Fisherman's Secret

Within two days, the town's telecommunications business office sent someone to install the network cable.

Fang Jing spent a little more money to install a router, and he can teach Fang's parents and mother how to surf the Internet in the future, which is more convenient.

"Okay." The staff finally adjusted and said, "It can be used."

"Thank you for coming here in such a hot day." Fang Jing quickly handed over a pack of cigarettes, and asked Fang's mother to take a frozen watermelon from the refrigerator and cut it up, "Eat watermelon, eat watermelon."

The weather was too hot, and the staff who helped install the network cable was a young guy, and he was not polite. He sat down and ate two pieces of watermelon, and then rode his bicycle back in the sun.

After swiping the wifi, the signal is full, Fang Jing is very satisfied.

Finally the internet is available.

Half a month after returning home, except for the day when he caught ebony, he surfed the Internet, uploaded photos to the group, and sent an email to Professor Lu, and basically never used the Internet again. Fang Jing felt that he was almost isolated from the world.

As soon as I went online, I saw the penguin in the lower right corner kept popping up, almost crashing the computer.

Fang Jing asked one by one, most of them were old classmates and friends who asked him out to play when they had nothing to do, Fang Jing replied one by one.

As soon as he appeared, the group was like boiling water, chatting with each other.

"Yo, Xiao Jingzi is finally online."

"Where did you go, kid? I haven't seen anyone for so many days. I can't find anyone even if I try to find you."

"That's right! After posting a photo of suspected golden nan ebony, it suddenly disappeared. If you don't come out again, I thought you were kidnapped by aliens."

"Your broken phone, the pixel is so low, hurry up, take a few high-definition photos, I have a friend who just likes to collect this, brother will give you palm eyes, if it is really ebony, I can also lead you guys. "

Fang Jing's head was full of black lines, and he replied, "It's all sold. Professor Lu brought a friend over, and it was confirmed to be golden nan ebony. They were dragged away that night."

……

If the group was like boiled water before, now the pot of water has completely exploded, and every Wannian diving party has come out and started bubbling.

"Damn, you kid is so lucky, you can get a piece of golden nanmu ebony at random, why don't I have that good luck?!"

"Little Jingzi is good, he has a bright future as a fisherman!"

Of course, it was also inevitable that some people made a fuss and strongly urged Fang Jing to treat him.

"Of course." Fang Jing was also in a good mood. After returning home for half a month, he earned more than 100 million yuan. Not to mention the poor small fishing village of Dongzhuang, even Haicheng, the income is not small. up.

Most of the people in the group were classmates from the former university, but those who changed their careers changed their careers, and those who went to graduate school, except for Fang Jing, there was also a classmate whose family was engaged in antiques, and almost all the others changed their careers to do other things. Several of them are in Haicheng, and they often communicate with Fang Jing.

Everyone expressed envy, jealousy and hatred for Fang Jing's shit luck, especially those who were in Haicheng, with a high temperature of nearly [-] degrees. All kinds of difficulties. In contrast, Fang Jing, who had nearly a month of vacation in vain because the museum was closed, was so lucky that people were so jealous that they wanted to beat him up.

Look, if you take a boat out to sea, you can get a piece of golden nanmu, at least a million, you can buy a small apartment in Haicheng, and you will be separated from the ranks of the proletariat in minutes.

Several people were arguing that they must choose a high-end restaurant and must make Fang Jing bleed. While discussing endlessly, one of Fang Jing's female classmates suddenly said something.

"Brother Fang's hometown has a nice environment. It's even cleaner and more beautiful than the ones shown on TV. It's the weekend soon. Why don't we go to Brother Fang's house on the weekend? I haven't seen the sea yet when I grow up!"

The group is full of bachelors like wolves. As soon as the girl opened her mouth, 80.00% of the people almost agreed, and the remaining 20.00% of the people who originally disagreed asked Fang Jing to send a few photos of the fishing village, and immediately nodded in agreement.

The young man acted swiftly and resolutely. Several people discussed it in the group and quickly decided to drive here early on Saturday morning.

When Fang Jing was playing computer, Cen Jiu stood behind him all the time, silently watching Fang Jing type out a string of characters with his fingers like lightning.

Apparently, the application of the laptop once again made the Daqi dark guard who had traveled through time go offline.

This is really a world full of all kinds of magical boxes. The cars, TVs, refrigerators, and telephones he saw before were enough to surprise him. This flat computer box is even more magical.

Dozens of simple characters can be combined into countless character information, and you can chat with people thousands of miles away face to face.Such a small box, as long as it is connected to the magical thing called the Internet, it can know the information of the whole world at any time, which is simply too convenient and advanced.

In contrast, the intelligence system established by the emperors of Daqi with countless painstaking efforts was directly reduced to scum in seconds.

It's just the characters Fang Jing typed out, which I can't understand at all.

Here Fang Jing had just finalized the weekend schedule with his classmates, stretched his waist, turned his head and saw Cen Jiu standing motionless behind him, paused, and turned around.

"On weekends, some classmates will come to play." He said.

"Hmm." Cen Jiu was a little absent-minded, looking at the flat box frequently, his eyes full of surprise, this is a world completely different from the era he lived in before, and he has so much to learn.

Fang Jing followed his gaze to the computer: "This is a computer, do you want to play?"

Cen Jiu shook his head, lowered his eyes and continued to study the box called the mobile phone.

For now, that alone is complicated enough.

Fang Jing said: "It's very fun. You can chat and make phone calls, play games, watch videos without advertisements, and you can fast forward and rewind. It's more convenient than TV..."

Cen Jiu looked at him expressionlessly.

Fang Jing closed the computer: "Forget it, I will teach you how to use it later."

Cen Jiu's lips curled up slightly, his indifferent handsome face could vaguely show a somewhat happy look, and there was a little inexplicable emotion in his eyes looking at Fang Jing.

Fang's mother had already cleaned up the miscellaneous room, and put a canopy bed and an old-fashioned old wardrobe, barely serving as Fang Jing's bedroom.

Later Fang Jing bought another air conditioner and installed it in the utility room.

After helping Fang's mother all day, after taking a bath and lying on the bed, Fang Jing was so comfortable that he fell asleep immediately.

Cen Jiu had dinner and still practiced kung fu as usual. By the time he returned to his room after taking a shower, it was past eleven o'clock.

Fang Jing fell into a drowsy sleep, felt the bed board around him sinking, opened his eyes, and saw Cen Jiu kneeling on the bed in the dark, holding a small towel and being covered on his body, half wet The long hair fell down and swept Fang Jing's face, numb and itchy.

"Finished practicing?" Fang Jing turned on the light.

Cen Jiu hummed, covered him with the towel, and then lay down on the canopy bed opposite.

The canopy bed is less than one meter wide, and it would be a bit cramped for a big man to sleep. Fang Jing's sleeping position is not very good, and he often falls asleep with his arms falling off or his legs hanging down.

Fang Xiaole lives in the school. His room is empty. There is a 1.2-meter small bed inside. Although it is a bit small, it is more comfortable than a canopy bed. But neither Fang Jing nor Cen Jiu have thought about who will sleep with Fang Xiaole bed.

Seeing that Cen Jiu was lying on the bed with his fingers crossed in front of his lower abdomen, Fang Jing looked like he was about to fall asleep, so he couldn't help but said, "Wipe your hair dry before going to sleep."

He didn't forget that the day we first met, in the hospital, the doctor said that Cen Jiu had hidden injuries all over his body, and if he didn't pay attention, he would be full of pain in the future.

Cen Jiu got up silently, using all his internal energy, and after a while, his damp hair dried up.

Fang Jing: "..."

This is really convenient.

"Is this the legendary internal force?" Fang Jing asked curiously.

"Ah."

Fang Jing immediately stared.

It really has internal strength.

"What does internal strength look like? Is it possible to use enough internal strength to fly three feet high, fly with a sword, and with a wave of your hand, use your internal strength to blow a big hole in the ground?"

Cen Jiu: "..."

Just looking at Cen Jiu's expression, Fang Jing knew that he must have said something stupid, so he smiled embarrassingly: "It's always like that on TV."

Cen Jiu recalled the martial arts movies he watched with Fang's mother in the past two days, with a horrible expression on his face.

"The quality of internal energy is very true. If you don't know the veins and use it reluctantly, it will be useless but harmful. The dantian is full of qi, and the supervision and appointment go hand in hand. Avoid danger and worry about danger. It runs according to the meridian. It circulates in the sky, and the qi returns to the dantian. -"

Fang Jing's eyes were full of mosquito coils, and he said, "Have you also practiced internal strength?"

"Ah."

"To what extent?"

"Turn grass and trees into knives, and cut wind into swords." As for Fang Jing's flying with a sword, he could blow up a big hole in the ground with a wave of his hand, but Cen Jiu said that he couldn't do it.

Fang Jing immediately became interested: "Look."

Before the words were finished, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and with a "swoosh", something caught the strong wind and narrowly brushed against the wooden window frame embedded behind Fang Jing's cheek.

Fang Jing turned his head and saw that it was the phone card he had cut last time.

Master!

"Xiao Jiu... No, Brother Jiu..." Fang Jing's voice was instantly filled with flattery, "What kind of inner strength is this, can I practice it?"

"No." She refused very simply.

Fang Jing: "..."

Well, although Fang Jing knows that even if the inner strength and mentality are not as high as those shown on TV, it must be the most important thing for a warrior, and it will not be easily spread, but it is still a little bit of a face-to-face rejection by Cen Jiu. Injuried.

He also wanted to let his dad practice with him if he could learn it, and it would be good if he could exercise.

Cen Jiu glanced at him, and then said: "Suzakutang's mentality is originally for cultivating killers, it's too domineering, it's not suitable for you to practice."

It turned out to be the case.

After hearing Cen Jiu's explanation, Fang Jing immediately revived with full blood.

When this topic was mentioned, Cen Jiu was obviously a little silent. He turned over, turned his back to Fang Jing, and said, "Go to sleep."

Fang Jing was a little tired during the day, his spirit relaxed, his sleepiness surged, and he fell asleep again in a daze.

After he fell asleep, Cen Jiu turned over, bent his elbows on the bed, supported his upper body, looked at Fang Jing's peaceful face after falling asleep, raised his arms, and touched his face.