Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

The Chinese New Year is a time of reunion, joy, warmth, excitement...the Chinese people have given the Chinese New Year too much meaning, and their blood also carries too much joy.

Although he cannot be with his family this year, even in the unfamiliar city of Yanjing, the abundant flavor of the New Year still brings a smile to Yang Dongxu's face.

The big rooster flapping its wings and struggling on the ground, the gurgling bone soup in the pot, the busy figures in front of the chopping board, the children chasing each other in the alley at the door, everything seemed so harmonious. Even Zhou Yiren, who looked increasingly serious and unsmiling.

, the smile on my face never disappeared all morning.

"Can't you go and help?" Yang Dongxu, who was squatting at the door watching the children playing and eating melon seeds, was slapped on the back of the head.

"Help, but they won't let you go? How come you, a restless person, come out?" Yang Dongxu moved to the side to make way for Old Man Xuan.

The sun is shining brightly today, making people feel lazy, but I wonder if Yang Dongxu has a bad temper. Lying on the rocking chair in the yard and basking in the sun always feels uncomfortable. When I come to the door, I squat like a country turtle, but I feel comfortable all over.

"Where do you come from so many weird words?" Old Man Xuan raised his hand and slapped Yang Dongxu again.

Yang Dongxu had nothing to do because he was young. Whether it was Wu Aibing's mother, Zhou Ya, or even the usually strict Zhou Yiren, they all told him to eat while he was eating, without the help of a little kid like Yang Dongxu.

Old man Xuan has nothing to do because he is old. Although his body is very strong, he is not much better than an old man in his fifties. But after all, he is the oldest in the family. Naturally, Zhou Yiren and his party cannot always watch an old man busy.

Isn’t it outside?

"Is your boy eight years old this year?" Old Man Xuan looked back at the room, and there seemed to be a smile in his wrinkles.

Although he was disliked for being old today and was not allowed to do this or that, old man Xuan felt warm in his heart. His usually cold face was full of smiles today, but he did not have a good look towards Yang Dongxu.

"If I'm older by one year, I'll be eight years old after 12 o'clock tonight. If I'm still a few months away from my birthday, what's the matter?" Yang Dongxu turned to look at Old Man Xuan and put his hand in his pocket.

I grabbed a handful of melon seeds and gave them to him.

Recently, Yang Dongxu has been carrying a lot of snacks in his pocket, whether he is in the courtyard or coming to the new house. Every day, his pocket is stuffed with melon seed shells and peanut shells flying around in the alley.

Yang Dongxu littered? Sorry, I didn’t see any trash cans in the alley. Although Zhou Ya still had to clean up the area in her yard if it was thrown in the alley, Yang Dongxu felt more at ease than leaving it in the house or in the yard.

Quite a few.

"You kid, please restrain yourself. If you dare to act recklessly on such a good day, I'll beat you to death." Old Man Xuan glared at Yang Dongxu.

"Hey, old man Xuan, I didn't do anything naughty, right?" Yang Dongxu had a speechless expression on his face.

"I really want you to be as naughty and mischievous as these little kids. You are not a good person by nature. Before you do anything in the future, think more about your family and this hard-won good life."

Yang Dongxu moved to the side again, deciding to stay away from this old man who had become a magician again. The bullshit with the pearl in his eyebrow must be blessed. He had a mole in his eyebrow before he was reborn, and he had been a bachelor for more than 40 years.

Can't even get a wife?

Now there is another hidden evil in the eyebrows. This old man must have never seen a black person. After the country opened up in a few years, black people came to Yanjing City. According to his statement, all black people have black Yintang and must be in trouble. If this

If the statement is true, black people have long since died.

"Old man Xuan, when can I practice Kung Fu?" Yang Dongxu said with hope in his eyes.

Ever since he was buying New Year's goods two days ago, Yang Dongxu had been jealous when he saw old man Xuan's movements of catching thieves as fast as a rabbit. Leaving aside the matter of letting go of the magic stick, the old man in front of him still has a lot of real abilities.

"First strengthen your foundation and cultivate your strength, then I will teach you to breathe, and then you can exercise your body." Old man Xuan squatted next to Yang Dongxu and ate melon seeds. He didn't care that Yang Dongxu didn't believe the warning just now. He still had it anyway.

He can live for several years, and as long as he keeps an eye on this kid, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Old Xuan, are you bluffing me? Those masters in the world always say that they practice martial arts at the age of three and swordsmanship at the age of five. Why do I always make medicine?" Yang Dongxu looked at Old Man Xuan in disbelief.

Think about the famous forums of later generations, and the masters in movies and TV shows who practice martial arts since childhood. I wish I could say that even the innate energy started in the mother's womb is better than cultivating immortals.

Yang Dongxu felt that it was a bit unreliable for Old Man Xuan to let him exercise without knowing how old he was. After all, leaving aside those messy things, the younger you are, the stronger your plasticity is. This is definitely based on science.

"Bullshit, practicing martial arts at the age of three and playing swordsmanship at the age of five? You are not a dead soldier. You need to squeeze your body from an early age. If you really want to practice, you can do it. If you don't grow taller in the future, you will start to suffer from pain after fifty.

If you have to chop it off, don’t blame me.”

Yang Dongxu carefully looked at every expression on Old Man Xuan's face and found that he didn't seem to be joking. He sighed: "Okay then."

Yang Dongxu really didn't know how old he was before he could practice martial arts. After all, he had never experienced this before his rebirth. But for a seven or eight-year-old child, he still understood that building muscles would affect his growth.

Before his rebirth, Yang Dongxu's height was 175cm, which was indeed not short among people of his generation. But after 2000, it was not enough to see tall men of over 1.8m, so he still wanted to

Let your height increase.

Apart from anything else, when you are able to play basketball in junior high school or high school, you will definitely have an advantage if you are taller. Thinking about three-step layups, or even direct dunks, Yang Dongxu felt a little excited. He must be able to flirt with girls and be cool.

Killing skills, this is a must.

Old Man Xuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yang Dongxu was no longer worried about when he could practice martial arts. He is really not able to practice martial arts at the age of seven or eight? Obviously, many martial arts masters can practice martial arts since they were young. This is also true.

But the old man Yang Dongxu is not joking about hiding evil spirits in his eyebrows. He does not allow Yang Dongxu to practice martial arts early because he is afraid that he will not get into trouble if he is young and energetic. He is nourished by the power of secret formulas. Once he has a foundation, he can practice internal cultivation, and then learn some fierce moves.

This is Old Man Xuan's plan for Yang Dongxu's martial arts practice. According to his idea, if Yang Dongxu can be delayed until Yang Dongxu gets married and has children, then his temper will be stable, and he will not be aggressive and fierce with martial arts at his side.

At the same time, meditation and breathing can also reduce the impetuousness of some young people. This two-pronged approach can eliminate some of Yang Dongxu's evil spirits.

Yang Dongxu didn't know what Old Man Xuan was thinking in his heart, but he didn't really want to practice martial arts. The reason why he wanted to practice martial arts was just to show off. As a person who has experienced it, he knew very well that no matter how good the kung fu was, he was still afraid of kitchen knives, let alone future generations.

The watermelon knife flies around.

So if you think about becoming a master, you need to practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer. He doesn't have the perseverance at all. Therefore, he never thinks about becoming a master.

What he wants is for older kids to bully him in school, and he will be able to beat them with both hands. When he grew up and went shopping with his girlfriend, he met some hooligans who whistled at his girlfriend and punched him twice.

All the feet are dry.

Then his girlfriend's eyes were full of little stars, and she gave him a passionate kiss. Thinking about it makes people drool. As for the security issue, if you are rich, are you afraid of not having a bodyguard? You walked in front, followed by him wearing sunglasses and a suit.

The bodyguard Doraemon makes people think about it...

There is firewood burning under the pot, and various dishes are placed on the side of the pot that is wider than the ordinary pot. When you lift the lid of the pot, the rich aroma of meat comes out. The potstickers next to it are also cooked. Once the small door is closed, the room is warm.

, everyone took off their coats.

Ground Pot Chicken, authentic Ground Pot Chicken, a big domestic rooster that eats grains and insects, with Doubanjiang made from Mr.

"You're the one who cares most about food." Zhou Yiren, who had angrily scolded Yang Dongxu for cutting a hole in the wall of the wing and building a stove two days ago, was a fool of himself. At this time, with a smile on his face, his tone was reproachful.

But he couldn't hide the loving look in his eyes when he looked at Yang Dongxu.

"We're going to have hot pot in two days. It's always uncomfortable to put a copper pot on the coal stove. It's good to use this." Next to him, old man Xuan, who was taking a sip of wine and eating a bite of meat and stroking his mustache from time to time, often looked at Yang Dongxu with displeasure, said.

For the first time, I praised what Yang Dongxu had created.

"Okay, okay." Yang Dongxu agreed with both hands. He had eaten hot pot cooked with flammable ice, induction cooker, or gas stove. He had never tried hot pot cooked in a ground pot before, and he was full of expectations.

"I just know how to eat." Zhou Yiren glanced at Yang Dongxu.

"Come on, Lord Xuan, let me toast you. Thank you for taking care of me these days." Wu Aibing picked up the wine glass and stood up.

Old man Xuan nodded with a smile on his face and touched Wu Aibing.

Then Wu Aibing toasted Zhou Yiren, then his mother, Zhou Ya, and finally Yang Dongxu. Seeing Wu Aibing knowing the rules so well but Yang Dongxu not caring about anything and eating with a mouth full of oil, Zhou Yiren looked like he hated iron.

It hit him directly in the forehead.

Yang Dongxu naturally knew the rules of toasting wine to the elders at the wine table. At this time, he couldn't help but complain a little, don't you all want me to be a little kid? Now I am a little kid who only cares about eating.

One is dissatisfied with the other.

Co-author: You not only want me to be talented in the future, but you also want to discipline me strictly so as not to destroy my nature. Like a golden hoop, I can be as big as I want and as small as I want. Such a request is a bit unreasonable!