"You're saying that the people in that village know martial arts?" Yan Er pulled the reins, halting his horse, and looked at Wufu.
Wufu slowly urged her horse forward, saying, "When we just entered the village, that man carrying the manure pile, he carried it as if it were an empty basket. Yet, I took a glance, and that basket must have had dozens of pounds of fertilizer. But he carried it, walking as if everything was utterly effortless."
"How many of these farmers can't endure hardship?" Yan Er was plainly skeptical.
Wufu said, "We passed by a house where someone was chopping firewood, did you notice?"
Yan Er thought for a moment, then nodded.
"The one chopping wood had a very stable lower stance, he was chopping with a horse stance," Wufu said with a smile that was not quite a smile. "If you were a farmer, would you adopt a horse stance to chop wood?"
Yan Er pursed his lips.
