Farming, Learning Martial Arts, and Peace In the World

"Cuilan, thanks to you and Xiutian, otherwise we orphans and widowed mothers really don't know what to do... Can Jun wants to practice martial arts, but he is too timid to take care of him. I am really afraid that he is teaching martial arts. Being bullied to death."

In the old house of the Chi family.

Sister A Hong brought a basket of eggs and thanked Chi Mu by the hand.

"Sister Ah Hong, don't worry, Can Jun is a good boy. I will let Xiao Song take care of Can Jun, so you can go back with peace of mind and bring back the eggs."

"No, no, eggs are for you, take them."

"What do I want your eggs for?" Mother Chi refused.

However, after pushing and pushing, I still couldn't beat Sister A Hong, so I had no choice but to accept it.

Seeing that Mother Chi had collected the eggs, Sister A Hong said, "Cuilan, then I'll go back first. Your family is busy building a house, so I won't delay your work."

"I didn't let you eat here."

"What are you talking about, your family is doing something... I'm leaving, Cuilan."

Sister A Hong left in a hurry, Mother Chi put the eggs into the kitchen, picked up the thermos and was ready to go out.

"Mom, Tingting and I are also going to help build the house." Chi Xiaoya and Wen Ting, two little girls, took Chi Qiaoshui's hand from left to right and followed behind Chi Mu.

Mother Chi smiled and stroked the hair of the two girls: "Xiaoya, Tingting are good, take care of your brother at home, build a house, your father is watching."

The youngest Chi Qiaoshui babbled and said something unclear: "Aunt, Aunt, chicken, egg, eat."

"You want to eat eggs, right?" Mother Chi shouted into the room, "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, where are you going to die, Xiao Wu, take a boiled egg out of the cupboard!"

Jiao Buli Meng, and Meng Bulijiao's Chi Qiaowu and Wen Moshan walked out slowly.

Behind him was Chi Qiaodong, who was wobbly walking.

Chi Qiaowu held the egg: "Who wants it?"

"Peel it for your brother to eat." Chi Mu frowned, "Are you two watching TV surreptitiously again, waiting for your father to come back to see if you will be beaten?"

Chi Qiaodong clapped his hands happily: "Big brother hit, hit big brother!"

Seeing this, Mother Chi reprimanded: "You dare to take the fourth child to watch TV together, and burn the fourth child's eyes, and you will have a great future!"

Chi’s father and Chi’s mother have four children, Chi Qiaosong, Chi Qiaowu, Chi Xiaoya, and Chi Qiaodong; the second uncle and two aunts have one child, Chi Qiaoshui; the younger aunt and the younger uncle have three children, Wen Moshan, Wen Ting, and Wen Mo .

Sort from largest to smallest.

They are Chiqiaosong, Chiqiaowu, Wenmoshan, Chi Xiaoya, Wenting, Wenmo, Chiqiaodong, and Chiqiaoshui.

Chi Qiaowu quibbled while peeling eggs for his younger brother: "Who watched TV!"

As a result, Wen Moshan revealed the truth in one sentence: "It's the fourth brother who wants to follow us, not we let him watch TV."

Mother Chi scolded: "You said you didn't watch TV!"

"Don't let us find a big brother, don't let us go to the greenhouse, and don't let us watch TV, what do you want us to do!"

"Your brother didn't buy you a calligraphy book, did you? Don't you know how to copy and practice calligraphy? They are all eight years old. As soon as the second half of the year arrives, I will send you to school, so that you will not be harmed at home."

"Mom, I don't want to go to school, I want to practice martial arts like my big brother!"

"You ask your elder brother whether he agrees or not. Before your elder brother practiced martial arts, he also went to school. If you are illiterate in the future, you will not understand even if you practice martial arts."

There is an age limit for practicing martial arts, generally thirteen to fifteen years old is the best age to start martial arts.

Before that, big families would let their children lay a solid foundation first, and then send them to schools to study cultural classes—the Republic of Daxia basically achieved six-year compulsory education.

That is, six years of primary school, free teaching, only a small amount of lessons and miscellaneous fees.

Signaling the children to stay at home, the mother pool hurried down the mountain to deliver water to the builders.

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Suddenly it was evening.

Chi Qiaosong rode home on the 28th pole. The bricklayers were still busy building houses. They wouldn't stop until the sun went down.

Seeing Chi Qiaosong, they all greeted warmly: "Komatsu is back!"

Chiqiaosong will also respond politely one by one.

Dinner at night.

The whole family is exhausted. In the past few days, things have come together. Everyone is busy and has no time to spare.

"Can Komatsu do something?" The little uncle asked with a bottle of wine. Every night, he and his father and second uncle would drink some Sanbai to relieve the fatigue of the day.

"No." Chi Qiaosong was not interested in wine.

Mother Chi asked, "You can see Can Jun from Aunt A Hong's house in the martial arts hall?"

"Ding Canjun?"

"right."

"seen."

"Take care of him, it's not easy for Aunt Ahong, the man left early, and it's really not easy to pull Can Jun by himself for so many years." Chi Mu sighed.

The second aunt asked curiously, "How old is Canjun?"

"I just turned fifteen, and I was clamoring to practice martial arts last year... I finally sold a pig this year, and borrowed a few hundred dollars from me to get the tuition for the martial arts hall."

"Seeing that Xiaosong is promising, they all rushed up." The aunt shook her head. "But they didn't see it. Komatsu and the others have only graduated four or five in total?"

"Five." Chi Qiaosong replied, "Last year there were Xi Longlong, Sun Qian, Ma Zhongjun who advanced to the wrestling level, and this year, Pan Zhengxia, who advanced to the level, has already graduated."

"But you're still a big brother, aren't you?"

"That is for sure."

No matter how many students enter the wrestling realm in the future, Senior Brother Chi Qiaosong's status is unbreakable. Of course, the big brother is just a title. Whether others recognize it or not, it has to rely on strength to speak.

"Sister Ah Hong is pitiful, but I'm afraid that Can Jun won't be able to train, not everyone has a talent like Xiao Song." My aunt has always been sharp.

Father Chi said, "I always have to fight. I also wanted to fight at first, so I sent Komatsu to the martial arts hall~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After I figured it out, my family's situation will be improved immediately."

Although the tone was flat, it was not without contentment.

Borrowing money to send Chi Qiaosong to school has become the most proud decision of Chi's father for most of his life.

The family chatted about trivial matters like this. After dinner, and after seeing the weather forecast, Father Chi followed Chi Qiaosong to the farmhouse—it was his turn to watch the night tonight.

The vigil is not to stay up at night, but to sleep in the farmhouse, which is convenient for dealing with emergencies.

Chi Qiaosong didn't think there was such a need, but his father thought it was necessary. He was afraid that Chi Qiaosong would sleep too hard at night and would not be able to take care of the five-acre greenhouse.

"Dad, you go to bed first."

"Well, I'm going to bed first, and I have to get up early tomorrow to buy materials. The barbed wire and steel bars are gone, so I have to buy another batch... The money can't help but be spent. Like running water, it will soon run dry."

"I still have a big gold chain here. Tomorrow, Dad, you can find someone to melt it, and then go to the bank to exchange some money. How can you get 10,000 yuan?"

"Don't keep wearing it?"

"Why are you wearing this thing?" Chi Qiaosong laughed.

He doesn't mix with society, so he doesn't want to wear big gold chains.

Check it out in the greenhouse first, the vegetables are growing normally, Xiaoqing and Wudaomei have both fallen asleep, and the axe is lying in the nest gnawing at a big bone to play with.

Everything is fine in the farmhouse.

The wind was a little cold at night, but Chi Qiaosong did not go back to the house, but took out an iron knife and went to the open space outside the yard to practice the knife, practicing "Fresh Wind Quick Knife".

I have been studying with Hao Bozhao on and off for a few months, but I haven't gotten the hang of it yet.

The sword will not come out.

But he has never been discouraged, and he is still diligent in repairing every morning and evening.

Boom!

The blade was unsheathed, and the cold light flickered in the starlight.