Chapter 478 474. Farming Skills
"The old man doesn't know any martial arts, he only knows some farming techniques. If you want to learn, Luo, you should learn some farming techniques."

Luo Yihang arrived at Grandpa Gougo's house and asked him to open the door.

Uncle Gonggong let Luo Yihang into the yard and turned around to quickly close the door.

Close the door and lock it.

He picked up the padlock, gave a wry smile and put it down again.

He had gotten over the worry at this point and there was no need to avoid others, but he didn't open the door either.

Afterwards, Uncle Luo Luo asked Luo Yihang to stand in the yard.

He opened the room that had been locked for many years and took out a single-edged sword from it.

The knife is the one-handed knife on the weapon rack.

After coming out, Uncle Gonggong handed the knife to Luo Yihang.

Then he said the above words.

Luo Yihang touched the single blade in his hand and boasted with a smile: "How could it be possible? Master Gonggong, you are obviously a master. Think about the time when you broke into the Japanese airport and killed the Japanese with your own hands. An ordinary master could not accomplish your feat. You are too modest."

But Grandpa Luo Luo didn't buy it at all. He said in a serious tone, "Don't be so frivolous. Farming skills are just farming skills. Forget all the nonsense you learned before. Let me tell you, Luo, farming skills are the real skills and the powerful skills. The rest are all nonsense."

"Ah?" Luo Yihang was confused. Is there such a saying? It's different from the general concept.

Farmer master shouldn't be a synonym for Xia Ji's eight-man army, so how come he is the most powerful one?
Can't understand.

"Hmph." Uncle Gonggong saw that Luo Yihang didn't believe him, so he snorted coldly, walked to the corridor with his hands behind his back, picked up a hoe and threw it to Luo Yihang.

Luo Yihang quickly took it.

"Let me see you weed with the hoe."

"Hey."

Luo Yihang responded, put down the knife, picked up the hoe, found a clump of weeds at the foot of the wall and dug them up.

After doing this, Grandpa Gonggong spoke.

"A hoe is used to weed, so what is the result of pushing and pulling?"

Hmm? Is there a trick here?

Luo Yihang wondered secretly, picked up the hoe and swung it again.

Eh?
One more wave, two more waves...

Feel carefully...

The right hand is in front, the left hand is behind, isn't this the posture of holding a stick? The same applies to holding a long sword, a long axe, and all long-handled weapons with the center of gravity in front and the force-generating hand in front.

In the weeding action, there are also the bow stance and stick-lifting movements from stick techniques, and a flip of the wrist is the step forward and stick-lifting movement.

Yes, and there are coordinated footwork.

There seem to be many shadows of long-pole weapon moves here...

Seeing that Luo Yihang had some insights, Uncle Gonggong spoke again.

"Think about it again. When you use your head to turn the soil, what is the move of raising and lowering it? When you use the wheel to draw water from the well, what is the move of twisting your waist and turning your hands? When you use a sickle to harvest wheat, what is the move of pulling and pulling? When you break corn, what is the move of steadying it with your left hand and rubbing it with your right hand?"

Every time Grandpa Gonggong said something, Luo Yihang would imitate it. The more he performed these movements, the more similar it seemed.

After Luo Yihang had some insights into the techniques.

Grandpa Luo Luo spoke again, "Think about it again. When you grind flour with a millstone, how do you use the force on your feet? When you hold a pot with one hand and cook with the other hand, how do you use the force on your hands?"

"Think about it again. You use one hand to dig a hole with a hoe, and the other hand to sow seeds. You cover the ground with soil. How do you do it? Do you trip? Do you mess up the sequence? Do you think about it?"

And finally, "Think about working in the fields for a day, from morning till night, turning over four acres of land. How did you finish the day? How did you rest in the middle, how did you breathe, how did you do the work? Was it brute force or clever work?"
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These are the words of Grandpa Gonggong.

It was like an epiphany for Luo Yihang when he heard it.

What I talked about before was movement and force, which is easy to understand.

The last two actually talk about rhythm. One is fast rhythm, which is the continuity between actions; the other is slow rhythm, which is about endurance and allocating physical strength during long battles.

What needs to be experienced in all of this is a feeling, a feeling of control over the body.

If it were put into a martial arts novel, what Grandpa Luo Luo said just now would be the outline of a martial arts secret manual.

A farmer, indeed a farmer.

It’s amazing. It really can be amazing.

Although farm work may seem simple, the movements and forces involved have been summarized and refined by countless generations of workers over thousands of years. It is definitely the most labor-saving, effective, and comfortable way for the human body.

After all, farming has not been an easy job for thousands of years.

Through simple farm work, you can master the various movements and powers, and integrate them into your own body. When you learn the moves, you can draw them out from your body.

It achieves twice the result with half the effort.

The question is, how to bring it out?

Luo Yihang was standing there thinking and gesticulating with his hands.

Grandpa Gonggong looked annoyed and shook his head, "What's the point of thinking about it? Where's the knife I gave you? Do you know how to chop wood? Just chop it with your hands."

Luo Yihang obediently put down the hoe and picked up the sword.

Cang Langlang pulled it out.

This is a narrow-bladed single-edged sword with a blade no more than three fingers wide. The blade is almost straight and the tip is slightly curved.

The knife is no more than one meter long, and the blade is only about seventy centimeters.

The blade is not as shiny as a mirror, but has a matte texture and feels rough to the touch.

The weight of the whole knife should be between one and a half pounds and two pounds.

In fact, swords and other weapons are not heavy, usually around two pounds, unless it is a long sword, which can reach more than three pounds, but that is held with both hands.

Luo Yihang held the single sword in front of him and felt very handsome.

Then take a horse stance and lower your center of gravity.

Use the power from the waist to drive the arms, lift the sword above the head and chop down.

He performed a very standard downward chop.

At this time, Uncle Gougou appeared with a bamboo pole in his hand.

He raised his hand and slapped it with extremely fast and accurate speed, hitting the back of Luo Yihang's hand where he was holding the knife.

The tip of Luo Yihang's knife trembled slightly, but immediately stabilized.

Grandpa Gonggong was stunned for a moment, and praised: "You react quickly."

Then, he said sarcastically, "You chop wood from your waist? You're waiting for the fire to start. By the time you've chopped a handful of wood, the sun has already set."

"Hmm?" Luo Yihang asked in confusion, thinking about it carefully.

How do you chop wood?

We all use gas stoves now.

"To chop small pieces of firewood, you just need to use your wrist to chop them directly. To chop large pieces of firewood, you need to lift your arm, and that also requires your wrist to lead your arm. To chop wood stakes, you need to use the strength of your waist, and that also requires your hands, arms, and waist to lead one by one."

Uncle Gonggong gave the answer directly.

Luo Yihang thought carefully about how he moved.

Lower your center of gravity, release the muscles of your shoulders, neck, chest and back, activate these muscle groups from the core of the body to form a kinetic chain structure, and finally use the kinetic chain to complete the movement.

Oh no.

Get used to it, get used to it.

Holding a single sword as a weapon is completely different from holding a hatchet.

I habitually used the internal martial arts method taught by the old Taoist priest.

Eh?
It feels different from the farming style...

(End of this chapter)