Chapter 8: The Way of the Future and Boxing ()

During the recovery period, Wang Jin was very sad. When his health was almost recovering, he wanted to help the villagers do some work within his ability, but Wang Fanren would dissuade him whenever he saw it: "Mr. Wang, you can read the text and write, and you are a scholar. How can you do such heavy work? If you don't dislike it, just have a good rest here."

Wang Jin was very moved and silently wrote down this kindness. If he had the chance to make a name for himself, he would definitely repay him tenfold. Each family gave him a small Futian.

To be honest, he is really a little confused about farm work.

But once he is free, he is sometimes depressed. Since everyone calls him a husband, then do what the husband should do. He gathers the children in the village together when he has time and teaches them to read and write, and does not have more than five big characters every day. While teaching these children, it is also the process of self-learning traditional characters.

Wang Jin was not a person who was at ease, and he kept thinking about how to repay the villagers' lives for their lives, so his mind was about how to make a fortune as quickly as possible and how to make a name for themselves, and then he would repay the villagers' lives.

Going abroad? But think about his standard Chinese English and he had already given it to the teacher. After thinking about it, Wang Jin gave up this idea that was not realistic. As for extra money, there is no need to think about it, just do something practical.

Do you have the capital to do business? He is working hard, just by his current body. Seeing Wang Erdan's shiny dark bronze skin and his body-building shuttlecock meat, he was only envious. After thinking for a while, he had no idea why he decided to wait until his illness was cured.

If you want to say that life in this village is very tight, and it is very difficult to just pass the flood, the villagers can live with each other and can barely survive.

Wang Jin sighed in his heart, and sometimes he felt very sad when he looked at it.

Compared with the villagers, Wang Fan's life is still good. In order to help Wang Jin recover as soon as possible, Wang Fan often asked his son Erdan to go to the river to beat some fish and shrimp. Wang Jin felt grateful that he did not suffer much, and he tasted some meat from time to time.

Although they live by the river, fishing is still a very dangerous skill. Not to mention, foreign warships have often been used on the Yangtze River. These foreigners (British people) are not good birds. When they are interested, they use warships to chase the villagers' boats.

To put it nicely, these villagers' boats are ships, but to put it nicely, they are a few broken wooden boards. They can float out of the water if they are lucky, but they will never get on. What's even more annoying is that the birds will fire two guns and shoot two shots when they are on a whim.

The people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait dared not speak out. As for the local governments, they would shout at these villagers who were "making trouble" and then turn big things into small things, and the Qing Dynasty regained peace.

Of course, Wang Jin didn't know that fishing was so dangerous, so he was safe. After all, he was born under the Red Flag and grew up under the Red Flag and had never experienced the life of the old society.

In this way, under the careful care of Wang Fanren's family, Wang Jin was finally getting better after half a month. With the strength, he began to consciously help the villagers do some farm work, but would Village Chief Wang let him do such heavy work?

In desperation, Wang Jin mostly taught children to read, and at noon, he told some free time that he had a few passages of "Story Book" that later generations heard from the radio. The villagers did not have many entertainment activities, and they could be considered scarce, so when they were resting at noon or at night, everyone's biggest fun was listening to Wang Jin's storytelling story.

There are quite a lot of jokes about Wang Jin. In addition to the traditional plays, classic martial arts novels of Gu Long and Jin Yong, there are also various novels I have read before. These people are fascinated by listening to them. Wang Jin gradually integrated into the life of Wangjia Village and became an indispensable part of the village.

"Sir, where are you from? How do you know so much?" After spending more than two months together, Wang Erdan admired Wang Jin very much, and couldn't help but feel curious. Of course, this also made Wang Jin very troubled, and this question was difficult to answer.

"I am Hubei Wu..." Wang Jin originally wanted to say that he was from Wuhan, but thinking about what kind of Wuhan was there at this time. Wuhan City, New China was merged from the merger of the three towns of Wuchang, Hankou and Hanyang. Moreover, Wang Erdan had never heard of the three towns of Wuhan.

But facing Wang Erdan with a curious face, he couldn't help but answer. Who knows if this is a test? "I am from Wuchang, Hubei. I studied in a private school in my early years and have been roaming in the world. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have been frustrated to go to Fengdu City to report to the King of Hell."

"What are you talking about, sir?" Wang Erdan was a little confused and his attention was successfully distracted.

Wang Jin felt awkward, and always felt that Comrade Erdan was scolding him, so he hurriedly waved: "Okay, don't want to be in front of the teacher or the teacher. We are of the same age, and I can't afford to be the word "sir". If you can look at me, just call me "Brother Wang." In fact, he didn't feel that he couldn't afford to be the one. In his era, Mr. and Miss were the same, it was not a good word. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he was very disgusted with these words.

"Okay, Mr. Yi." Erdan said with a simple smile, Wang Jin rolled his eyes and quickly scratched his scalp and shouted embarrassedly: "Brother Wang..."

Wang Jin nodded with satisfaction.

Erdan was moved, feeling that the distance between him and his husband was much closer, and he had completed his father's task, and he also relaxed his mind: "Sir, oh no, Brother Wang, what punch do you punch every morning!"

"This is the Liuhe plum blossom boxing in our hometown. If you want to learn it, I can teach you." Of course, this is all Wang Jin's nonsense. He used to be stubborn in the gray area and he could not help but deal with those people on the Tao. How could he do without some kung fu? So he specially asked the relatives of capable people in the countryside to teach him. As for the name of this kung fu, he really didn't know very well.

At that time, my relatives said that it was a means of crops, but now he said it was a plum blossom fist, which was all about gilding on his face.

Erdan was very moved and hesitated on his face: "Is this OK?"
Chapter completed!