The Nameless of the Common Clans

Chen Mo was somewhat disappointed that he could not see the legendary gods, but his mother's ability to teach him to read was more attractive to Chen Mo than seeing the gods. After all, he had a word in his head. Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, he thought that the gods had the same ability as himself. Maybe he could become a god in the future.

Confucius said: "Isn't it a pleasure to learn and practice it from time to time? Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Isn't it a gentleman to not be angry when people don't know him?"

In the fields, Chen Mo was taking care of the crops while silently reciting what his mother taught him. When he took a break, he would use a branch to write down these words crookedly on the ground. He had a good memory. These were all written on the ground by his mother with a branch in the morning and then taught him. He remembered the shape, but when he really wrote it out, it felt awkward and not as beautiful as his mother's.

"Fenlang, what are you doing?" A boy who is older than Chen Mo came to Chen Mo with a hoe and asked, looking at the crooked words on the ground.

"Writing!" Chen Mo felt a little bit proud, after all, he might be the only boy in the village who could read, of course, he could only recognize these.

"Ugly!" The boy looked at the crooked words on the ground, curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "If you have time to think about these, you might as well help me get some fertilizer for my field."

"Give me money." Chen Mo looked at the other party, his eyes were a little bright, and he was short of money now.

"Just pouring some manure, and you still want money?" The boy said dissatisfiedly.

"Then go by yourself." Chen Mo was a little disappointed. In fact, he always had the idea of ​​helping people fertilize and irrigate the fields and make money, but unfortunately no one asked him.

"Stingy!" The boy was a little dissatisfied. If he could do it, he would not come to Chen Mo. In fact, some people had learned from Chen Mo to improve manure fertilizer, but many crops in the field were burned to death. Later, no one tried it again. But when they asked Chen Mo for help, Chen Mo was so eager for money. This was somewhat related to Chen Mo's reputation as a manure man.

"You have to pay for hiring tenants, right?" Chen Mo was dissatisfied: "Da Lang, I'm not saying anything bad about you. You have to pay the tenants and give them food, but the crops you grow may not be much. But if you hire me, your crops will grow better and the harvest will be more, and the money I charge is less than 10% of what you hire a tenant."

He didn't understand why so many people couldn't calculate such a simple account?

"Practice your handwriting." The boy was not angry. Everyone was used to it, but he still had a knot in his heart and left angrily.

Chen Mo continued to practice calligraphy, thinking about his mother's writing posture in his mind, but the words he wrote in the end were not satisfactory. At least Chen Mo didn't think it could compare with his mother's handwriting.

At noon, he ate some food he brought and continued to weed the fields. However, Chen Mo still felt a little upset in his heart, thinking that no one understood him.

In the evening, Chen Mo returned home. The puppy, who had already become familiar with the new environment, was chasing a few chickens in the yard. Chen Mo was startled and hurried over to rescue the shivering chickens.

"Don't bully them!" Chen Mo knocked on the puppy's head and said with a stern face.

The puppy kept running into Chen Mo's arms. After a while, Chen Mo couldn't hold himself back. Finally, he simply gave up and played with the puppy.

"Mo'er~" Chen's mother appeared at the door and looked at Chen Mo and said, "Didn't you say you were going to learn from your uncle Wang? You must not break your promise!"

Chen Mo remembered this and nodded quickly. He put the puppy on the ground and hurried to Uncle Wang's house. Before leaving, Chen's mother asked Chen Mo to bring a few chicken eggs as a gift to his master.

"Did you quarrel with Wu Jia Dalang today?" Uncle Wang had just returned. Hunters sometimes hunt in the mountains for several days in a row. After all, unlike farming, hunters' harvest depends on luck.

"No, he asked me to help him fertilize his land. I asked him for money, and he got angry." Chen Mo sometimes didn't want to deal with these people. They were obviously about the same age as him or even older than him, but they were always so childish. How could he work for others for free?

Uncle Wang sighed and didn't comment on this matter. Chen Mo was sensible early, but sometimes, he lacked some human touch and was too calculating. Uncle Wang couldn't tell whether this was good or bad. He found a short stick from the house and handed it to Chen Mo, saying, "What do you want to learn?"

"Martial arts." Chen Mo looked at Uncle Wang in confusion. Is there any need to ask?

"Martial arts are also divided into many kinds, axes, hooks, forks, knives, spears, swords, halberds, and bows. Which one do you want to learn?" Uncle Wang asked.

Chen Mo exclaimed: "Does Uncle Wang know all these?"

"..." Uncle Wang was silent for a while and then shook his head and said: "No, we hunters are usually equipped with knives, forks and bows and arrows, but knives are very expensive and generally cannot afford them. Most hunters here use forks and sticks."

It feels much worse than swords, spears, swords and halberds, but Chen Mo couldn't show it directly. For him, it was good to learn some. After thinking for a while, he said: "Then Uncle Wang, can you teach me stick skills and archery?"

There was no way, Uncle Wang threw a stick over directly, the purpose was already very clear, asking these questions was just asking, and he definitely didn't want to really teach. Chen Mo still had this ability to observe words and expressions.

"Sticks are relatively simple. Today I will teach you how to stand. Just follow my teachings and stand for a quarter of an hour every day. When you have gained strength, I will teach you how to use it." Uncle Wang nodded. Chen Mo is still young now. It is not good for his body to teach too much. Standing is the most basic, but also the most difficult. Perseverance is very important. Although Uncle Wang agreed to teach Chen Mo, if Chen Mo is a three-day fishing and two-day drying progress, just standing can make Chen Mo give up this idea.

Although he didn't understand the relationship between stick skills and standing, Chen Mo still nodded and agreed. He watched Uncle Wang carefully and did a standing action. It didn't seem difficult.

Chen Mo was a little confused, but he still imitated Uncle Wang and did the standing action.

"Lower your waist, and use your strength here." Uncle Wang began to help Chen Mo correct his posture.

"Uncle Wang, this... is so awkward!" After being adjusted, Chen Mo felt uncomfortable. He could stand easily before, but after being adjusted, Chen Mo felt his legs began to tremble.

"Then stand until you get used to it. Standing is the foundation of all martial arts. If you can't pass this level, everything you learn will be useless." Uncle Wang looked at Chen Mo and said.

"Oh~" Chen Mo could only grit his teeth and hold on, his young body shaking constantly in the sunset.

At least he has good perseverance.

After watching for a while, Uncle Wang nodded in his heart. Few people can stand for a moment for the first time. At least it shows that Chen Mo's physique and perseverance are good, but whether he can persist every day is the most important.

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