Gu Sheng returned home.
The hunger in his belly made his eyes turn slightly green. After a full day of training, he had only eaten two flatbreads in between, and now he was so hungry he could barely tell east from west.
He quickly lit the fire and began cooking.
After simply preparing a large chunk of smoked meat, he started wolfing it down.
He buried his head in the food, not even having time to savor its taste.
Gu Sheng swiftly finished all the food he had prepared. Only when the hunger faded did he feel much better.
"Practicing the Iron Stone Fist may not seem to consume much, but it actually requires mobilizing every muscle in the body to gather force. If I train this hard every day, I'll need to eat at least a pound of meat!"
Gu Sheng could not help clicking his tongue.
The cost of meat alone would come to around one or two taels of silver every month.
No wonder Gu Erniu had not even managed to get started with the Iron Stone Fist back then. He simply could not afford it.
The Iron Stone Fist was easy to learn but difficult to master. As long as one practiced diligently without stopping, getting started was only a matter of time. The real question was whether one had the means to keep at it. And after getting started came the beginning of tempering the skin and flesh, which would consume even more money.
Not to mention ordinary tenant farmers and hunters—even young members of the main family who received clan subsidies could not become martial artists if their aptitude was poor.
Having only just begun studying martial arts, Gu Sheng immediately gained a more accurate understanding of how resource-intensive it was.
Though he now