C230
C230
"Ah?" Just four hours of sleep? " Many people cried out in grief.
They usually did not wake up until noon!
However, this also made those who wanted to talk big immediately go to bed. It was only four hours, if they didn't sleep well on the second day, it would be even more tiring.
However, they didn't expect this.
Zhao Feng had only slept for three hours. Just as five o'clock, he got up and went to the New Moon Mountain to retrieve a sufficient number of chicken and duck geese.
After he was done, Zhao Feng looked at the sea level, and gazed at the sky that gradually brightened up. He clenched his fists to feel the growth of his body's power, and laughed lightly as he sat down on the beach with all sorts of crafty movements.
"Hu ?"
After he finished his first action, he looked at his stopwatch and smiled to himself, "Thirteen seconds. Good progress."
After a day of training, Zhao Feng could also persevere from five seconds to thirteen seconds. Although it was only for a short six seconds, Zhao Feng could feel his strength increasing, the range was not small.
"Eh? big brother Feng, are you up already? "
Ah Hu woke up from his daze, and saw that Zhao Feng was training by himself. In the end, this still caused him to be a little shocked, and he sighed in his heart about the degree of effort big brother Feng had put in.
"Mm, it's about time. Get everyone up and start training after breakfast." Zhao Feng said as he continued to practice.
"Alright." Zhao Hu nodded and went to the toilet at the side. When he came back, he called out one tent at a time:
"It's time, get up. Hurry, the big brother Feng has already prepared everything for us, hurry up and get up."
When they saw that Zhao Feng was still training, many people became silent, as though they were fighting in their hearts. When they saw that the food was almost cooked, they were moved, and their admiration for Zhao Feng grew even stronger.
Roughly five minutes later, everyone finished packing. Zhao Feng came over with a head full of sweat, and after having breakfast with everyone, Zhao Feng had everyone measure their strength with a strength measuring device.
The result made Zhao Feng very satisfied. Other than the six girls who had low strength, the rest of them had all met the requirements for him to join the army, especially Xu Yong, Ah Hu and the others, who had all broken through 100 kilograms. It seemed that the three of them had pretty good aptitude.
At the same time, Zhao Feng felt that after yesterday's training, the strength of all these people had increased by more than thirty percent. Of course, this was also because the Yang Qing had improved their physiques.
"Everyone, stand according to your positions from yesterday. The first group will have 2000 pushups. Begin!"
Just like this, Zhao Feng decided to increase his training.
From his conversation with Zhang Han, Zhao Feng had learnt that under the nourishment of the Yang Qing, if one could endure the pain of a highly trained person, it would take only a few days to become a bright force.
And this was even under the situation where there were less resources available. There were only Yang Qing s, and no other spiritual treasure s, so they could not directly advance into the bright force like Zhao Feng had done.
It made Zhao Feng feel that this was like a hundred meter sprint, one leap into bright force, and after that, the effects of this kind of training would be greatly reduced. After all, the effects of Yang Qing s were limited, and it was impossible for any level of people to drink it with a high effect.
This also allowed Zhao Feng to make a set of preparations. After spending a week here, after advancing to the bright force, he would begin other training, rules, etiquette, knowledge of foreign languages, professional firearms, investigation, disguise, and so on. What Zhao Feng wanted to do was to make everyone surpass the level of a weapon king!
Not to mention the intense training on the beach.
Shang Jing and Zhou Fei disguised themselves and left the hotel with the help of the toad sunglasses.
"Elder Sister Yan, should we go eat some breakfast?" Zhou Fei asked.
"No need, I have no appetite. Let's just go over. We'll eat at noon. If you're hungry, I'll accompany you." Zi Yan replied softly.
"Then I'll eat lunch with you. It's always the brother-in-law's meal. I really can't get used to it outside." Zhou Fei shook his head and laughed bitterly.
Zi Yan was dressed very neatly today, with short white sleeves, wearing light blue jeans and angry jeans. The jeans wrapped tightly around her skin, revealing her two long legs very vividly, and her hair was a relatively simple ponytail.
This appearance made him appear lighter and more lively.
Zhou Fei was even simpler. He was dressed in sports clothes and his hair was draped over his head.
Even so, when two fresh and beautiful women walked on the street, they still attracted a lot of attention. From the little cheeks Zi Yan leaked, people could tell that she was definitely a great beauty.
Zhou Fei stopped a taxi at the side of the street and the two entered into the back seat.
"Two hundred and thirty-four East Division."
"Alright!" The driver, a middle-aged man in his forties, started the car after hearing that. He looked at the rearview mirror when the lights went off and said with a smile, "Are the two beauties planning to buy a clay sculpture?"
"How do you know?" Zhou Fei was slightly taken aback.
"Haha, I've been in Shang Jing for ten years to rent a place, so of course I know a lot." The driver smiled and started the car.
"Oh, oh." Zhou Fei nodded.
"Two hundred and thirty-four East Branch Road. It should be the Sheng Yuan Mud Shop, right?" The driver said after thinking for a while.
"Yes, we made an appointment yesterday. We were planning to go over and make clay figurines." Zi Yan answered, the beautiful voice made the driver startled.
The gift Zi Yan was preparing to bring back this time was a clay figurine.
Speaking of clay figures, Zhang was the most popular in the north. It was said that he was extremely skilled, and only needed to talk to people from the opposite side. He fought on the ground, did not make a sound, and in a blink of an eye, formed a human face, which was not only lifelike but also lifelike.
The clay sculpture art is an ancient and common folk art in Chinese folk tradition, that is, a kind of folk handicraft which uses clay sculpture to make various images.
Zi Yan planned to produce her, Mengmeng and ? Zhang Han would definitely like the colorful sculpture that he saw in the New Moon Mountain. Furthermore, Zi Yan reckoned that Zhang Han would probably like it too.
On the way to the dining hall yesterday, Zi Yan had looked into the place where the Shang Jing was producing the colored plastics. After finding out that the Shengyuan clay sculpture store was a very famous shop, she made an appointment to go there to make it this morning.
At this time, when the driver heard Zi Yan's words, he became silent, his expression flashed a hint of hesitation, but in the end, he shook his head and laughed: "Actually, sometimes the things in a big shop might not be the best."
"Oh? Does Master know a good place to make clay statues? " Zhou Fei reacted quickly, he knew that the driver had something to say, and so he asked.
It's just that the owner is over seventy years old. In terms of clay sculpture, he is a master, and a few years ago, there were many people who asked him to be their manager. Some people even set a rule for him to only act four times a month, but he said that he was old and did not want to leave the store, so he was rejected.
"Why did you reject such a good treatment?" Zhou Fei asked curiously.
"Because..." At this time, the driver's face showed a hint of bitterness, "That small shop is the place where he and his wife live. I heard that the store was opened by him and his wife together, up to a certain point in time, decades of trials and hardships, with his wife dying seven years ago. That is a painful memory for the old man, and even his children tried to take him away, but they never succeeded.
With that said, Zi Yan's mind shook and he muttered:
"Never left ?"
In her mind, there was a deeply moved look in her beautiful eyes. These four simple words revealed the kind of love story that could make one cry. She did not envy those young and exemplary couples, but rather those people who could grow old together.
"We'll go there." Zi Yan said with a firm tone as he looked outside the window.
"Alright." The driver acknowledged and sped up.
When they reached the East Side, the driver drove into the back alley. At the back, there was a courtyard area, and on the outer street, he stopped in front of a bungalow with a slush Lyu River sign.
"We're here, you guys can go in directly. The old master's surname is Liu, you can just call him Master Liu." The driver said.
"Alright, I'll give you the money. There's no need to look for it." Zhou Fei immediately handed over a fifty dollar bill, and both of them got off the car.
Walking into the shop, it was as if they were back in the nineties. The furnishings, furniture and furnishings inside were all rather old.
At the innermost corner, an old man was sitting on a rocking chair, quietly drinking tea. His slightly narrowed eyes were blurred as he looked at the wall on the right, as if he was recalling something.
Zi Yan and Luo Hua City Mistress looked over, and saw that the entire wall was made of a series of clay figurines, with only two people in each, a man and a woman in each. On the far left side, there were young men and women, and from the man's face, they could vaguely see the appearance of the old man, all the way until the right side, where the two of them slowly aged and their hair turned white.
Seeing this scene, Zi Yan and Zhou Fei stood at the side and waited silently. No one spoke to disturb him, because looking at the old man's expression, he seemed to be recalling happiness.
After about ten minutes, the old man was about to drink his tea when he noticed the two people standing by the side. He laughed involuntarily and asked with a slightly hoarse voice, "How long have you two been waiting for?"
"We just arrived." Zi Yan replied with a light smile.
"Hehehe ?" The old man stood up and shook his head. "I'm sorry for making you wait for so long. When I'm old, you love to remember. Come, sit over here."
"It's okay, it's okay." Zhou Fei said.
Following the old man to the right, Zi Yan and Zhou Fei sat on the guest's stool, while the old man sat on the taller chair, beside him were all sorts of tools.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Can I show you the picture?" Zi Yan asked softly.
"Sure."
Zi Yan took out his phone, took out the photos he prepared and said: "This, this and this. The background of the three of us is on this mountain."
"How big do you want it to be?"
"So big." Zi Yan made a gesture with his palm. It was about the same as an eight inch cake.
"Ten inches, then."
The old man nodded, took the phone and placed it on the shelf. Then, he began to work on the photo.