landbeastnovel Chapter 85 Rescheduled
Chapter 85 Rescheduled
[External Training Method: Flying Shuttle Technique (4/500 Minor Success)]
Liu Sheng watched the progress of the shuttle technique.
I'm planning to go find Senior Sister Yang Hongliu.
Last night, he learned the basics of the flying shuttle technique from his senior brother, Lu Youchu.
Back in my room, the excitement of learning the new technique hadn't subsided.
Looking at that dark, three-inch-long sharp steel spike, he liked it more and more, so he decided not to go to sleep and started practicing in the room, facing the wooden board above his bed.
At first, just as my senior brother said, it was difficult to coordinate my eyes, mind, and hands.
If you apply the wrong force, the steel spikes will fly out lightly and won't even brush against the wooden wall;
Either you manage to touch it, but because the angle is wrong, you're bounced away with a "thud".
As expected.
The progress in the shuttle technique experience is slow.
He wasn't in a hurry. He repeatedly recalled his senior brother's explanation and demonstration, relaxed his posture, and focused his inner strength.
Pinch the needle, keeping the tension just right.
The force originates from the ground, shifting from the waist to the shoulders.
It runs through the waist and back, reaching the fingertips.
Finally, after dozens of attempts, his gesture changed from "throwing" to "stabbing".
"Bang!"
The first time, a steel spike pierced the headboard.
Although the penetration was very shallow.
But experience finally began to accumulate rapidly:
[Shuttle Technique Proficiency +1]
[Shuttle Technique Proficiency +1]
[Shuttle Technique Proficiency +1]
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[External Training Method: Flying Shuttle Technique (4/500 Minor Success)]
Liu Sheng was completely immersed in the practice.
Each thrust is a fine-tuning of force control and mental focus.
When one reaches the minor stage of mastery.
"laugh!"
The sound of the steel spike piercing the wooden board finally turned into a soft thud, and the steel spike, with a tip about half an inch long, was firmly embedded in the wooden board.
The tip of the steel spike was still trembling slightly because the force had not completely dissipated.
It's finally a small success!
Liu Sheng tried standing further away and continued practicing. Now, even from a distance of ten feet, he could steadily nail the steel spikes to the wooden board at the head of the bed.
Of course, this only applies to nailing; the depth is still very limited, and accuracy is entirely dependent on luck.
When Liu Sheng continued practicing, he found that his progress in gaining experience had become extremely slow.
This is a familiar bottleneck in external training methods.
He recalled his senior brother's advice: to first develop his eyesight as a foundation, and suggested that he observe objects like the "flying shuttle" on a loom that move back and forth quickly and regularly to hone his eyesight.
Finally, Liu Sheng found his second senior sister, Yang Hongliu, in the warehouse, where she was still taking stock of the flour inventory.
"Senior sister, do you know any looms? The kind where the shuttle flies back and forth really fast."
"Oh, you've mastered the 'Shuttle Technique'?"
"How did you know, senior sister?"
Liu Sheng was somewhat surprised. His senior sister didn't know this either, so how come she knows it so well now?
"How would I know?"
Yang Hongliu put her hands on her hips, a hint of smugness on her face: "Guess why my surname is Yang?"
Hearing these seemingly unrelated words, Liu Sheng blinked, then suddenly realized:
"Senior sister, you wouldn't happen to be... Yang Wusheng...?"
"That's right!"
Yang Hongliu raised her chin, though she still seemed somewhat reserved.
But the smile in his eyes was impossible to hide:
"My ancestor was none other than Yang Xuanjin, the Martial Saint. Although many generations have passed and our family has declined, this title is indeed true."
Although he had expected it, Liu Sheng was still surprised to hear his second senior sister's affirmation. He knew that his senior sister's family was actually quite well-off; they owned a restaurant, were well-informed, and had a wide network of connections.
But I never expected it to have this origin.
"Then why don't you practice yourself instead of letting your senior brother practice?"
"Mind your own business!"
The conversation was about to become awkward.
Liu Sheng finally brought the topic back:
"I certainly don't own a loom anymore, and I don't know many girls, so it wouldn't be appropriate for me to presume to go into someone's room to see this, so..."
Upon hearing this...
Yang Hongliu burst out laughing:
"You wish! Going to someone's boudoir to peek... But in our Crescent Moon County, when it comes to the best weaving skills, and the best looms and shuttles we use, it really comes down to Miss Yan, Yan Sixian."
"Fifth Miss?"
Liu Sheng suddenly remembered that he had actually gotten to know Mi Congrong before because of her.
We met several times after that.
"Yes, Sister Sixian loves to study these things. I heard that the loom in her room was specially ordered from Liangzhou. The wood is of good quality, and the shuttle on it is inlaid with copper. It's smooth and fast."
Yang Hongliu said with certainty:
"If you want to train your eyesight by watching the shuttle fly, the best way is to watch her weave cloth from the side."
He was supposed to go to the Yan residence that morning, as he had to be the sparring partner for young master Yan Fufeng every day.
I'll ask Steward Yan about it later.
Let's see if it works.
"Thank you so much, senior sister, you've been a great help to me."
Yang Hongliu waved her hand.
Then we continued counting the flour.
On the other side, Liu Sheng entered the Yan Mansion.
He was already quite familiar with the guard at the gate.
Greet him with a smile:
"Master Liu, Butler Yan is waiting for you in the side hall!"
Liu Sheng thanked him, walked through the familiar courtyard, and arrived at the side hall.
When they arrived, they found that Wang Zheng and Li Ying were also waiting. This was a bit strange, since the three of them were supposed to be sparring partners at different times. Why did they need to be found at the same time?
Steward Yan invited Liu Sheng, who had just arrived, to sit down as well, and had a servant serve him tea. Then he rubbed his hands together and showed a perfectly appropriate apology on his face.
He opened his mouth and said:
"Since the three masters took on the role of the young master's sparring partners, they have been very dedicated and responsible, which has led to the young master's remarkable progress. The master has also seen this for himself."
Liu Sheng listened attentively, paying no heed to the polite words, knowing the important part was yet to come.
Sure enough, Steward Yan continued:
"As previously agreed, the three of you will receive your payments daily. However... starting today, I'm afraid we'll have to change the terms. Your payments will now be collected on the last day of each month, and this month's payments will be settled at the end of the month. I apologize to you all and hope you will understand."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and bowed slightly to the three of them to express his apology.
Butler Yan was very polite in both his words and actions, but there was no hint of negotiation in his tone.
All three were taken aback. Wang Zheng and Li Ying exchanged a glance and their brows furrowed slightly.
Their family was of modest means, and settling accounts on the same day was the fastest way to get cash back to buy meat and medicine. The job still exists, but the settlement has been changed to the end of the month.
This is very inconvenient for them.
But considering that the job with the Yan family was indeed excellent, they couldn't easily give it up because of this change, so they exchanged a glance.
Li Ying took the initiative to step forward:
"Butler Yan, you flatter me."
He glanced at Liu Sheng, who nodded at him, before continuing:
"We will naturally follow whatever arrangements the host makes. Changing to monthly payments is also fine."
Seeing how understanding the three of them were, Butler Yan's smile became more genuine, and he seemed genuinely embarrassed, repeatedly apologizing:
"Thank you for your understanding, masters. There was really no other way... Alas."
He sighed, didn't continue speaking, but turned and left, muttering to himself as he walked away:
"Master Liu can head to the training ground now; the young master should be here soon."