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Three days later, Qin Wuya proudly stuffed a pair of Boxing Gloves into Zhang Shan's hands and said: "Try out this pair of gloves. This designer's unique design was created by the tailor, Fu Xi, by hand."

"So big?" Zhang Shan frowned slightly.

He looked at the strange thing in his hand that was surprisingly large. He pinched it to make it feel soft and he was a little confused. "It can really be used?"

"You'll know if you can wear it or not." Qin Wuya said as she held Zhang Shan's hand and stuffed it into the glove.

Qin Wuya made this Boxing Gloves according to Zhang Shan's size, but it was a bit relaxed when she made it, so it was not difficult for Zhang Shan to make it.

After stuffing both of Zhang Shan's hands into the gloves, Qin Wuya asked: "How is it? Do you feel any discomfort? Is it too small or too big? "

"There's no problem with the size." Zhang Shan felt it and shook his head: "There is nothing wrong with it, but it seems to be very hot."

Qin Wuya grinned: "All of it is filled with cotton wool, how can it not be hot, but at least it will not hurt when you hit the stake like that." Do you want to try it out first? If it's not good, can I improve it in time? "

Although Zhang Shan was used to training in the anterior chamber's training grounds, but there were still wooden stakes in the backyard, so he didn't need to walk too far to test them out.

"Alright, I can give it a try this way." In front of the wooden stake, Qin Wuya helped Zhang Shan secure the wound on his wrist.

Zhang Shan nodded, and tried waving his fists in front of the wooden stake, his eyes lit up: "The softening power is not bad. "No matter how strong the punch is, you're not afraid of hurting your knuckles."

"Is it really useful?" Hearing this, Qin Wuya's face also lit up, it was her first time making such a thing, and the cotton stuffing inside would definitely be different from the modern days. So actually, before Zhang Shan used it, Qin Wuya was not sure how effective it would be either.

"As you said, the good thing about it is that it's easy to wear, and the bad thing is that it's not flexible enough. However, it's very suitable for some simple fist arts. " Zhang Shan smiled as he withdrew his hand. He then handed the Boxing Gloves in his hand back to Qin Wuya.

Qin Wuya raised her eyebrows and asked: What, you don't need it?

"It's not that I can't use it, it's that there aren't many things I can use it for. "This glove can only be used for simple fist techniques. If it is combined with some other palm and finger techniques, it would be useless." Zhang Shan answered truthfully without giving any face at all.

Qin Wuya was discouraged: "Forget it, if you don't like it, then I will keep it for myself."

"You want to use it yourself? Could it be that you also want to learn fist techniques? " Zhang Shan asked with a smile.

Qin Wuya curled her lips: "What's wrong with that, I'll just treat it as having a strong and healthy body."

"That's not bad. With this glove, I'm not afraid that you will hurt your hand." Zhang Shan gently pinched Qin Wuya's white and tender hands and nodded in agreement.

Qin Wuya was even more discouraged, sure enough, not every modern type of item was used since the ancient times.

Seeing Qin Wuya like that, how could Zhang Shan not understand her thoughts? He immediately laughed: "I say that this glove is useless, but that does not mean that it is useless."

"What do you mean?" Qin Wuya's eyes lit up.

"You know that in my Chao Chung Hall, there are thousands of brothers. However, those who have truly learnt martial arts and have some skills are actually only a hundred people." Seeing Qin Wuya listening intently, Zhang Shan laughed and continued:

"Most of the brothers in the Chao Chung Hall do not have much martial arts skills.

After entering the Chao Chung Hall, these brothers would naturally have instructors with outstanding martial arts skills to teach them some defensive martial arts, but because these brothers were too old, most of the martial arts they could learn were just ordinary fist arts. I see that if you can make a little more gloves, you can make a pair for each of the brothers in the hall. "

"Is it really useful? "Don't you want to scare me?" Doing a pair of experiments might not cost much money, but doing a few thousand of them was a huge sum of money. Qin Wuya did not want Zhang Shan to waste money trying to console him.

"Don't worry, I won't lie to you. New students who enter the hall often suffer injuries to their fingers and wrists because they cannot use any techniques or they overuse their strength while practicing. With your gloves, you might be able to save quite a bit of damage to the hall. "

Zhang Shan said seriously: "But if you really want to do this, I'm afraid you will need to find other people to do it. Otherwise, with just you and Fu Xi, who knows how long it would take for the entire Chao Chung Hall to wear this, our fists … Punches and gloves. "

"It's the Boxing Gloves."

Qin Wuya put the glove on her hand, and casually waved it around a few times: "I won't be looking for helpers, and I don't plan to open a clothing shop.

It would be a sin to dismiss someone after finding them for a few days. I think I'll go to the town tomorrow to find an embroidery workshop and give them the finished product and blueprints.

"As you wish. Oh yeah, a few days ago you said that besides this Boxing Gloves, there were other surprises, what was it? " It had to be said that yam had a good memory.

"It hasn't been produced yet. Let's wait a little longer."

When he thought of this, Qin Wuya had no choice but to have a headache. He hadn't gotten along with her for the past three days. It was not that he did not make any finished products, but Qin Wuya himself had already felt that it was not effective, so he would naturally not take it out now to make a fool of himself.

"No rush." Zhang Shan pulled Qin Wuya back into the house. Seeing a few children's clothes on the table, Zhang Shan suddenly became interested and asked: "Do you want your son to practice writing or practice martial arts?"

Qin Wuya was surprised for a moment, and said: "It's rare that we are unable to develop it fully?"

"Comprehensive development?" Zhang Shan hugged Qin Wuya and laughed: "You're saying you want Yan Er to be able to cultivate both martial arts and martial arts? This is going to be quite difficult. "

Overall development means total mediocrity.

However, mediocrity had its own benefits. Perhaps, it would not be able to achieve great things in the future. However, at the very least, it would be able to get anywhere without being starved to death. Thinking about that, Qin Wuya squinted her eyes and laughed: "Everything else is not important, let's learn some number first."

"A few techniques?" It's rare for you to think of Yan Er becoming a Mr. Clerk in the future? " All of these made Zhang Shan dumbfounded.

Qin Wuya glanced at Zhang Shan, and revealed an expression that you did not understand: "What's wrong with Mr. Clerk, even if Mr. Clerk is done well, he will still have some prospects."

"What great prospects?" Zhang Shan asked with a chuckle.

Qin Wuya pursed her lips but did not say anything, she thought to herself: If Mr. Clerk is done for, then he's the treasurer, no matter what, what's wrong with him having a high position?

Seeing that Qin Wuya was silent, Zhang Shan smiled and comforted: "However, what you said is not unreasonable, learning a few techniques is not a bad thing, but if you cannot focus on it, then stop working."

Wasn't numeracy pretty good? How did it become like skipping work?

Qin Wuya curled her lips, feeling helpless: There really are obstacles in communicating with others.

Actually, in Qin Wuya's eyes, learning literature was naturally good, but to be able to read and write was actually more like it.

If Wei Yan liked it in the future, he would naturally treat it as a leisurely and elegant pastime. It would not be so easy to be a part of the main profession.

One must know that many master painters became famous only after death. Don't look at how tens of millions were needed to create a masterpiece in future generations, just who would own the tens of millions in the end. In any case, it was not the painter's turn to get rich.

In fact, most literary artists, both in ancient and modern times, were poor. Van Gogh was like this, Du Fu was like this. Just like Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, who had been ridiculed countless of times by others in Qin Wuya's previous life.

Tang Yin was young and famous. He was talented. He was good at poetry and alchemy. Not only that, he had entered high school before the age of thirty and had become a Top Scorer. As the saying goes, 'One day, one day, I will proudly march to Beijing'. However, because of the Imperial Examinations, my wife was forced to leave me, so I can only live in seclusion in Peach Blossom Dock, buying paintings.

'Peach blossom temple in Peach Blossom Dock, Peach blossom temple under Peach Blossom Immortal, Peach blossom immortal grow peach tree, also pluck peach flowers for wine money '. It sounds carefree and free, but in reality, it's just a pleasure in hard work.

Tang Yin's paintings were worth a lot of money, and that was in the future. At least in his later years, his paintings were not enough to support him, and he often had to rely on support to survive in poverty.

Sometimes it just looks beautiful.

Qin Wuya was a selfish person. She did not care about what other people would choose in their lives, but she chose to respect them instead. However, her own child, Qin Wuya, only wished for him to live a peaceful and happy life, and not have a life filled with ups and downs just for a false name and to end up with a miserable, lonely elder in his later years.

However, these words were clearly not what Zhang Shan was saying right now, because there were no records of Tang Bohu in the Grand Dynasty, nor were there any records of Fan Gao and Du Fu.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhang Shan asked as he saw Qin Wuya lost in thought.

Thinking about it, didn't I have to leave all the money I have saved up for my son in the future? If my son really is someone who only knows how to compose poetry, fight against mediocre people, or dance with swords and guns, wouldn't I faint in the toilet?

"Nothing." Qin Wuya shook her head. "Yan Er is still young, there's no rush. Wait until he's older and let him learn everything. In the future, he will learn whatever she wants to learn. "

Zhang Shan nodded: "That's good too."

The four o'clock was changing, but what was the speed at which the four o'clock was changing? In the blink of an eye, summer passed and autumn came. The Sunset Clouds Mountain's projects had already reached its end.

Even the Sunset Cloud Villa, who had the most expenditure, had nearly completed two-thirds of it.

The entire Sunset Cloud Villa consisted of four estates and three gardens, one lake. The four villas were situated in all four corners of Sunset Cloud Villa, and each of them had their own season's worth of scenery as the topic.

They were: 'Morning Spring', 'Yi Xia', 'Wen Qiu', and 'Si Dong'.

Each of the four manors did not have a connection. The only thing that they could think of was that each of the four manors had a pool of water. However, the source of this limpid water was from the lake in the Manor's' Four Clans, Three Gardens, One Lake '. Its name was' Jianghu '.

Alright, the reason why I chose this name at the beginning was actually purely because of Qin Wuya being lazy.

However, because these two words were so domineering, and extremely suitable for Chao Chung Hall's situation, Xu San, Fang Da and the rest agreed with him. Some people even suggested that there be a mountain forest surrounded by the Sunset Clouds Mountain, called 'Green Forest'.

Qin Wuya was embarrassed, it was called 'Jianghu', although it was too coquettish, it was not really harmful, but if they really wanted to use it as they wished, the other gangs in the Jianghu would not even talk about it, if this name were to spread to the ears of the Heavenly Sons of the imperial city, before he, the Sunset Clouds Mountain, could make a profit, she would be suppressed by the Shangguan Family who sent out their troops as a thief.