Super Unlimited Recharge System

Chapter 4 Martial Arts Dream

Fujishan No. 06 Middle School ended at five o'clock, and it was already 30:[-] when Chen Yu returned home.

There are only four houses in the house made of random stones and mud, two bedrooms, one kitchen, and another house for pigs.Next to it are two green brick houses, one bedroom and one kitchen, owned by grandma Zhao Hong.

There are four and a half people in Chen Yu's family, father Chen Weiguo, mother Xia Yu, sister Chen Yu, grandma Zhao Hong, and grandma can only be counted as half, because the other half of grandma belongs to uncle Chen Dajun's family.

33-year-old Xia Yu looked at her eldest son with a surprised expression. He used to wear clean clothes to school in the morning, but when he came back there was always some mud, and occasionally his shoes were still wet.

The time when I came back today was not a few minutes later than usual, but the clothes, pants and shoes on her body were almost all clean, which was very different from before, so she could tell the difference at a glance.

"Mom, I'm back."

Chen Yu cried out in a complicated mood. Looking at his mother in front of him, he couldn't help but think of his parents on the other side of the earth, not to mention how uncomfortable he was. If it wasn't for the fact that there was a younger brother there, he would have started crying a long time ago.

"Eat first, and then do homework after eating." Xia Yu said.

"Brother, you can play with me later, okay?" Chen Yu, who was only five years old with two braids, said expectantly.

When father Chen Weiguo and mother Xia Yu were together, they would quarrel every now and then, but the relationship between the two was very good. When Chen Yu was about to be born, the parents discussed that if they had a boy, they would call them Chen Yu. If it's a girl, it's Chen Yu.
"Xiao Yu, go and ask your grandma to come over for dinner." Xia Yu said expressionlessly.

Grandpa Chen Wensheng passed away 12 years ago.Grandma Zhao Hong is 56 years old this year, and she is quite healthy. She lives alone in two green brick houses. She usually cooks for herself, and occasionally asks her to come over when the two eat meat.

Uncle Chen Dajun discussed with his father and decided that starting from next year, Grandma Shanyue will live in the old family’s house, and Grandma Shuangyue will live in the family of the second child, and the medical expenses will be shared equally by the two families. Child.

"Mom, eat more meat." Xia Yu picked up a few pieces of meat and put them in Zhao Hong's bowl.

"Mom, grandma, sister, eat more." Chen Yu picked up the chopsticks and picked up some meat for the three family members.

"Xiaoyu, you are growing up. You should eat more. Grandma is getting old and her appetite is not very good. She can't eat so much." Zhao Hong said with a smile, and put the meat in the bowl into it again. In Chen Yu's bowl, he only kept one piece for himself.

"The child is sensible." Xia Yu was relieved, with a little more smile on her face.

"Xia Yu, come and answer the phone." The voice resounding throughout the village came from the big courtyard.

There is only one landline in Wufeng Village. It costs 1 cents a minute to make calls within the mansion, and RMB 1 to make long-distance calls outside the mansion. Answering calls is free, and that landline is at Uncle Chen Dajun's home.

Chen Dajun is the village head of Wufeng Village. There is a subsidy for installing a telephone. Ordinary people need more than 1000 yuan to install a landline. In this day and age, 1000 cash is a rich man. How many people in Wufeng Village can come up with more than [-] yuan in cash?
"Here we come!" Xia Yu answered with a loud voice, put down the bowl and chopsticks and ran out.

Chen Yu, who was still in kindergarten, saw his mother go away, sobbing and crying.

Ten minutes later, Xia Yu walked back quickly with a smile on her face.

"Did Weiguo call?" Zhao Hong asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, Wei Guo said, he will come back to repair the house in a few days." Xia Yu said with a smile.

After Chen Weiguo got married, he went to the coastal areas to work, and he only came back in the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month every year.

Chen Yu put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "Mom, I'm going to do my homework."

"En!" Xia Yu nodded.

"Mom, I want to watch cartoons." Chen Yu shouted.

"The cartoon is over long ago, and the cartoon will be available tomorrow." Xia Yu said.

There is a [-]-inch black-and-white TV at home, which was bought by his father Chen Weiguo last year. He can only watch three channels, namely Dahan [-], Southwest [-], and Southwest [-].

Putting away a high bench and bringing a low bench to sit down, Chen Yu took out the homework assigned by the teacher and started to do it. In less than 10 minutes, he finished all the homework.

As night fell, grandma, mother, and younger sister sat in front of the TV, watching a martial arts drama covered in snow and only in black and white.

Chen Yu closed the door, got into the bed, took out the martial arts novel bought by his father Chen Weiguo, turned on a flashlight with batteries, and read it with relish. When he saw the protagonist flying over the eaves and shattering the sword, he was very yearning.

In the rural areas of this era, there are no mobile phones or computers.There are very few entertainment activities. It is good to have a TV at home, and it is good to have a tape recorder. A few years ago, as long as they had dinner, dozens or even hundreds of people watched a TV.

Chen Yu, who had no distractions, was fascinated by the sight. When he heard footsteps from far and near, he quickly turned off the flashlight, hid the martial arts novel, exposed his head under the quilt, and lay motionless on the bed, pretending to be sleeping. The look of being caught.

The next day, after breakfast at six o'clock, Chen Yu headed to school with a heavy schoolbag on his back and a lunch box filled with rice.

Wu Kui, Wu Ji, Ning Que, Wu Suo, and Wu Lan joined the school team one after another.

"The homework is collected, take it out, and Teacher Qin asked me to collect it." The representative of the Chinese class, Tang Poetry, shouted like a yellow warbler.

One by one, the students took out their Chinese homework and put it on the side of the desk near the aisle.

"Students, take out your math homework. Teacher Sun asked me to take it for him." Wang Yongjiang, the math class representative, said.

One by one, the students took out their math homework again and placed it on the side of the desk near the aisle.

While the students in the class were studying by themselves, Qin Chaohua, the Chinese teacher, and Sun Zhengfeng, the math teacher, were correcting their homework.

As soon as the time reached 07:30, the bell that could be heard throughout the school rang on time.

Ten minutes later, Sun Zhengfeng walked in and said in a calm voice, "Hello, students."

"Hello, teacher." All the students stood up and shouted in unison.

"Sit down!" After Sun Zhengfeng finished speaking, Wang Yongjiang, the class representative, came to the stage, handed out all the homework, and glanced at Chen Yu who was sitting in the fourth row. He looked away again and began to explain the math problems.

Whether it is Fujiyama No. [-] Middle School, Fujiyama No. [-] Middle School, or Fujiyama Middle School, the students with the best grades in the class sit in the second and third rows in the middle, and the students with better grades either sit in the first row or sit in the middle row. Sit on both sides of the second and third rows.

There are two students on one desk and half of them. If two students who are not in harmony with each other become the same desk, a line will be drawn in the middle of the desk, and whoever crosses the line will be pinched. There are eight students sitting on four desks in a row.

A dividing line was drawn on almost all the tables, and a few early characters were engraved, and on some tables, there was also engraved a so-and-so visit here...

There is a desk on each side of the classroom, and the two desks in the middle of the classroom are next to each other. The students who can sit in the middle of the second and third rows are definitely the top students in the class, that is, the few with the best grades. Students who are not close enough are not qualified to sit in those seats.

Little Chen Yu's grades were above average, and he reached the middle of the fourth row, which was a pretty good position. Now that Big Chen Yu has traveled through time, little Chen Yu is left with only obsession. With the two Chen Yus merged into one, his grades are adequate. crush all students.

"Among the teachers in Fujiyama No. [-] Middle School, there is only one who graduated from a master's degree. After all, I also graduated from a key university with a bachelor's degree. In terms of cultural level alone, how many of the high school students in the school can compare with me?"

(End of this chapter)