In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 408 Loyalty to Chenjia Village

Fang Yong had always known that learning martial arts was not easy, but he never knew it would be this difficult!

Tall and strong, he was considered a strongman in Tupo Village, yet he could only manage to practice the Tiger-Taming Fist three times...

Compared to Chen Da, who easily completed three rounds of the Tiger-Taming Fist without showing the slightest sign of fatigue, it was like comparing heaven and earth.

"very good already."

Chen Dakuan comforted me, saying, "When I first learned the Tiger Subduing Fist, I could only do it twice!"

"really?"

Fang Yong suddenly looked up and asked, "Even Chen Da, the captain of the Chenjia Village guard team, could only perform the Tiger-Taming Fist twice, so..."

If he can perform the Tiger-Taming Fist three times, wouldn't he be even better than Chen Da?

Why would I lie to you?

Chen shook his head, and at that moment, the village women also came over carrying food buckets.

Seeing this, Chen Da turned to the crowd who were slumped on the ground and said, "Alright, come over here and drink the chicken blood to restore your strength!"

After saying that, Chen Da walked to the food bucket, took out a bowl of chicken blood from the bucket, and explained to everyone: "Practicing martial arts will consume a lot of qi and blood, and this chicken blood is the food to help you restore your qi and blood. Now everyone come over and each person can take a bowl of chicken blood."

As soon as the words were spoken, the people who had been slumped on the ground quickly mustered their last bit of strength and lined up to receive the chicken blood.

After receiving a bowl of chicken blood, Fang Yong glanced at the bright red blood in the bowl and couldn't help but ask, "Captain Chen, can this chicken blood really help us regain our strength?"

"Of course!"

Chen Da tilted his head back and drank the chicken blood in his bowl in one gulp.

Seeing this, the new recruits, though somewhat reluctant to drink raw blood, still followed suit and drank the chicken blood.

As soon as the chicken blood entered their stomachs, strange expressions appeared on everyone's faces.

"This chicken blood is amazing. My stomach feels warm and my strength is returning."

"Me too!"

"What kind of chicken blood is this? It's amazing."

"I feel like my strength has returned!"

"..."

The recruits' eyes lit up as they immediately noticed the magic of the chicken blood. As soon as the chicken blood entered their stomachs, it transformed into a warm current that spread throughout their bodies, making them feel warm all over. The strength they had just used was also rapidly restored.

"Is this the secret to how everyone in the Chen Family Village Guard can become a martial artist?"

Fang Yong felt the strange sensation in his body, his eyes flashing. When he was in the capital, he had heard from others that if one wanted to become a martial artist, the medicinal herbs used for cultivation were indispensable.

Fang Yong had originally thought that the martial artists in the Chenjia Village Guard also relied on medicinal herbs for cultivation, but now it seemed that this was not the case.

The reason why the members of the Chenjia Village Guard were able to become martial artists was because of this magical chicken blood.

"Now that your strength has been restored, let's continue practicing our boxing techniques."

Chen Da gestured for everyone to put the bowls back into the food bucket, and then let them continue practicing their boxing!

The new recruits, having regained their strength, did not resist and began practicing their boxing with great vigor!

Fueled by the energy and enthusiasm, the new recruits performed even better, sweating profusely and punching four or five times in a row before exhausting their strength.

Fang Yong went even further, performing the Tiger-Taming Fist eight times before stopping and sitting down to rest.

"I'm so tired, my clothes are all soaked."

"Me too."

"This chicken blood is amazing. Before, I could barely finish one round of the boxing technique, but after drinking the chicken blood, I can do it three times without feeling tired."

"Yes, yes! If you gave me another bowl of chicken blood, I could do it ten more times!"

"..."

The new recruits, resting on the ground, recounted the miraculous effects of the chicken blood.

Chen Da glanced at the sun overhead and said, "That's enough for the morning training. Let's eat first!"

Not long after Chen Da finished speaking, a group of women from Chenjia Village arrived at the drill ground carrying food buckets and began distributing lunch to everyone.

"Lunch was steamed buns."

"Hehe! I never thought I'd get to eat lunch."

"I wonder how many steamed buns each person can get?"

"..."

The recruits' eyes lit up when they saw the women opening the lids of the food buckets. The common people of Xia Kingdom did not have the concept of lunch. For most people, two meals a day was already the limit. Therefore, when they saw the steamed buns, the recruits became excited.

Fortunately, after a morning of training, they had learned some of the rules and did not rush to grab the buns, but instead lined up to receive them.

"Auntie."

A thin new recruit asked the woman who was distributing steamed buns, "How many steamed buns can each of us take?"

The woman looked up at him and replied, "Take as much as you can eat; we can't waste any!"

Upon hearing this, the skinny recruit's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Auntie, could you please give me six steamed buns?"

"to make!"

The woman piled six steamed buns on a plate and handed it to the new recruit.

"Thank you, aunt."

The new recruit thanked them, then carried the plate and ran away from the group without stopping, sitting on the ground and eating the steamed buns in large bites.

Meanwhile, the other new recruits who received steamed buns also wolfed them down.

"This steamed bun is so sweet!"

"It smells so good! It smells amazing!"

"I eat delicious food like steamed buns for three meals a day. I wouldn't trade this life for the gods!"

"Chenjia Village is so good to us!"

"Yes! If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be willing to give us steamed buns to eat! When I used to work for those landlords in the city, I couldn't even get enough bran to eat, let alone steamed buns."

"How can there be such delicious food in the world!"

"..."

Eating the sweet steamed buns, a sense of happiness welled up in the hearts of many new recruits. Before coming to Chenjia Village, most of them were poor farmers who couldn't even afford steamed buns. However, after arriving in Chenjia Village, they not only had three meals a day, but also ate such precious food as steamed buns...

At that moment, the three hundred or so new recruits strengthened their resolve: they must work hard to become official members of the Chenjia Village Guard Team, so that they could have three meals a day and eat steamed buns every day!

After lunch, the new recruits' training was no longer about practicing Tiger-Taming Fist, but instead changed to standing at attention and turning left and right, which were exercises to cultivate obedience.

There was nothing that could be done about it. Although Chenjia Village was wealthy, it was impossible to provide a continuous supply of large amounts of blood-feathered chicken blood to more than 300 new recruits every day. They could only practice martial arts in the morning and stand at attention and turn left and right in the afternoon.

It is worth mentioning that when training in military posture, turning left and right, and marching in step, Chen Da and other members of the Chenjia Village Guard Team, who are also instructors, would have the new recruits shout slogans such as "Defend Chenjia Village," "Loyal to Chenjia Village," and "Loyal to Mr. Chen." The purpose was to subtly change the recruits' thinking, make them feel a sense of belonging to Chenjia Village, and make them have enough loyalty to Chenjia Village and Chendao.