Three days passed, and thinking of the great name his father gave him, Xia Ming felt a sense of destiny. As for his injuries, he recovered quickly with the help of "Star Art". At this moment, he was helping his mother pick up the wild fruits she had just picked.

"Old Xia!" The loud voice of "Yan Luo" Li Tieshan rang out at the entrance of the yard.

"Brother Shan, how come you have time to come here?" Throwing the cloth into the bucket, Xia Qiusheng stopped scrubbing and greeted him enthusiastically.

"I'm here to send books to Erwazi!" With a grin, Li Tieshan took out a package from his arms and gently opened it, revealing a thread-bound book with a yellowed cover and upturned corners.

"Falling Rock Fist!" Xia Qiusheng was surprised and lost his voice. He saw the three incomplete black characters at a glance. His face changed and he waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, Erwa can't cultivate fighting spirit. We can't break the rules!"

"It's okay. I earned it myself. I'll give it to whoever wants to give it to!" Li Tieshan sat down after putting the book on the stone table and continued, "Erwa is a good kid. Although he can't cultivate fighting spirit, he is born with supernatural power and has eliminated a harm for the village. He must be rewarded!"

"This..., okay!" Since Li Tieshan had set the tone, Xia Qiusheng stopped arguing and said with a smile, "Brother Shan, the badger meat is just marinated. Let's have a couple of drinks tonight!"

"Okay, I said I didn't see the badger that day. It turns out you hid it!" Knowing that Xia Qiusheng was thanking him in disguise, Li Tieshan didn't refuse.

Knowing Li Tieshan's purpose, Xia Liu was also very happy. She put all the pickled badger meat of more than ten pounds into the pot, and stewed a full pot with wild vegetables that Xia Qiusheng had just picked from the mountains.

"Erwa, you should drink two cups too. Thank you, Uncle Li!" The four of them sat at the table, and Xia Qiusheng handed Xia Ming a ceramic bowl and ordered.

"No, no, Erwa's injury hasn't healed yet, this won't do!" Li Tieshan waved his hand and became serious.

"Uncle Li, it's okay. My wounds are all sealed. They will be completely healed in two days. The little finger bone itself is not a problem. It will heal in twenty days!" As he said that, Xia Ming moved his shoulders and fingers, and there was no feeling of sluggishness at all.

"What did I say? This kid is gifted. Others take a hundred days to heal their injuries, but he only takes a few days!" Li Tieshan praised with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Hehe, it's all because of my father's good medicine!" Xia Ming laughed with a grin.

"Haha, you are so modest. Tiedan has been with you for a year, but he is only a level 2 fighter now. I don't know how many times he has been beaten by his father, all because he was beaten by you!" Li Tieshan pointed at Xia Ming and said with a smile.

"Lucky, I offer you a bowl!" Not wanting to argue too much, Xia Ming held up the pottery bowl with both hands, clinked it respectfully, and drank it down with his head tilted back.

This was Xia Ming's first time drinking, and he drank home-brewed fruit wine, which was sour and sweet, with a hint of alcohol, and was many times worse than real grain wine. But even so, it was unique in the village, all thanks to the craftsmanship of the Xia Liu family. After all, no one had that much spare money to buy real wine.

"Brother Shan, don't just drink, eat a piece of meat!" Seeing the two put down their wine bowls, Xia Liu hurriedly greeted them warmly.

"That's right, eat!" Xia Qiusheng agreed, picked up a piece of meat for Li Tieshan, and said with a smile: "Compared to your two tigers, Erwa is still far behind, he needs to learn from his two brothers!"

"Yes, Uncle Li, the two tiger brothers will be back soon, right?" Nodding, Xia Ming picked up a piece of meat for himself.

"Erhu will be back soon, in three months, the guard will expire, and Dahu will have another year, after all, he has taken the names of two people to serve as a garrison!" Li Tieshan said with a smile, quite satisfied with his two sons.

"What are guards and garrisons?" Xia Ming asked curiously when he heard this term for the first time.

"Haha, you are really devoted to cultivation, and you don't care about what's happening outside!" Li Tieshan said with a smile after clinking the bowl with Xia Qiusheng.

"I didn't expect Erwa to have this much strength, so I didn't tell him in detail!" Xia Qiusheng said with a smile.

"Well, I'll tell you. You're old enough now, so think about when to go!" Nodding, Li Tieshan began to explain: "Speaking of night watchmen and garrison soldiers, we have to start with the taxes of Dayan..."

The Dayan Empire has many tax items. For rural areas, there are mainly land tax, head tax and corvée. Land tax: 15% tax, that is, 15 mu of land, one mu of harvest must be handed over. Head tax, divided into calculation tax and mouth tax. Calculation tax is for adults aged 15 to 60, ranging from 150 to 300 big coins per person per year, and mouth tax is for children and teenagers between the ages of 7 and 15, each person 20 big coins per year. Corvée is mainly divided into three categories: regular soldiers, night watchmen, and garrison soldiers, targeting men and women over 15 years old who practice fighting spirit. Regular soldiers serve for two years, once in a lifetime, and serve for free in the county and the capital for one year respectively; guard soldiers serve for free in the town or county for one month each year; garrison soldiers serve in the border and cultivate the land once in a lifetime.

Because Wanqiu County was very poor, the royal family ordered the exemption of regular soldiers in this county, but guard soldiers and garrison soldiers were still needed, so Li Tieshan's two sons went to serve separately, and even took up the share of the family.

"Of course, if you have money, you can also serve as a substitute, 500 big coins a year will do. If you want to be exempted permanently, you must have a title! A title donated with money will also do!" At the end, Li Tieshan half-joked.

"My family doesn't have that much money!" Xia Ming smiled and replied, thinking secretly in his heart: Dayan's currency is divided into three types: copper coins, silver coins, and gold coins, among which copper coins are commonly known as big coins. The conversion ratio is one gold coin equals twenty silver coins, which is equal to two thousand copper coins. In terms of purchasing power, five coins can be exchanged for one pound of refined grain or two and a half taels of meat. According to the calculations Li Tieshan said, the grain grown by their family every year is not enough to pay taxes. No wonder they eat cassava flour every day. If it weren't for his father going up the mountain to hunt every day to supplement their income, they probably wouldn't be able to make ends meet.

Thinking of this, he was full of emotion: In his previous life, he was born in a cultivation family. Although he was a little ruthless and deceitful, he was fighting for spiritual stones and natural treasures. He never worried about yellow and white things!

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, he looked up at his parents. His weathered face was full of smiles, and his eyes were filled with expectations and hope. He was not defeated by this hard life at all.

The Tao heart, which had long been flawless, trembled and a crack appeared. Xia Ming did not deliberately make up for it, allowing the breath of life to rush in and permeate.

Dinner ended late, and after cleaning up, it was time to go to bed.

After his parents fell asleep, Xia Ming began his routine practice. He stood up after a whole stick of incense. He looked up at the sky with a depressed look. The few stars flickered like candlesticks in the wind, which could go out at any time.

"Alas, compared to the human world, there are too few stars here. When can I break through to the next realm..." He muttered to himself and returned to the house.

Perhaps due to the aftereffects of the fruit wine, he was not sleepy at all. He took out the package and the tattered book and flipped through it casually.

"The mind is concentrated and the mind is calm, not stiff or clumsy, naturally in harmony, consistent from beginning to end, completed in one breath, endless, long like a river. The five styles of splitting, drilling, collapsing, horizontal, and cannon..." The first sentence of the opening is the general outline, followed by the moves, and there are also illustrations.

After all, he is a spirit in the stage of transformation. After reading it a few times, Xia Ming has mastered most of the essentials of the boxing, only the last bit of confusion is missing. But he believed that as long as he practiced a few more times, he should be able to understand it thoroughly.

The next morning, Xia Ming got up early as usual, facing the east, and practiced the "Purple Qi Jue". As the sky turned pale, a trace of essence that was barely noticeable to the naked eye shot into his eyes, and the cool feeling was very refreshing.

"Since I broke through that barrier three days ago, my practice in the past few days has been very effective. I will definitely reach the realm of subtlety within three years." After regulating his breath and finishing his practice, Xia Ming felt the change in his eyesight and was secretly happy. He glanced around and could see the veins of the leaves within ten feet clearly.

At this time, Xia Qiusheng also got up, called his son, and walked to the backyard first.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Xia Ming said with a smile as he jumped off the eaves.

"Have you read that book?" Xia Qiusheng said in a serious voice.

"Yes!" Xia Ming answered honestly and nodded.

"Your uncle Li gave you the book. You are not allowed to pass it on to anyone without his permission. Do you understand?" Xia Qiusheng said sternly with his eyes wide open.

"Yes!" Xia Ming had known this rule for a long time and nodded vigorously.

Seeing his son's firm statement, Xia Qiusheng's face relaxed slightly and said with a smile: "This falling stone fist is the only fighting skill in our village. It is very difficult to learn. Your father will demonstrate it to you a few times first. You must watch carefully!"

Nodding, Xia Ming did not say anything, widened his eyes and watched carefully.

In order to let his son see clearly, Xia Qiusheng tried to slow down his moves. After two consecutive times, he returned to normal speed, infused with fighting spirit, and was full of vigor!

"Good!" With a loud shout, Xia Ming finally understood the saying: What you learn from books is shallow!

In fact, many of Xia Qiusheng's movements were not very standard. But the continuous punches fully demonstrated the essence of "Rockfall Fist", and all of a sudden, it cleared up the confusion in Xia Ming's heart and made him suddenly enlightened!

Strike while the iron is hot. Now that his mind was clear, Xia Ming immediately set up his frame and started practicing.

The first time was still very unfamiliar, and Xia Qiusheng just wanted to laugh, but later, his mouth grew bigger and bigger, and he could no longer laugh: Xia Ming's punches became smoother and smoother, and his artistic conception became more and more harmonious. Except that his broken palm could not exert force, there was no problem at all!

It took a while to come back to his senses. Looking at his excited son, Xia Qiusheng was surprised and thought secretly: Although Erwa could not cultivate fighting spirit, he was born with great strength and so smart. Maybe his future achievements would be better than mine!