Chapter 2 The first skill is swimming

Author: Ma Ji Liao'er

Chapter 2 The first skill is swimming

Lunch is noodles.

In the large ceramic bowl, the hand-made noodles, which are not very white, have been filtered in cold water, so they don't taste so hot. There are still a few green vegetable leaves in it. They are sprinkled with sesame salt and poured with a spoonful of garlic juice.

Just a good meal.

The promised eggs were not available, and Yan Changqing didn't care. He had been fooled all his life and was very used to it.

Sesame salt is made from sesame seeds that have been fried in a pot, sprinkled with some salt and then crushed with a rolling pin. Garlic cloves in garlic sauce are added with fennel leaves. It tastes very delicious.

Sometimes fennel leaves are replaced with allspice leaves, which are delicious anyway.

Although it is light and not oily, Yan Changqing felt like crying while eating it. This is a unique taste of his hometown and he has not eaten it for a long time.

Not daring to raise his head for fear of tears falling, he simply lowered his head and ate.

The smiling grandfather next to him was extremely happy: "Eat more for the seven pounds, and you will grow bigger in the future!"

Yan Changqing wanted to cry again, and a little bit wanted to scold himself, he was really worthless...

My grandparents were still there at this time, and during the busy farming season, they would go to their two sons' houses to help cook at home.

After eating a big bowl of noodles, you will have a round belly, and you have to drink some noodle soup. The saying in my hometown is "the original soup turns the original food". Whether you are making noodles or dumplings, you must drink some soup. If you don't drink it, you will be beaten.

In the last life, Yan Changqing was beaten a lot because of him. Anyway, the more he was allowed to drink, the less he drank. He was just a troublemaker, and then he was beaten.

But now he honestly carried the big bowl, ran to the stove, stepped on a small bench, scooped out half the bowl with a spoon, and while blowing on it to cool it down quickly, he moved to the shade of the trees in the yard.

Grandpa was surprised: "Hey, Qijin has really grown up, he even knows how to ladle soup..."

Even my parents were surprised, but they didn't say anything, but they looked obviously happy.

Yan Changqing was also very happy.

Then he put the bowl on the chair, and a jade plate appeared in front of his eyes.

He just ate a big bowl of rice, but he doesn’t have any eating skills!

He tried it and found that this thing was indeed a golden finger. It complied with the golden finger's law and he was the only one who could see it.

It seems that this skill needs to be studied slowly.

But it doesn't matter, he has plenty of time.

After drinking the soup, I started walking around, looking at old houses that were both familiar and unfamiliar. Later, my parents went out to work and renovated the house into a small building, but no one came back to live there.

No one cares about him. Rural children are like this. As long as they don't go to school, they just wander around and do whatever they are not allowed to do, causing headaches for their families.

Seven or eighty-nine, you think it’s a dead dog!

…

My hometown is very simple.

There are three brick houses side by side, one main house is also called the main house, and the two east and west rooms are bedrooms. There is also a shed at each end, with a woodshed on the east side and a pallet farm implements on the west side.

There are two jujube trees, a pear tree and a toon tree in the yard outside. The toon tree with thick arms is pitiful. Only the top has leaves, and the lower branches have been plucked out to eat the toon leaves.

On the west side of the yard is the chicken pen and toilet, and on the east side is the kitchen. These are all earthen walls, including the courtyard wall.

The most decent piece of furniture in the main room is a long table, placed against the back wall, with both ends only a cabinet away from the walls on both sides.

But there is no cabinet to put it in. This table has cabinets under both ends and drawers above.

The other furniture is a small square table, two benches, and a few chairs.

Yan Changqing is looking at the calendar. It is a small calendar as big as a palm. Every day, a page is torn out. It is still half as thick.

The year is 1988, and he is six years old now.

This year, there were no household appliances in his home, not even flashlights or electric lamps. The country is currently implementing a rural electrification plan, but it will take time to implement it. It will probably be possible to get electricity in the next two years.

There are no kindergartens or preschool classes in the countryside. When he is seven years old, he will go to a neighboring village to attend primary school.

Then he went to middle school in the town. The first time he went to the county town was probably when he was taking the high school entrance exam. It was his first time going to a big city.

But this life must change.

After thinking about it, he went to the mat on the floor in the middle of the main room and began to study his golden finger.

…

"Brother Qijin, Brother Qijin, do you want to go out and play?"

In a daze, I heard shouting.

Yan Changqing raised his head, rubbed his eyes, and saw two bald-headed babies walking in carelessly: "Brother Qijin, you are still sleeping, go and play!"

It was Erwa who was speaking. This naughty kid was grinning while talking. Yan Changqing understood immediately: "Let's go, let's go!"

The grandfather who fanned him while he was sleeping was not happy: "Don't sneak into the pool to play. No one is allowed to enter the water."

"I know, Master San!" Tiedan replied quickly. "We won't sneak into the pool to play!"

…

A few minutes later, three naked little children screamed and ran wildly into the large pond beside the village.

They are not sneaky, they are aboveboard.

The reason they were beaten in the morning was because the three naughty children went to play in the river where no adults were watching. In this pond, the most they could get was a few words, and usually they would not be beaten.

There are people under the shade of the trees on the shore, people who are not taking a nap watching. Over the years, no one has drowned in this big pond by the village.

This large pond has dozens of acres of land. There are lotus roots planted in the distance, fish in the pond, and river mussels in the mud at the bottom of the pond.

It's also strange. Every year, the children touch the mussels in the pond, take them back, break them open and feed them to the ducks. However, over the years, the mussels in the pond have not been touched cleanly.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the water in the pond was warm. The naughty children were as naked as loaches. You jumped out and I jumped in, and then I gathered a few people and started playing with stones.

Yan Changqing also had a lot of fun. Erba Tiedan asked him to play a game of touching stones, and he took the initiative to choose the job of throwing stones.

What fun is there in touching stones? A group of naughty children carry a pond on their backs, and then one person throws a big stone into the water, and a group of people get in and touch it. Whoever touches it first wins.

Very boring.

The biggest advantage of this game is that every time a group of naughty kids come ashore, they have to count the numbers to prevent someone from sneaking in the pond and taking the lead.

But when Yan Changqing looked at it again, he felt that this game had a life-saving function - he would climb to the edge of the pond every few minutes and count the numbers to prevent someone from getting out of the water and drowning.

After the naked boy stood up, Yan Changqing threw the stone towards the pond and continued to study his skills.

Do a lap of backstroke, a lap of breaststroke, throw a stone once, come down and do a dog paddle...

When his hands and feet were soaked in the water and turned white and wrinkled, Yan Changqing finally couldn't help laughing.

On the small jade plate, under the two symbols representing skills, two words appeared: swimming.

Yan Changqing probably understood a little bit. He had learned how to swim in his previous life. He had been swimming for many years and now he was just getting good at it again, so this skill came quickly.

After the word "swimming", there is a progress bar, and there is a symbol behind it, which means that this is a first-level skill.

But there is no option to add anything below.

Just like Wei Zhongxian reached 9,000 years old, but he still can't change... the fact that the bottom is gone.

Yan Changqing wants to give a bad review.

…

The small jade plate is a bit small, but Yan Changqing studied the skill progress bar for a while and found that the length of the progress bar can change according to his own wishes. As long as the length becomes long enough, the estimated progress will be more accurate.

After thinking for a while, Yan Changqing simply joined his friends and started splashing in the water together.

Originally, his swimming level was only average in the village, but now he has many more years of experience than others, and after developing his skills, he clearly feels that he has more control over his body, including more accurate judgments of the water environment.

The bottom of the pond next to the shore is made of yellow mud, which is hardened underneath, but going inside is silt.

In his previous life, he was so stupid that he only knew how to dig in, often burying his face in the mud. Now that he has mastered the skills, there is no risk of his appearance being disfigured.

Don't talk about opening your eyes in the water. There are more than a dozen naughty children splashing around the edge of the pond. It is obvious that the water in this area is a little yellow and cannot be seen at all.

After playing for an afternoon, Yan Changqing came to some conclusions.

First of all, after you have skills, when you work hard to improve your skill proficiency, you are not instilling a lot of experiences and memories in your mind at once, but you can always quickly find the right direction of your efforts.

Take broadcasting exercises as an example. If you do an action a hundred times, only one time is the most correct and will improve you the most. Normally, you need to practice many times before you can find that feeling again. But with the golden finger, as long as you

After doing it right once, I immediately felt that it was right.

It's like that flash of inspiration in the dark. Originally, you needed to think back countless times and try countless times to catch it, but now that flash of inspiration is in your mind,

It has become a star in the sky. As long as you are willing, that star can be observed and experienced by you, allowing you to guide you on the road ahead as to what is right and what is wrong.

This is the real golden finger, which surpasses the guidance of any famous teacher, so that every effort can get the greatest benefit, and even make people immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves.

Secondly, if you want to improve your skills, you have to concentrate.

When Yan Changqing started studying swimming skills, he only thought about the progress bar, but his improvement was slow.
To be continued...