personally sparred with Yang Jing.

Yang Jing also had a very good impression of this good-tempered senior.

After his fourth senior brother left, Yang Jing practiced the Mountain-Crushing Fist alone until noon, when he finally left the martial arts school. He went directly to the West Market and spent 104 coins to buy two catties of horse meat from a butcher shop. The horse meat was 2 coins more expensive per catty at noon than in the evening.

Then Yang Jing took the two catties of horse meat he bought back to his residence in Datongfang.

Martial arts training largely focuses on cultivating qi and blood, and dietary supplements are an important way to nourish qi and blood.

There are several wealthy young men in the martial arts school who are said to eat meat that is different from ordinary meat, which is said to be extremely beneficial for nourishing blood and qi.

Back in his room, Yang Jing started stewing meat, and the aroma of the meat quickly filled the air.

Yang Jing ate half of the horse meat and left the other half in the pot to eat later that evening.

Feeling the warmth emanating from his body, Yang Jing didn't delay and immediately began practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist in his room.

During the break, he ran straight to the martial arts school in Chengpingfang.

Practicing in a martial arts school is much better than practicing in a cramped room. First, it's spacious; second, it has a good atmosphere; and third, and most importantly, there are people to guide you.

After all, money was spent, and once the strength was developed, one could truly become a disciple of Sun Yong and a formal student.

As instructed by the school master Sun Yong, if you encounter something you don't understand while practicing martial arts, you should first ask your senior brother Xu Hong. Only if your senior brother still doesn't understand can you ask him.

However, when Yang Jing encountered confusion in martial arts training, he would often ask his fourth senior brother Liu Maolin for help. After all, compared to the stern and unsmiling senior brother Xu Hong, the gentle Liu Maolin was much easier to approach.

During his afternoon martial arts practice, Yang Jing could vaguely sense that his progress was faster than in the morning, and he realized that this was because he had eaten a pound of horse meat at noon.

Yang Jing practiced until 3:45 PM, which is 4:30 PM on Earth, before slowly stopping and calming his breathing.

After adjusting himself, Yang Jing walked to the courtyard wall, picked up the shirt there, and was about to put it on and leave.

"Junior Brother Yang, why are you leaving so early today?"

At this moment, Liu Maolin, the fourth senior brother, who was not far away, saw Yang Jing about to leave and asked in confusion.

He had witnessed the changes that had taken place in Yang Jing during this time.

Although Liu Maolin didn't know why Yang Jing had suddenly become so focused on martial arts training, even to the point of being somewhat fanatical, he was very happy for Yang Jing regarding this change.

Having spent many years at the Sun Family Martial Arts School, Liu Maolin had seen countless disciples, including many like Yang Jing, who came from rural farming families and whose families had paid a heavy price to raise the tuition fees for becoming disciples.

Although developing strength is extremely difficult, there is always a glimmer of hope if one practices diligently. However, if one diverts their energy to other matters, even that glimmer of hope will be lost.

In Liu Maolin's eyes, Yang Jing used to be like this, his energy was distracted by trivial matters, and he did not put all his energy into practicing martial arts.

Some time ago, Yang Jing had a falling out with Lü Yang, Zhang Kehan, and Zhou Lin, and then devoted himself to martial arts training. Liu Maolin saw all of this.

"Fourth Senior Brother, something's come up at home, I have to go back," Yang Jing said, putting on his shirt.

"I see," Liu Maolin nodded slightly and said, "There are quite a few refugees outside the city now, and they are causing trouble frequently. Be careful on the road."

"I understand, thank you, Fourth Senior Brother." Yang Jing nodded in response, and then left the Sun Family Martial Arts School.

Yang Jing did not return to his residence in Datongfang. Instead, he headed south along Zhuque Avenue, leaving the city and heading towards Wazi Township.

The sun hung low in the west, casting a long shadow of Yang Jing and gilding the official road with a pale gold hue.

As Yang Jing walked towards Wazi Township, he summoned his control panel and looked at his cultivation progress displayed on it.

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Yang Jing nodded slightly.

Although his martial arts progress was somewhat slow due to his inherent limitations, he was steadily moving forward.

Most importantly, compared to others, Yang Jing did not face any extremely dangerous or difficult bottlenecks.

Once you cultivate to the limit, you will naturally achieve a breakthrough.

Thinking as I traveled.

An hour later, Yang Jing arrived at Fenglou Village in Wazi Township.

(End of this chapter)