Ever since Zhou Yuan started studying eating and sleeping, his reputation as a madman has become even more famous.
It’s not the villagers’ fault for making a fuss; Zhou Yuan’s behavior was simply too strange.
Although he originally spoke rudely and acted cruelly, at least he could communicate normally and live a decent life.
But now he treated steamed buns as treasures. He would chew them slowly even though they could be finished in a few bites, as if he were eating some kind of delicacies from the mountains and the sea.
If it were just that, the villagers would still say that the child was honest and a real person.
But he didn't eat slowly, but took a few bites at a time, twenty or thirty times a day.
This frequency scared the villagers who were guarding him, who thought his madness had worsened and he didn't know whether he was hungry or full.
"Shi Tou, don't let your mind wander. If you starve yourself to death, you'll be laughed at by ghosts in the underworld.
If you want to eat something good, just tell me directly, there's no need to scare me in different ways."
"Uncle Da Huang, you have lived enough, but you don't understand the feeling of someone who hasn't lived enough.
I am taking precautions to avoid any problems. I try to eat more meals before joining the army so that I won't be left without even a bun to eat after joining the army.
But you do have a point. Please prepare something good for me tomorrow. Maybe after a few good meals, I won’t miss steamed buns anymore.”
"Bah, what are you talking about, you idiot? What do you mean I've had enough of life, and you've had enough of life.
It's outrageous, absolutely outrageous. If soldiers are not even given a bite of bread, who the hell would fight for those masters?
The King of Hell doesn’t lack hungry ghosts, and such a large military camp will definitely need a bite of food from you.”
"That's not necessarily true. If I were a general, I would send a few cavalrymen to burn the food and grass, and make sure the enemy is starving."
"Where did you hear this nonsense? We are serving in the military, not going to war.
You know what military service is? It's about replacing old soldiers, transporting food, digging ditches, cutting wood, and building walls. There's a lot of work there. If you want to be a soldier, you have to be selected."
"That's terrible. I was wondering why you, old man, weren't you worried at all? It turns out there are so many young and strong people in the village. You don't have to be at the forefront."
"Hey, this is the advantage of being older. You youngsters should learn from it."
Zhao Dahuang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhou Yuan could still communicate normally and was not crazy.
This weird boy has a very crooked brain. It would be better to send him to the military camp as soon as possible, otherwise he will definitely cause some big trouble.
The three villagers who were guarding Zhou Yuan thought that Zhao Dahuang had persuaded Zhou Yuan to stay.
But I didn't expect that this kid said one thing and did another, as if his brain couldn't control his body at all.
The next morning, Zhou Yuan not only repeated the same trick, but also made it more abstract.
"Brothers, I pondered all night last night and realized the true meaning of martial arts.
The key to practicing martial arts is alternating between relaxation and tension, stillness and movement. We have practiced the dynamic exercises a few times, but the main thing is the stillness exercises.
Think about it, if you want both quietness and rest, then the combination of the two is sleep."
"From today on, I'm going to practice swords and guns, and sleep whenever I can. I'm sure I can develop a good physique."
The three villagers looked at each other, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
"Oh my goodness, Uncle Huang, I actually think what Shitou said makes some sense. Am I crazy too?"
"Bang!"
Zhao Dahuang hit the villager's chest hard, and his eyes seemed to want to eat him.
"Nonsense, what are you talking about? That's called being smart, you know? You've become smart too.
If you don't want to be known as a smart guy in our village, then mind your own foul mouth."
"Oh... I get it, I'm the most honest person, not smart at all.
Uncle Da Huang, why don’t we get someone else to look after the stone? If this continues, he’ll be a nuisance to us sooner or later.”
"Look again, Shitou is a little smarter, he probably has a good heart..."
Seeing the three villagers deliberately distancing themselves from him, Zhou Yuan knew that he had used too much medicine.
His lifestyle changed too quickly and without any logic. If it weren't for the military service quota, the villagers would have stayed away from him.
"Hey, it's just here, hold on guys."
After Zhou Yuan made up an excuse, he officially started to behave like a monster.
His daily rhythm became running, eating, sleeping, practicing with a sword, eating, sleeping, practicing with a gun, eating, sleeping...
If he only practiced during the day, the three villagers could still hold on, but the key was that he also practiced at night.
The villagers couldn't understand why the clever guy didn't need to sleep at night, so they were afraid to sleep.
They didn't know that Zhou Yuan, who was initially trying segmented sleep, was also not used to it. His brain was even groggy and as dull as a paste.
But the existence of the attribute panel allows him to understand his health status; the pursuit of skills makes him full of motivation.
With his mind focused, he quickly changed his daily routine.
And gradually entered a strange state. It was not enlightenment, but the concentration of not paying attention to external things and striving to pursue the goal.
His concentration was soon rewarded, and the first result was eating.
You have learned about 'food supplements' and mastered a life skill.
【Food supplement, Lv1 (1/10)】
【Effect: Devour food carefully to obtain more nutrients from it; when the food is nutritious, restore a small amount of health.】
"Getting nutrients more efficiently and restoring life in small amounts is fantastic.
The path of developing life skills is indeed viable."
The emergence of the skill "Food Tonic" gave Zhou Yuan a certain ability to recover health, and also provided new guarantees for his training plan.
He looked at his health bar which was only 91% left and decided to look for some supplements to repair the damage to his body caused by the crazy training during this period.
"Shi Tou, what are you doing out at this hour of night?"
Zhou Yuan's irregular work and rest habits tortured the three village men to the point of wanting to die.
Finally, they decided that two young villagers would accompany Zhou Yuan in running and playing during the day, while the elderly Zhao Dahuang would rest during the day and take care of him at night.
"Uncle Da Huang, I've realized something new. Martial arts training requires not only a balance between stillness and movement, but also the integration of medicine and food.
If you don't eat something good to nourish your body, you are draining your energy and blood."
"You promised to make something good for me, but after a few days you only managed to get an egg.
I know you've tried your best, so I decided to do it myself and give you a good meal to soothe your stomach."
"You idiot, why are you always thinking about it?
Don't do anything rash. The villagers are not well-off, so don't bring trouble to them."
“I know that the villagers are not rich, but some people are not rich.
Come with me, I will show you how to eat meat today. Let's rob the rich to help the poor and borrow some oil to fill our stomachs."
Zhao Dahuang stuck out his tongue and licked his cracked lips. There was nothing good about being on night duty, except that it was easy to get hungry and turn your eyes green.
He was having a mental struggle, but his body involuntarily followed Zhou Yuan out to find food.
Zhao Dahuang came to his senses when they approached the courtyard of a tiled house with earthen walls.
"Shitou, this is the headman's house, don't mess around."
"That's all right. Old Li is very wealthy. I'll just lend him a chicken and I'll definitely return it in a hundred or eighty years."
"A hundred and eighty years? Then you are stealing."
"How can practicing martial arts be considered stealing? It's called borrowing.
Old Li borrowed so many things using his position as the village head. If he can borrow, we can borrow too."
