The whole morning, Zhang Xiaohua spent in the medicinal fields. After the rain, the fields were quite muddy, making work very strenuous. Additionally, the weeds in the field had grown wildly, keeping Zhang Xiaohua extremely busy. He couldn't understand why, despite the reduction in weeds a few days earlier, there were so many today?
By the time he finished the work, it was almost noon, the sun was blazing, but the ground was still slippery. There was no suitable place for Zhang Xiaohua to practice martial arts. Therefore, he could only sit in a grass shed, cultivating the Worry-free Heart Sutra. The chilled thin threads of the True Qi flowing through his meridians made him feel invigorated.
By twilight, Zhang Xiaohua left the grass shed. With a day's blistering sun, some parts of the ground had dried. He couldn't wait to practice the Beidou Divine Fist, flexing his muscles and bones.