"Little brother, are you teaching Baduanjin?" Wang Zhong was instructing a few kids on their movements when a deep voice suddenly came from beside him.
Wang Chongxun looked like a middle-aged man in loose clothes, who looked to be in his thirties, about the same age as Qiao Zuwang.
"It's the Baduanjin." Wang Zhong nodded and said. There are many versions of the Baduanjin and they have a long history. Among them, there are the sitting Baduanjin and the standing Baduanjin, the northern Baduanjin and the southern baduanjin. The difference between Wen Ba Duan Jin and Wu Ba Duan Jin, Shaolin Ba Duan Jin and Tai Chi Ba Duan Jin is that the kind taught by Wang Chong was passed down from the late Qing Dynasty.
The middle-aged man who spoke was not a tall man, even a little thin, but he had a good temperament and looked like he was no ordinary person. He seemed to have a bit of a military aura about him.
It's not that there is a terrifying murderous aura or anything like that, but that people who have retired from the army have that kind of perseverance and discipline that ordinary people don't have.
"My surname is Xiang, what do you call me, little brother?" The visitor seemed to be quite interested in Wang Zhong and introduced himself to Wang Zhong with his hands clasped in his fists.
Wang Zhong returned the same salute, holding a fist with his right hand and his left hand on top, and replied: "I'm Wang Zhong."
"I see that little brother is walking like a dragon and a tiger is walking like a tiger. He has a lot of skills!" The man surnamed Xiang had a smile on his face and looked Wang Zhong up and down, but his eyes were very bright.
There is a saying in martial arts that being full of spirit, energy, and energy is a sign of having practiced kung fu to a certain level.
While the man surnamed Xiang was sizing up Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong was also sizing up the man surnamed Xiang. He still cupped his fists and said, "I just learned some ways to strengthen the body and promote blood circulation. My fists and feet are just rough. Brother Xiang's steps are steady. The hands are swung powerfully, and it looks like he has real skills."
The man surnamed Xiang was a little surprised by Wang Zhong's humility, and something special flashed in his eyes: "It's just some banker's tricks."
This time is not like the time in the real world, Chuanwu's real fighting and killing methods are not taught.
"Just now when my little brother taught some children to practice Ba Duan Jin, his movements were graceful and flowing, and it was obvious at first glance that he had achieved a lot."
Wang Zhong's eyes flashed slightly and he said: "Brother Xiang, if you are interested, why don't we communicate?"
"It's so good! It's so good!" The man named Xiang smiled even more.
"Just in time, I'm going to teach these little guys how to learn Baduanjin. Brother Xiang might as well help with some pointers!" It's said that he's giving advice to the children, but it's actually a disguised form of teaching.
The man surnamed Xiang was even more surprised. Although Wang Zhong was tall enough, his face was immature and he could not be more than 20 years old. Such a young man could be so experienced when it came to doing things.
"Then I'll bother Brother Wang."
Half an hour later, Wang Zhong said goodbye to this new friend, led the fourth child, and trotted back home.
Breakfast has been made before going out. Today’s breakfast is shrimp and crab porridge, as well as red bean paste buns.
Er Qiang had a special liking for shrimp and crab porridge and drank three bowls of it by himself. Simei preferred the sweet bean paste buns. After taking a mouthful of bean paste, he couldn't bear to wipe it off and licked it clean bit by bit with his tongue.
In the next two days, Wang Zhong could meet his new friend on the city tower every morning. He also learned that this friend's name was Xiang Jianguo. His name was very ordinary, but his children were not at all. not normal.
Xiang Jianguo has two sons and two daughters. The eldest and third are boys, and the second and fourth are girls. The eldest and second are born to his first daughter-in-law. They are both older than Wang. The third and fourth are his current daughters-in-law. Yes, they are all younger than Wang Zhong.
The third child, who is two years younger than Wang Zhong, is named Xiang Beigui. He is stocky and only half a head shorter than Wang Zhong. He has a rather large frame and is much stronger than his peers. He has a body for practicing martial arts, as well as a temperament. Somewhat rushed.
The youngest daughter's name is Xiang Nanfang. Yes, it's Xiang Nanfang. In the original plot, Yi Cheng is the official wife, two years younger than Yi Cheng. She is still in elementary school, but she is almost as tall as Yi Cheng.
Early the next morning, Xiang Jianguo, his brother and sister Xiang Beifang and Xiang Nanfang also joined the team to learn Baduanjin with Wang Zhong.
They are both children of about the same age, and in just one day, the two sides began to get familiar with each other.
However, Yicheng was a little shy and inferior, while the second strong ones were dumbfounded. Sanli and Simei, because of their young age and sweet looks, were more familiar with the two Xiang brothers and sisters.
Before we parted, there were already shouts of brother from the north and sister from the south.
"Uncle, the names of brother from the north and sister from the south are so interesting!" After returning home, a large group of people, four small people, and five people gathered around the faucet, washing up with two basins, Simei's crisp voice was full of unabashed emotion. of joy.
"Your names are also interesting, Yicheng, Erqiang, Sanli, and Simei." Wang Chong said with a smile: "Each has its own merits, no matter how good they are."
"Uncle, can I still play with Sister Nanfang tomorrow?" Simei looked at Wang Zhong expectantly and asked.
Xiang Beifang is tall and burly, but a little less handsome. His appearance is ordinary and he has little interest in the four beauties. However, Xiang Nanfang has quite outstanding appearance, exquisite facial features, good looks, and good skin. In addition, he exercises all the year round and has good family conditions. Whether you are eating well, not lacking in nutrients, healthy, full of qi and blood, and full of energy and spirit, you will naturally look good.
No wonder the beautiful Simei likes her.
"How do I know this? If nothing happens, it should be possible!"
"yeah!"
Simei jumped up happily.
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The next day, after the morning exercise with the four children, Wang Zhong did not stay at home, but went to Yuhong Machinery Factory.
Along the way, I heard people talking, and they were all talking about Ma Suqin.
In just a few days, Ma Suqin's story had spread throughout the factory.
"Xiao Zhong?"
As soon as she saw Wang Zhong, Ma Suqin hurriedly came up to him. From a distance of almost half a meter, she looked Wang Zhong up and down, and asked with concern: "How is your injury?"
Several workers in the same workshop and the nominal master, Master Wu, also came over and, like Ma Suqin, asked about Wang Zhong's injury.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern!"
"Is everything okay?" Ma Suqin was still a little worried and asked tentatively.
"It's really okay!" Wang Zhong said with a smile: "Look at me like this, does it look like something is wrong!"
"It's okay if it's okay, it's okay if it's okay!" Ma Suqin breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them didn't say much and started working directly. However, in order to avoid suspicion, Master Wu separated the two and asked Ma Suqin to work with a master in his forties, while Wang Zhong worked with Master Wu.
A few days passed like this, and the rumors in the factory intensified. The reason was simple, because the news that Ma Suqin's husband Liu Dakui was arrested by the Public Security Bureau somehow spread to the factory.
As the saying goes, good things don’t go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.
Immediately afterwards, Ma Suqin was domestically abused by Liu Dakui. With the help of the Factory Women's Federation, she successfully divorced Ma Suqin and sent Liu Dakui to prison. The news spread throughout the factory.
"You said Ma Suqin is the same. If you get divorced, you will get divorced. Why did you send her to prison?" On the boulevard after get off work, several male workers were also discussing Ma Suqin's matter.
"Who says it's not the case!" Another worker shook his head and sighed: "There is no way to live a married life without bumps and bumps. As the old saying goes, if a couple fights at the head of the bed and fights at the end of the bed, even if they get divorced, it won't be a problem. Send people to jail."
Several workers nodded in agreement.
Things tend to harm their own kind, that's generally how it is.
At this time, a voice sounded again: "Do you know how Ma Suqin's husband was arrested by the police?"
Several workers shook their heads.
The voice came to mind again: "On the day when Ma Suqin's husband made trouble at the gate of our factory, didn't the security department give him a lesson and then let him go? But Ma Suqin is not a good person. After knowing that she went back, her husband would definitely I would not let her go, so I invited people from the Women’s Federation, our factory’s security department, and the public security department.”
"How do you know so clearly?" A worker asked doubtfully.
"I was drinking with the big guy from the security department yesterday and listened to what he said!"
"Don't interrupt, hurry up and tell me what's going on!" A worker couldn't wait to grab the worker who interrupted just now.
"What can I do? As soon as Ma Suqin returned home, her husband attacked her. I heard from Daqiang that when the police broke into the door, Ma Suqin's husband was holding Ma Suqin's belt!"
"hiss······"
Wang Zhong was seven or eight meters behind, and his keen hearing allowed him to pick up all the discussions of the workers, and such discussions could be seen everywhere among the workers in groups.
After returning home, Wang Zhong just walked in and saw Yicheng and his younger brothers and sisters washing ingredients.
"Uncle!"
"There's a letter from you!"
"Sent from there?"
"Sent from the magazine."
"Magazine company?"
"Where to put it?"
"On your desk!"
Wang Zhong entered the main room, hung his satchel on the wall, and walked to the study room. There was a yellow envelope on the neat and clean desk.
Wang Zhong picked up the envelope, tore open the opening and took out the contents, a piece of letter paper and a remittance slip.
The letter was written by the editor of the magazine. Wang Zhong glanced at it briefly and put it aside. Instead, he held the huge bill in his hand and looked at the numbers on it with a smile on his face.
He walked out the door with the remittance slip and smiled at the four-channel sign next to the faucet: "10%, buy a chicken back tomorrow and some dried mushrooms, let's celebrate!"
"Uncle, are you rich?" Yicheng froze in his hand while washing vegetables and looked at Wang Zhong in confusion.
"I'm getting rich!" Wang Zhong raised the money order in his hand and said with a smile, "Isn't he getting rich?"
"Uncle, what are you holding in your hand? Is it valuable?" Simei walked to Wang Zhong curiously, pulled Wang Zhong's pants, and asked curiously.
Wang Zhong knelt down, supported Simei with one hand, and raised the remittance slip in front of her eyes. Simei blinked and didn't see what was valuable.
Sanli, who had just come over, said in surprise: "Remittance order?"
"Two hundred and seventy-two yuan?"
Sanli had learned to read from Yicheng a long time ago, and recently she was taught by Wang Zhong himself. She could recognize hundreds of simple characters. Although she couldn't recognize all the characters on the remittance slip, she knew the main ones.
When Yi Cheng heard this, he didn't even know that the dish in his hand had fallen into the basin. He suddenly stood up and ran to Wang Zhong's side. He looked at the remittance slip with shock on his face.
"Uncle, is this the money you earn from writing?" Sanli's big, shiny black eyes were flashing with light.
"That's right!" Wang Zhong said with a smile: "How about it, isn't my uncle great?"
"sharp!"
"sharp!"
The four little ones nodded in unison.
The next morning, during morning exercises, Simei proudly shared her joy with her new eldest sister, Xiang Nanfang. Xiang Jianguo was extremely surprised: "Xiao Zhong, don't you show your true face?"
When he looked at Wang Zhong, he subconsciously looked at him with concern.
"I just had the idea of giving it a try, but I didn't expect it to actually work." Wang Zhong said modestly.
"Whatever you wrote, I will read it later!" Xiang Jianguo was quite interested.
""The Fission of the Qin Empire""
"Great Qin Empire? History?" Xiang Jianguo was even more surprised. He thought it was some prose. After all, given Wang Zhong's age, he didn't expect it to be history.
In Xiang Jianguo's understanding, those who engage in history are either old scholars in their seventies or eighties with white beards and hair, or middle-aged people in their forties or fifties.
Moreover, it was only seven or eight years ago and Wang Zhong was only sixteen years old. Where did he come into contact with these things?
"It's not entirely history. It draws on part of history, uses a lot of Spring and Autumn writing techniques to polish it, and makes certain adaptations."
"Then I have to look back carefully!" If it is true, then this little brother who met by chance is a rare talent. Xiang Jianguo looked at Wang Zhong with a little more curiosity.
At such a young age, he is both talented in both civil and military affairs, and is very experienced in speaking and doing things. Xiang Jianguo knows that people have always been hiding dragons and crouching tigers, but given Wang Zhong's age, who would associate a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with an expert hermit? .
"It's such an honor. If there are any shortcomings, Brother Xiang, don't be stingy and give me advice!"
"What advice? I'm just a layman!" Xiang Jianguo said with a smile.
After exchanging pleasantries and resting for a while, they divided into two teams and ran back home.
At noon, Wang Zhong left the factory, took the money, ran to the tailor shop, made a set of clothes for each of the four children, and bought a new pair of shoes.
We also weighed three kilograms of brown sugar, bought a hat for Qi Qi, who was just over one year old, and was fostered in Qi Weimin's home, and bought a can of malted milk.
After sending the things home first, the Yi Cheng brothers and sisters who were having lunch almost stared at Wang Zhong who came back with large and small bags.
"Uncle, why did you buy so many things?"
Unlike the other two who were happy, Sanli and Simei, when Yi Cheng saw Wang Zhong carrying so many things, his first reaction was how much Wang Zhong spent.
"I'm so happy today. After all these years, I haven't been able to give you brothers and sisters a few decent gifts. This time, I'll treat them as my uncle's wishes and there's no need to refuse them!"
"Especially you, Yicheng!" Wang Zhong looked at Yicheng, raised his hand and patted his young yet solid shoulder, and said with a smile: "I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, my uncle knows it well."
"Uncle, I..." Yi Cheng's voice was choked and his expression moved slightly.
"Okay! Let's try on the clothes quickly!" Wang Zhong stuffed the bag of clothes he bought into Yi Cheng's hand and pushed him into the study.
Sanli and Simei had already carried their clothes into Wang Zhong's bedroom.
After a while, Sanli and Fourth Sister, who had put on new clothes, came out, and Wang Zhong felt his eyes light up.
Sanli's dress is a plain white dress, and Si Mei's dress is a pink floral dress.
The facial features of the two sisters are relatively delicate. They were not dressed up in the past, and most of the clothes they wore were old clothes that were eliminated by the first and second strong ones. They were three years new, three years old, and mended for another three years.
Now that I put on a new dress, I suddenly feel like I've changed my look.
"Look, my Sanli and Fourth sister are still very beautiful!"
"Really?" Sanli was fine. Although she had a smile on her face, she was still a bit indifferent. But the fourth sister was different. This girl jumped up and down to show off her new clothes in front of her brothers and sisters. , posing this way, doing that action, very lively.
"Yi Cheng, I have to go to work. I don't have time. Later, you and your brothers and sisters will take half of the brown sugar, put the fruit in a net bag, and take this can of malted milk and these clothes and hats for you. At my second aunt’s house, the fruits and brown sugar are for them, and the malted milk and these are from Qiqi.”
"Oh, by the way, put some peach cakes and white rabbit toffee at home and give some to Weimin and his brother and sister."
After giving Yi Cheng an explanation, Wang Zhong pushed his bicycle out the door again.
"Uncle, aren't you going to eat?" Yicheng called to Wang Zhong who was outside the door.
Wang Zhong smiled and said: "I had lunch in the factory cafeteria!"
"Okay, go back quickly!"
Wang Zhong pushed the bicycle, trotted a few steps, and sat on it.
Yicheng did not leave, but stood there, watching Wang Zhong's figure riding a bicycle disappear into the narrow alley, his eyes twinkling and his heart filled with warmth.
In the next few days, Wang Zhong went to work as usual during the day, tutored Yi Cheng and Er Qiang at home at night, and enlightened San Li and Simei.
Wang Chong had done this job countless times and was already familiar with it. Yi Cheng's academic performance is good, and with Wang Zhong helping to take care of his younger siblings, he doesn't have to worry about anything. In addition, Wang Zhong's tutoring, although the progress is not particularly significant because the time is still short, can still be felt.
Although Sanli and Simei are both in the stage of enlightenment, Sanli, who is quiet, restrained, obedient and sensible, has progressed far ahead of Simei.
Simei has a wild temper, can't sit still, and forgets what she has learned, but fortunately, she is still somewhat smart. Under the temptation of delicious food and beautiful clothes, scarves and hairpins, she does not learn too slowly.
The biggest headache for Wang Zhong was the top two. Every time he studied, this kid would start to feel dizzy. He could just sit there and fall asleep.
Even the inducements were useless, and Wang Zhong didn't know what to do.
In desperation, Wang Zhong could only choose to use coercion and make a study plan based on the actual situation of the top two. If he couldn't complete it, he would have to eat rice. The top two could only watch the fragrant dishes made by Wang Zhong.
This was just a desperation move, but unexpectedly the effect turned out to be surprisingly good.
