Chapter 1362: 1359: Exercising the Body

Chapter 1362: Chapter 1359: Exercising the Body

He did as he said, calling over Chu Bo from the second household during sword practice.

Chu Bo didn’t have a sword and found Chu Jin’s long sword fascinating. He touched and held it repeatedly, reluctant to let it go.

“You start with a wooden stick as a sword for practice,” Chu Jin said, ensuring that he practiced for an hour every day. Seeing that the hour was getting late, he didn’t waste any more words.

After finding a suitable stick for him, he went to ask the returning guards for help in teaching him.

Chu Bo was rather plump and found it hard to get the hang of it at first. After fifteen minutes, he was sweating profusely and too exhausted to continue, waving his hands repeatedly and panting, “No, no, I can’t do this anymore.”

Compared to him, Chu Jin’s skill was on another level. His breathing was steady, and his movements were powerful and fierce, which made Chu Qingyu, the son from the fifth room, and the younger girls from the other households watch in admiration.

Chu Qingyu said with a laugh, “Third Brother, look at Chu Jin. He’s so amazing. You have to keep it up, otherwise, you’re too fat to even get a wife.”

Chu Bo was still young, nowhere near the age for marriage, and the comment didn’t bother him much. Tiredly waving his hand, he said, “No worries, I’m not in a hurry to get married.”

“Alright then, if you’re not practicing, we will.” Eager and unable to wait any longer upon seeing him idle, Chu Qingyu approached the guard for instruction.

“We want to learn too,” the girls said enthusiastically.

The guard looked at Chu Jin.

“Uncle Zhao, go ahead and teach them. It’s good for girls to learn a bit more; it helps to exercise the body,” Chu Jin said.

Hearing this, the guard didn’t hesitate and started from the basics.

The girls all held wooden sticks, pretending with some semblance of skill—despite their less than perfect movements, they managed to look fairly competent.

Chu Qingyu laughed heartily, “Haha, Third Brother, even we girls are better than you.”

Unable to tolerate such comparisons, especially at his age when saving face was important, Chu Bo picked up a stick and, regardless of his exhaustion, hurried to learn, “Hmph, sword fighting is more suited for boys. I’ll definitely be better than you all. I wasn’t even trying just now.”

“Lalala, let’s have a competition then, big brother Bo,” teased a cousin, sticking her tongue out at him.

Provoked, Chu Bo’s face turned red with effort, and tired as he was, he started to mimic their movements.

This practice session lasted an entire hour.

Chu Bo ended up completely exhausted, barely able to lift his arms.

The other girls were not faring much better.

Madam Wang and Madam Zhang, in charge of making breakfast, called the children back to eat and were surprised to see what had happened.

“Are you all silly, exhausting yourselves with martial arts training?” Madam Wang slapped Chu Bo on the arm, prompting him to howl and quickly pull his arm back, “Mother, it hurts, don’t touch it.”

At that moment, Chu Qingyu also deeply regretted the ordeal.

“Isn’t martial arts training supposed to be good? Why does it hurt?” Seeing how genuine they appeared, Madam Wang grew anxious and asked them rapidly.

Chu Jin said, “Second Aunt, it’s because Jin has not exercised regularly. He’s too fat; he needs to exercise more to avoid getting sick. After about ten days to half a month, it won’t hurt anymore.”

“Really?” Madam Wang was startled by his explanation, “Isn’t being fat considered a blessing? Other families can’t even afford enough food to get their kids chubby.”

“Being sturdy is good, but being too fat makes one prone to illness. If you don’t believe me, Second Aunt, you can ask a doctor,” Chu Jin responded.

Hearing this from him, Madam Wang had no reason to doubt, for in her eyes, Chu Jin’s insights were far superior to her own.