After lunch, Zhang Lang took thirty selected militiamen and began to load explosives.

With experience the day before yesterday, Zhang Lang reduced the amount of medicine filling a little today. Although some big stones will appear due to insufficient medicine, it is much better than the flying stones that hurt people.

Zhang Lang had personal experience in his previous life. Because the dosage of medicine was too high, the flying stones made a big hole in the wall of a building 200 meters away. Fortunately, it did not hurt anyone.

Another time, a stone that burst out nearly 300 meters and smashed a worker's head into a hole. Thanks to the worker wearing a safety helmet, the quality of the safety helmet was OK, but it was a concussion, otherwise the trouble would be great.

So Zhang Lang has always paid great attention to safety issues. He is the one who comes to work, and it is difficult for him to explain whoever is injured.

Of course, one gun hole per meter will not appear too large under the interaction of explosions. The largest one is just a large stone with a diameter of fifty or sixty centimeters.

After the cannon was fired, Zhang Lang called everyone to finish work and have dinner, which is also a protective measure.

Even if the number is wrong, the possible danger will be minimized after a night.

Zhang Lang did not eat in the village, so he found Qijiawopu and the two village chiefs of the Liu family. "Uncle Dongshan and Brother Haifeng, I originally wanted to drink well with the two, but my master is back. I want to rush to the mountain to have evening class. Let my third uncle and fourth uncle accompany you to drink more."

"The old god is back? Then the relationship is good. Another day, take a bath and fast, and go to the mountain to visit the old god." Qi Dongshan said in surprise.

"The old god is back... Then you go quickly! Don't delay the evening class!" Liu Haifeng urged Zhang Lang to go up the mountain with envy.

Zhang Lang's master, Taoist Qingyuan, has excellent medical skills. He has a headache and fever in the nearby villages. He will go up the mountain to ask Taoist Qingyuan for treatment. Taoist Qingyuan also responds to his requests and never charges any money. However, he will only collect some essential daily necessities such as firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Over time, everyone respectfully called Taoist Master Qingyuan an old god.

When he got home, Tang Feifei was busy making dinner in the kitchen. Her mother and her godmother sat in the yard to do needlework, while her father squatted on the threshold and twitched his eyes.

"Dad, mom, godmother, sister-in-law." Zhang Lang said hello one by one, and asked at his father, "Dad, have my master come today?"

"Here, I've given an injection to your father and prescribed a dose of medicine to take it down tomorrow." Zhang's mother replied.

"Dad, how do you feel after the needle... Are you okay?" Zhang Lang asked with concern.

"You kid... is not that fast, but don't say that the old god is just powerful,? After the needle is pronounced, it's much easier now." Zhang's father took a sip of cigarettes and said happily.

"It's good if it works. If you can't get up to your illness, you have to take care of it slowly. By the way, didn't you let the master show it to your godmother?"

"Why didn't you read it? Not only did you give your godmother's pulse, but your mother also gave you a prescription." Zhang's father replied.

"How is it? My mother and godmother's health are fine, right?" Zhang Lang asked nervously.

The mother passed away early in her previous life due to a cold. This was the eternal pain in Zhang Lang's heart and a heart disease.

But I didn't dare to rush to persuade my mother to go to the city for a physical examination. It is not popular in this era. No one who has no illness or disaster will go to the hospital. If you can resist minor illnesses and disasters, you can resist it.

"It's nothing big, it means that your mother and godmother are weak and need to be properly conditioned." After saying that, Zhang's father said with some remorse: "It's all my father's fault that has dragged your mother down and made your mother suffer so much."

"His father, why do you say this? I'm not suffering at all. Now that the wolf cub is back, I won't do anything in the future. I'll take care of my health and wait to hold my grandson." Zhang's mother comforted Zhang's father, and said and looked at Tang Feifei.

Zhang Lang looked around and said to himself: "This family can't stay anymore, otherwise I won't know what embarrassing words to say later."

"Mom, I'm not having dinner at home, I'm rushing up the mountain to do evening classes." Zhang Lang hurriedly greeted his parents.

He ran to the cellar and took a salted wild boar hind legs and hurriedly left home.

As soon as he stepped onto the mountain road, Zhang Lang couldn't help but start running and jumping. This was a habit that Zhang Lang developed in the past for seven years before joining the army.

Zhang Lang ran and jumped quickly between the mountain roads, rocks and big trees, holding wild boar legs in one hand and wiggling his body to maintain balance with the other.

Zhang Lang couldn't help but wonder whether the master had been reborn, otherwise he would have been able to parkour.

Of course, this is just a joke. Zhang Lang's running and jumping movement has a very noble name, land maneuvering technique. It is a kind of internal kung fu.

Running and jumping can exercise every muscle in the body and exercise the flexibility of the body.

Unlike yesterday, just to rush the road, today Zhang Lang added a lot of leaping and rolling movements for exercise. When he came to the mountain gate, Zhang Lang felt a little sweaty.

"master!"

"Well, the kung fu has not yet fallen." Taoist Qingyuan was cooking in life, looked at Zhang Lang, nodded and said.

"The master taught me Kung Fu, the disciple dare not be lazy." Zhang Lang stepped forward to take over the cooking work, lifted the pot and looked at the stuffy rice in the pot.

"You can continue to practice the kung fu, so don't practice Bajiquan. Follow me to practice health boxing! In the future, just recite scriptures and only do morning classes and evening classes. Please read more books in the room at other times."

"The book in the wing room?" Zhang Lang was curious. Before he joined the army, he was forced to recite the book in the wing room by his master, so why did he let him read it?

"I came back this time and brought it back again. Alas! In a catastrophe, many treasures left by our ancestors were destroyed." Taoist Master Qingyuan shook his head and sighed.

"Master, you have been collecting ancient books over the years, are you?" Zhang Lang was curious about the whereabouts of the master over the years.

Taoist Master Qingyuan smiled and shook his head without saying anything.

Seeing that the master refused to say it, Zhang Lang changed the subject, "How is my father's illness? Is it easy to cure?"

"Your father's disease is a cold paralysis caused by the entry of cold evil into the body. I have already given an injection for your father. If there are Lao Shan ginseng and tiger bones, your father's disease can recover faster and even return to his youthful state." Taoist Master Qingyuan said while stroking his beard.

"Old mountain ginseng? Tiger bone?" Zhang Lang smiled bitterly when he heard this.

There is still somewhere to find this old ginseng, but where can I get the tiger bones? Tigers are first-class protected animals.

In the past, the master had half a tiger bone, but when he was a child, he used up all of them to regulate his body.

Zhang Lang thought, and did not delay cooking in his hands, nor did he use a chopping board. He took a knife to cut thin pieces of wild boar meat on the legs of the boar, and put it in the pot to cover the rice. After the pork covered the rice, Zhang Lang stopped and covered the lid of the pot.

"Master, how many years does Laoshan ginseng need? Is this Laoshan ginseng used with tiger bones?"

"The older the year, the stronger the medicine is. Both the old ginseng and tiger bones are the best. If it really doesn't work, it will be the same."

"Oh!" Zhang Lang let out a long sigh, and Lao Shanzin turned around and looked for his grandfather to think of a solution.
Chapter completed!