Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Family

"I heard that your gang of four went to see people being shot yesterday?" Crazy Wu's expression was half a smile, and Zhu Ziqiang rolled his eyes at him, cursing the old man in his heart, and said vaguely: "Well, what will you give me today?" say what?" Crazy Wu smiled and said: "Don't talk to me about it, just pretend I don't know, seven guns, right? Hehe, it's rare! I heard that guy is also a famous person in the county, one can fight three or four, and his name is Xu Laoer Bar?" Zhu Ziqiang's mind couldn't help but see Xu's second child's smile facing the gun, his pale face, and his fearless expression. Does this look like a rapist?

"Hey, Ziqiang, what's the matter with you today? Could it be that you were scared stupid by being shot?" Zhu Ziqiang said angrily: "Then there is nothing to be afraid of. I have seen my father kill pigs. Shooting people is no different from killing pigs. The end is death, but..." Crazy Wu laughed and said, "Just what?" "What's the use of learning martial arts? Can it block bullets? Ha, although I took seven shots yesterday, it was still a flesh and blood body, bang! One shot hits the other side! The seven shots are smashed!" Zhu Ziqiang finally said. Out of doubt, I practice hard every day, for what?

Crazy Wu frowned. This little guy started to have his own thoughts. He grabbed the hookah at his feet, twisted a piece of tobacco, lit it with a match, and smoked a few puffs. Zhu Ziqiang looked at him quietly. , the old and the young did not speak, and the whole yard fell silent. After smoking three pieces of tobacco, Crazy Wu stood up and said, "You are right! No matter how strong martial arts are, they can't stand up to airplanes and cannons. From the Opium War to the War of Resistance Against Japan, people who really know martial arts are almost dead. However, if you want Understand a little bit: Martial arts training is not to block bullets, let alone to bully the weak! The purpose of martial arts training is to strengthen the body, sharpen the temper, and thirdly, it can be regarded as inheritance. Didn't it all go into the loess?"

Zhu Ziqiang said disapprovingly: "Practice what you have learned! This is what you taught me, why should I learn it? According to what you and the master said, I am a good material. Is there no one else besides me?" Crazy Wu smiled and said, "You think it's so easy to find? Well, let's get down to business, the old rules, you practice first, and then today I will teach you an ancient essay in junior high school." Zhu Ziqiang stood up, took off his clothes and pants two or three times, and only wore a pair of blue cloth shorts made by a sewing machine. It was near the end of the year and the temperature was very low, but Zhu Ziqiang didn't feel the cold at all. This may be another benefit of practicing martial arts .Ever since he learned to swim in summer, Zhu Ziqiang has basically never been down the river except in rainy days. Fu Lei and Luo Yong were also dragged by him to practice winter swimming.

Master Hong’s practice of hitting hard was very interesting. At the beginning, Crazy Wu pulled a rope in the yard, hung it with branches, and then drew a line to keep Zhu Ziqiang from exceeding the line. The purpose of the branch is to break the branch, no matter how hard you swing your fist, Crazy Wu only stares at your feet, once it crosses the line, it will be counted immediately. Zhu Ziqiang thought it was interesting. He had a very strong mind. He beat him for three days, but he could only touch the branch, and the branch was hanging in the air. If he hit it with a punch, it would sway backwards. The possibility of being interrupted was too small. up!Suspecting in his heart that Crazy Wu was deliberately torturing him, his strength gradually decreased, and his movements also seemed weak. Seeing this, Crazy Wu walked up to him without saying a word, punched him, and there was a sound of wind, and the branches broke down.

Now Zhu Ziqiang had nothing to say. After fighting for two months, he finally broke all the branches hanging on the rope. When he entered the yard the next day, hey, the old guy was so tricky, all the sticks were stuck on the rope. , You can understand it at the first sight, the branch can be exchanged for a note, and you can type it! This time, he fought for half a year. What made Zhu Ziqiang extremely annoyed was that the paper was not like a tree branch. Once the fist touched the paper, it would float back. Crazy Wu said with a smile: "Speed! You can go so fast that the paper has no time to dodge." It just breaks."

After the note was interrupted, Crazy Wu sighed and said: "You are really a talent for practicing martial arts. The next step is to play the cloth. Unfortunately, I don't have internal skills, and your foundation is too weak. The training methods are the same, but the cloth must be played. Use Qi Jin, so I can't teach you this, after you have practiced your internal skills, you can do it slowly, after you have finished learning Chang Da, the next step is Cun Jin, hehe..." Crazy Wu's sinister smile made Zhu Ziqiang almost turn around and leave at that time, but he was really curious about the so-called inch strength?

This time the limit distance is not on the feet, but on the hands. Before each punch, put your fists close to the branches, with an inch apart, which means that the length of the entire punch is one inch. Crazy Wu demonstrated it again, stretching his hands straight to the branches , the fingertips touched the branch, and then suddenly made a fist and struck forward, the shoulders did not move, and the branch broke into several pieces.Crazy Wu said: "Long hitting practice is the coordination of waist strength and arm strength, and finally it is completed through striking movements. The inch strength is different, and the concealment is very strong. Starting from the elbow, the whole body does not move. It all depends on the instantaneous explosive power. The process of the long fight is similar, can you interrupt it for two months like the long fight?"

An inch to break a branch!Zhu Ziqiang smiled wryly, but Crazy Wu had already shown him the whole thing, so he was definitely not playing tricks. After more than a year of practice, Zhu Ziqiang has been beating the branches with Cunjin for a month. Today, as usual, he hit the branches non-stop for an hour. Cooperate with the movement, open and close, practicing Cun Jin. On the surface, one hand is moving, but the muscles of the whole body are constantly contracting. After a while, Zhu Ziqiang is sweating all over his body. I committed a crime. Although I have been fighting and losing repeatedly for a month, I still haven't thought about giving up.

An hour passed quickly, as usual, after Crazy Wu yelled to stop, Zhu Ziqiang stared blankly at the branches on the rope. The small branches seemed to be mocking his incompetence, Zhu Ziqiang shook his head, and after a long fight He has become more and more persistent now. He has to eat food bite by bite, walk step by step on the road, and write words one by one. Crazy Wu took the lead to enter the main room, and all the paper, ink, pens and inkstones on the square table inside were arranged. Zhu Ziqiang became more and more conscious. This is a very happy thing, so Crazy Wu didn’t bother to lecture him. All things are possible!

Since learning ancient Chinese from Crazy Wu, the Three Character Classic, Hundred Surnames, Thousand Character Classic, Collection of Worthy Words, and some Tang poems can be easily spoken. Although the meaning is not fully understood, this learning progress can be achieved quickly to describe. Crazy Wu opened a thread-bound book, and Zhu Ziqiang glanced at the title of the book. There was a small vertical letter underneath: "Hidden is the book of the king". Look at this "Lanting Collection Preface", which was written by Wang Xizhi in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but this word is not written by him himself, it is a manuscript made by a sour scholar in the late Qing Dynasty. The calligraphy is not bad, and there are only 33 ancient prose that are widely circulated. , It’s a little inappropriate to teach you these things now, let’s just practice calligraphy, practice brush calligraphy from block script to running script to cursive script, step by step, today we will learn this ancient prose.” After speaking, he shook his head and shook his head, and began to read with his eyes half-closed: "Yonghe Ninth Year, at the age of Kuichou, at the beginning of late spring, I will meet at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji, to do auspicious things. A group of virtuous people will arrive, and the young and old will gather together. Here there are lofty mountains, luxuriant forests and bamboos; there are also clear and turbulent streams, which are reflected on the left and right. I think that the flowing cups and curved waters are next in line; although there is no flourish of silk and bamboo orchestras, one cup and one chant are enough to narrate the quiet feelings..." Zhu Ziqiang's hair swelled when he heard it. He stood in front of the table, spread out a piece of white paper and began to copy stroke by stroke. The old one enjoyed himself while the young one focused on writing. Pig liver was finally expelled from school in the second year of junior high school!Zhu Dachang and his wife couldn't think of any good solution, so they had to follow Wu Zhengmu's arrangement and transfer to the county town to continue their studies. Board and lodging became a problem for a while, and living in school was definitely not an option!According to the nature of the pig's liver, within three months, he would definitely be in trouble.The uncles in the county city were reluctant to take him in, Zhu Dachang agreed to give him living expenses in a hurry, and Wu Zhengjin, the boss of the county power company, immediately accepted the pig liver. On this day, Zhu Ziqiang studied Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteousness" and recited loudly toward the pig's intestines: "Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds. The bottom is the river and the moon, and the top is the sun and stars. People call it Haoran." , Peihusai Cangming..." Zhu Gan looked at Zhu Ziqiang thoughtfully after listening to Zhu Ziqiang's recitation, and took the initiative to say to Zhu Ziqiang: "I'm leaving, you study hard! Read mine too, and rely on it in the future." you!" Zhu Ziqiang shook his head and said, "People have to rely on themselves!" Zhu Gan nodded as if realizing something: "What did you learn from Mr. Wu?" Zhu Ziqiang smiled and said: "Calligraphy, Three Character Classic, Thousand Character Classic, Hundred Family Surnames..." Zhu Gan interrupted impatiently: "I mean you learn Kung Fu from him!" "Ah! Master Wu knows kung fu? Why don't I know?" The pig liver moved to Zhu Ziqiang's ear, his voice was very low, but he said viciously: "Don't think I don't know, he is teaching you real Kung Fu! Hmph, I'm leaving, you should study hard. I will wait for you in the county seat this September. You, I don't make trouble, wait for you to come down and teach me!" Zhu Ziqiang squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay! A man means what he says." Under the urging and cursing of the pork belly, the pig liver left the dog street, but whether he left or not didn't seem to have much reaction to the family, anyway, others are not lost in the dog street. Zhu Dachang said with a lot of emotion: "If it was the old society, this bastard must be a famous person. I hope he can go to the army after finishing junior high school." Zhu Ziqiang watched his mother and second elder brother get into the car and left, turned his head and smiled at Zhu Dachang, "Today is just the two of us, going to the restaurant?" It lit up immediately, took out a few dollars from the greasy trouser pocket, cleared them with chubby fingers: "Four dollars and six, that's enough! Go to a restaurant with me for lunch today!" Zhu Ziqiang smiled and said, "Then I'll go to school first." Just when Yang Yuyan came over with her schoolbag on her back, Zhu Dachang smiled and said, "Your little daughter-in-law is here, hurry up and carry your schoolbag, hehe, dog day's reading is all in your pocket." Zhu Ziqiang rolled his eyes, not daring to talk back to Zhu Dachang. He had already made up his mind not to swear. Any good words? Yang Yuyan stepped forward and said hello to Zhu Dachang obediently: "Hello, Uncle Zhu!" Take the big one down, and return the small one to the third one. The sisters took it all together. "Good girl, Yuyan, wait a minute, go to the market tomorrow and ask your father to come to my stall to get meat, hehe, look at how thin you are..." Yang Yuyan smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhu." Zhu Ziqiang went home quickly, put on his schoolbag, and left quickly with Yang Yuyan. Zhu Dachang looked at the backs of the two little ones, and let out a series of triumphant laughter, which made Zhu Ziqiang feel chills all over his body! After school, Zhu Ziqiang heard the sound of pots and spoons as soon as he entered the house. He stretched his head to see that the pork belly had returned. Zhu Dachang rolled his eyes at him, indicating that the restaurant could not be finished.Zhu Ziqiang laughed out loud: "Dad, do you want to drink secretly?" Zhu Dachang hurriedly raised his fingers and blew, and cursed in a low voice: "You want my cat's life! Didn't you see the tigress at home? Don't tell her, do you hear me?" Zhu Ziqiang suppressed a smile and said: "Then you will give me two yuan and three yuan! Anyone who sees it will have a share, otherwise you will get it!" Zhu Dachang stared, and was about to scold someone, Zhu Ziqiang pointed to the kitchen, Zhu Dachang's eyes were as if they were about to breathe fire, and he didn't move, just staring at Zhu Ziqiang like that. "No, right? Then I'll call! Mom..." Zhu Ziqiang stared at the pig's large intestine proudly, and the "Mom" in his mouth dragged on purposely for a long time... Zhu Dachang's face turned green all of a sudden, as if all the oil and water had been squeezed out, and he looked at Zhu Ziqiang very pitifully. "I'm back, I'm hungry!" Zhu Ziqiang smiled and reached out to the pig's intestines. Pork belly said: "Hurry up, hurry up, wait a little longer!" Zhu Dachang cursed in a low voice: "My god, your mother..." Zhu Ziqiang made a silent gesture of "Shh..." and said: "The last chance, if you don't share the spoils, I will really report it!" Zhu Dachang looked at Zhu Ziqiang helplessly, and cursed in a low voice: "Boy, you are cruel! I will give you 50 cents! If you dare to ask for more, I will beat you!" Zhu Ziqiang half-closed his eyes and roared, "Mom..." Zhu Dachang said anxiously: "One piece! No more..." "mom!!" "Alas, it's called a soul, is it true that a starving ghost is reincarnated?" Zhu Ziqiang quietly said to Zhu Dachang: "Two yuan and three! One penny is a lot!" Zhu Dachang was very angry: "My god you..." Zhu Ziqiang said: "Any insults will add ten cents! Two yuan and four!" Zhu Dachang stared at Zhu Ziqiang and said: "Pull you down, I will hand it in on my own initiative! Fuck you! Wife... I picked up four or sixty cents today!" He looks like. The pork belly rushed out like a wind: "Really! Where? Bring it!" Zhu Dachang slowly stretched his hand to his trousers, Pork Belly rushed over, quickly reached out his hand to take out the bag, grabbed out the money, and stretched his other hand to the side trouser pocket, the movement was dizzyingly fast, and he took it out in a few strokes clean! Zhu Ziqiang stared at his parents dumbfounded. He never expected that Zhu Dachang would die together!Zhu Dachang looked at him triumphantly, it was extremely hateful! Zhu Ziqiang knew it was over, turned around and sat down on the dining table, jumped up again immediately, and said to the pork belly with a smile: "Good mother, seeing that the money is divided into half, it is picked up anyway, you can buy me some stationery. " The pork belly had just finished counting, and he said in a good mood: "I'll give you a dollar! Haha, your dad is really good, let him pick up money when he has nothing to do from now on." When Zhu Dachang heard this, his happy expression disappeared without a trace, and he looked at the mother and son with hatred, his mouth kept moving, Zhu Ziqiang kept laughing and pounding on the table and the bench, Pork Belly said: "What's the matter Saner? One yuan Just to make you happy like this? Would you still feel bad if my old lady gave you two yuan?" Zhu Ziqiang shook his head, he was out of breath from laughing, his eyes glanced at Zhu Dachang's angry face, and he couldn't control himself any more.Zhu Dachang cursed loudly: "Crazy little bastard! Let's eat, I'm hungry!" When the pork belly came into the kitchen humming a song, Zhu Dachang quickly rushed to Zhu Ziqiang's side, pinched Zhu Ziqiang's neck, and cursed in a low voice: "Shameless thing, dare to insult your father!" Zhu Ziqiang Laughing so boringly, he also felt that Zhu Dachang didn't really want to beat him, and he didn't resist. He deliberately rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. He cooperated very well. Finally, Zhu Dachang couldn't help laughing and said: "What do you know?" Ah, your second brother pays fifteen yuan a month to go to your uncle's house, and your elder brother goes to school in the city for thirty yuan a month, well, it's not easy for your mother, you know?" After speaking, he let go of his hands. Zhu Ziqiang felt sore in his heart. He didn't say anything, but he knew in his heart that it was his father who suffered the most. To collect pigs, sometimes you have to walk dozens of miles a day, and you have to rush back after buying the pigs, even if it is windy or rainy.He is so fat, and the road in the mountains is difficult. Thinking of this, Zhu Ziqiang leaned his head on his father's shoulder: "When I grow up, I will let you have a good life!"