Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 "Oh! Why are you still taking so many gifts? This is really true." Zhang Guangpu looked a little at a loss.

　　 "Okay, I also introduced you to each other. If I have something to do with my family, just go ahead. If you have anything you want, just talk about it yourself."

　　 Song Yuancheng got up and left, leaving Wanfeng and Zhang Guangpu in the house.

　　 Zhang Guangpu hesitantly asked: "Little...brother, what do you mean?"

　　 The scene in front of him is really weird. A child came with a heavy gift, and Zhang Guangpu couldn't figure out what was going on.

　　 "My name is Wanfeng. I came from Longjiang a year ago. Now I am studying at my grandfather's house. My grandfather's name is Zhu Xianyu and my uncle's name is Zhuping."

　　 "I've heard of your grandfather, do you keep the one in the orchard of the Wei Brigade?"

　　Wanfeng’s grandfather did indeed work as a custodian in the orchard.

　　 "Yes! It's him."

　　 Zhang Guangpu nodded: "That's good, but what are you doing with me?"

　　 "I heard Uncle Zhang you know martial arts, I want to learn from you."

　　 Zhang Guangpu smiled: "What kind of martial arts I am, it's just wrestling. What are you doing with this? Besides, I won't accept disciples."

　　Wanfeng certainly knows that Zhang Guangpu can wrestle.

"Wrestling is fine. When I was in Longjiang, I followed a young man from Yenching to the countryside to learn martial arts for a few days. He returned to the city last spring. I don't want to throw it away, so I want to learn anything as long as I can keep fit. learn."

　　 Wanfeng emphasized the words of the youth who went to the countryside. He knew that Zhang Guangpu was also a youth who went to the countryside, which easily resonated with him.

　　 Everything was expected, Zhang Guangpu really showed interest.

　　 "Have you ever practiced martial arts? Or did you learn from an educated youth? Where is the educated youth?"

　　 "Kyoto educated youth, it is said that he used to belong to the Kyoto martial arts team. After staying in our team for several years, I learned martial arts from him."

　　 The Kyoto Wushu Team was very famous in China in the 1980s. There are many martial arts stars who have emerged in Hong Kong film circles in the following years. The most famous is Li Xjie.

　　 Bragging is about to blow up, Wan Feng put this illusory educated youth on their heads without hesitation.

　　 The two children of Zhang Guangpu came in with dirty faces, and their eyes naturally fell on the gifts on the kang. They were not interested in wine, and their interest was concentrated on the two bottles of canned fruit.

　　 "Go and play outside." Zhang Guangpu ordered the two children, but no one listened to him.

　　 Wanfeng reached for a paper bag.

　　 At that time, there were no plastic bags for the packaged goods in the store, and they were all packaged with the kind of yellow wrapping paper that was used to pay tribute to the ancestors.

　　 Wanfeng opened a candy packet, grabbed a handful of candy and divided it among the two children.

　　 "Wow! And toffee!" The little boy exclaimed.

　　 Zhang Guangpu was a little embarrassed on the face: "Let's go out and play this time, the adults have to talk about things."

　　 The two children's little hands gripped the candy tightly and rushed out cheering.

　　 "Where are we talking?" Zhang Guangpu asked embarrassedly.

　　 "Speaking of the Kyoto educated youth who I studied art."

　　 "Oh! What kind of boxing did you learn?"

　　 "The Wutangzi in the fist of rubbing the feet is rubbing the feet, mainly for leg training."

　　 Zhang Guangpu finally showed his interest. He chatted with Wanfeng for more than an hour, from wrestling to martial arts until it was dark outside, and he also took Wanfeng to the outside to make Wanfeng punch him.

　　 There are a few big pear trees in the yard behind Zhang Guangpu's house. The open space under the big pear trees is vacant. This is where he practices exercises.

　　 Wanfeng kicked his feet all the way, and Zhang Guangpu slapped him.

　　 Wanfeng expressed his wish to become a teacher. Zhang Guangpu did not agree, but promised to teach Wanfeng wrestling.

　　 Wrestling practice also has routines. Zhang Guangpu took out a paper bag wrapped in kraft paper from the back room, opened it and carefully took out a book from it.

　　The style of the book is very old, and the corners of the cover are worn and white.

"Wrestling needs to practice routines first, and after the routines become proficient, various changes can be derived, and then actual combat. You should take this back and have a look. You should be able to read this book if you have studied martial arts, and come to me if you don’t understand. ."

　　 Wanfeng took the book and flipped through it.

　　The pictures in the book are full of villains, which are similar in content to those martial arts books that appeared a few years later.

　　 Wanfeng remembers that it seemed to be 1986 or 1987. There was a TV series called "Shenju Zhensan" on TV, and there was a wrestling practice routine in it.

　　The role of these routines is mainly to play basic skills and understand the moves. They do have a lot of similarities with the routines of boxing when they are practiced.

　　 "Thank you, Uncle Zhang, I will often come to ask for advice if I don't understand."

　　 "It's easy to say, when you become proficient in the routine, I will teach you various dismantling and changes."

　　 "Okay, I'm leaving that Uncle Zhang."

　　 The two children of Zhang Guangpu’s family were very polite and waved to Wanfeng who was going out: "Goodbye, brother."

　　 They must be watching Wanfeng coming every day in their hearts.

　　 After Wanfeng left, Zhang Guangpu's wife looked at the pile of things that Wanfeng had brought with her unsure. These things were probably worth ten or eight yuan, which was a great gift at the time.

　　 "What is this kid doing with so many things? Isn't it asking you to punch someone?"

　　 Zhang Guangpu smiled: "Where did you think of going~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he wants to learn wrestling with me."

　　 "I don't know what the boy's behavior is, if we learn to make trouble everywhere, we can't afford it."

　　 "This kid has learned martial arts before, and the master who taught him is also an educated youth. If you dare to teach him to understand the behavior of this kid, there shouldn't be any problems."

　　 Zhang Guangpu's wife's pimple in her heart was let go, and she began to appreciate the pile of gifts.

　　 Two bottles of aging which are absolutely good locally, a bottle of yellow peach and a bottle of canned apples.

　　The remaining are four paper bags. One of the opened paper bags is sugar. What are the other two paper bags?

　　 She eagerly opened a paper bag, which still contained sugar lumps.

　　 She let out an exclamation when she opened the last paper bag.

Inside 　　 are two pairs of rusty nylon silk socks and a floral scarf.

　　 At that time, people in rural areas hardly wear socks, especially in summer. They don’t wear socks unless they hang out with relatives or go out for business.

In winter, when I wear socks, I only wear a pair of cotton socks that cost more than a dime, or I knit socks with wool. Such nylon silk socks for nearly a dollar are a luxury item, except for state workers in rural areas. Almost no one outside the family buys it.

　　 Now Zhang Guangpu's wife suddenly owned two pairs of nylon stockings, which made her exclaim.

　　 In addition to the socks, there is a scarf, which is also a very high-grade decoration in the countryside.

　　 just joy stayed on her face for no more than a minute.

　　 "Where does this kid get so much money? Isn't it a thief or something?"

　　 This problem also attracted Zhang Guangpu’s attention, and his heart felt uncomfortable. It was only after eight o'clock that he came to Song Yuan's family at night.