Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

In the evening, Yang Dongxu drank a little more rice wine, but he couldn't help but keep thinking of some random pictures in his mind. The plump body of the goddess in the previous movie always kept wandering in his mind, which drove him crazy.

So I drank some rice wine to make myself dizzy and fall asleep. Yang Dongxu didn't like drinking much before he was reborn. He only drank some beer in the summer and a few drinks when visiting relatives at the end of the year, so his drinking capacity was very light.

Besides, he was only an eight-year-old child at this time, so after drinking a few glasses of rice wine, he lay on a bamboo bed smoked with mugwort and no mosquitoes and fell asleep quickly.

In the haze, there seemed to be someone lying next to me who smelled good, so I subconsciously hugged him, grabbed something very comfortable in my hand, adjusted my position, and continued to sleep soundly.

After taking a shower, her hair was still tied up behind her head. She was afraid that her hair would be messy when she got up tomorrow and she would have to wash her hair. Anyway, the high bun did not affect Zhou Ya's sleep. Not long after she got off the bed, she felt Yang Dongxu coming closer.

When she was even more embarrassed, Yang Dongxu's little hand directly grabbed her chest. In an instant, her face became hot, and at the same time, her whole body felt hot.

Slowly turning her head and taking a look at Yang Dongxu under the bright moonlight, she saw that he was sleeping particularly soundly, with even a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth. Zhou Ya breathed a sigh of relief and quietly moved his body.

Yang Dongxu, who was sleeping, just subconsciously came over, so he felt hot as time went on. After all, although autumn has entered the end of September, the autumn tiger is still powerful. So when Zhou Ya left, Yang Dongxu chirped a few times, wondering what he was dreaming about.

There was no more food coming together.

It was not the first time for two people to sleep on the same bed. In the past, when we lived in a large courtyard, we couldn't sleep in the house at all in the summer, so when we were enjoying the shade in the courtyard at night, the two of us would lie on the same mat.

Sometimes in the winter, Zhou Yiren works overtime and won't come. The bed is covered with ropes and has holes everywhere and no insulation at all. She will also sleep on the same bed as Yang Dongxu.

A seven or eight-year-old brat, and a sixteen-year-old stunted girl like a bean sprout, they were all children in Zhou Yiren's eyes, and he didn't care if they slept together.

For example, there is only one large bamboo bed in the courtyard now. Before Old Man Xuan moved to live in a large courtyard, like Zhou Yiren, one person and one mat spread on the cool stone slabs that had been sprayed with water in advance and had evaporated. It was very comfortable.

, Yang Dongxu and Zhou Ya were lying on the bamboo bed.

This habit has been formed so no one cares, even though Zhou Ya is no longer the bean sprouts she was a year ago. Sufficient food, a safe environment, and a busy work life have given her hope for the future. Now she has developed

Pretty good.

Or maybe Old Man Xuan found out, but he didn't even care that the child bride discussed it with Yang Dongxu, while Zhou Yiren was still in the habit of forgetting, and was too busy every day to care.

After all, when the child is not around, he suddenly feels that he has grown a lot taller. Zhou Ya hangs in front of him every day. Even though he has grown a lot, his figure has gradually developed into the prototype of a big girl. He does not feel anything.

An awkward place.

Zhou Ya pulled some wrinkled clothes on her body, wearing a pair of thin shorts on her lower body and a loose-fitting short-sleeved upper body, and turned around to face Yang Dongxu, her eyes constantly looking at his little face.

As she watched, she couldn't help but stretched out her fingers, gently touched Yang Dongxu's eyebrows, touched his eyelashes, and then showed a smile on her face: "The eyelashes are quite long."

Yang Dongxu actually looks pretty good, not to mention that he looks better than Pan Ansheng, but his chubby face adds a bit of joy, and with the heart of an adult in his forties, he is very confident and calm in doing things.

This makes his temperament look different from other children, plus his pretty good facial features, so the more you look at him, the more interesting he becomes.

"She must be a bad child when she grows up." As if thinking of the feeling of Yang Dongxu's little hand grabbing her breast just now, Zhou Ya stretched out her hand and pinched Yang Dongxu's chubby little face with a doting look on her face.

Although Yang Dongxu usually behaves like a little adult, he is only an eight-year-old child after all. And Zhou Ya has gone from a country child who is extremely insecure and wary of the outside world to now being in charge of the entire Yang Family Banquet and doing everything in an orderly manner.

The little boss.

All this is related to Yang Dongxu's contact. It was this little kid who gave her confidence and hope of survival during her most panicked and helpless years. So I don't know when, even if she

The normal father-daughter relationship with Zhou Yiren has been restored, and she is still closer to Yang Dongxu.

After pinching Yang Dongxu's little face, Zhou Ya seemed to relieve her anger, and then rubbed the area where she pinched. Although she didn't use any force just now, she was still afraid of hurting Yang Dongxu, so she moved her mouth to kiss Yang Dongxu's forehead. Zhou Ya just looked at it like this.

Yang Dongxu slowly fell asleep.

There was no embarrassment in her heart about having her breast grabbed by Yang Dongxu just now, nor was she angry or angry, or that there was anything wrong with continuing to sleep with Yang Dongxu. Everything seemed so natural and not dirty at all.

When he woke up the next morning, Yang Dongxu stretched out and glanced at Zhou Ya. Although he saw those fair and slender thighs and the already developed breasts, which seemed to be without underwear, Yang Dongxu was not like yesterday.

Look at Jin Qiaoqiao's restlessness.

Everything seemed so natural. I jumped out of bed, washed up first, ran to the door and opened it. Old man Xuan arrived soon. He first did some stretching exercises, and then divided one breath into several beats, which seemed chaotic but was exceptionally rhythmic.

fist.

Old Man Xuan went to the kitchen to boil water, then slipped the bath bucket and the bucket into the yard with one hand, poured boiling water into it and started soaking the herbs.

More than an hour has passed since the snake-shaped injection. Now, Yang Dongxu's big joints are sore and numb but no longer painful. After soaking in the medicine bucket, the whole body feels refreshed instead of suffering again.

While Yang Dongxu was making medicine, Zhou Yiren got up and started to wash up. He said hello to Old Man Xuan, who was watching Yang Dongxu maintain the rhythm of breathing and breathing next to the medicine barrel. After washing, he performed a set of Wu Qin Xi, which is a health-preserving boxing method taught by Old Man Xuan.

After soaking the medicine, Yang Dongxu put on his clothes not long after he came out. Zhou Ya also woke up and called out "Grandpa Xuan" sweetly, which made old man Xuan add a few wrinkles to his eyes. He washed up first, then put his hair down and went back to the house to change clothes.

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At this time, old man Xuan had already brought the steamed buns that had been steamed in the pot when the water was boiling to the stone table. The fragrant millet porridge was paired with crunchy radish pickles, and he was nibbling on a few large meat buns with rich gravy.

Enjoyed the delicious breakfast.

Zhou Yiren went to work and Zhou Ya cleaned up the mess. Old man Xuan was sitting there without moving. There was already a pot of tea brewed on the stone table next to him. He was holding some unknown book found in Zhou Yiren's room while reading.

It feels very comfortable to take a sip of tea.

Zhou Ya packed up the dishes and chopsticks. If Wu Aibing hadn't come, she would have sent Yang Dongxu to school. After all, Zhou Yiren's job was in the southeast, while Yang Dongxu's school was in the northwest, which was not convenient.

After riding Yang Dongxu to school on a bicycle, Zhou Ya would clean the small yard inside and outside first, and then go to Yang Jiayan to help. She is a hard-working girl.

And when she had cleaned the yard and was about to lock up and go to the Yang Family Banquet, Old Man Xuan had finished drinking a pot of tea. If the book in his hand was interesting, he would take it to the Yang Family Banquet and continue reading it. If not, he would throw it into Zhou Yiren's house and change it tomorrow.

This other.

At this time, Zhou Ya will clean the teapot on the stone table, and the two of them will go to the Yang family banquet together. She will do all the preparations before lunch. If Old Man Yi has free time, he will play chess with Old Man Xuan.

If he is not free, old man Xuan will walk around for a while. If someone comes looking for him, he will leave and continue to help Yang Dongxu collect things. The beginning of the day seems dull, but everyone has a smile on their face. Maybe this kind of dullness is also called

Be happy.

After dinner on Saturday morning, Yang Dongxu did not go to the Yang family banquet. Instead, he took the official car to the big courtyard with Old Man Xuan.

At this time, the courtyard was ready for people to live in, and Old Man Xuan lived here. In fact, the entrance to the basement was very secret, and no one needed to watch it. But Old Man Xuan said that it would be easy to panic if no one lived in the house, so he moved over from the small courtyard.

"Are you sure you haven't been deceived?" Yang Dongxu looked at the cue in his hand, and then at the stone ball on the table. Next to it was a copy of "The Book of Maru" written in traditional Chinese characters with a face on his face.

Confused.

"I've never looked at anything unseen. It's hard to tell about the clubs and stone balls. The patterns and markings on them are a little wrong, but this painting is definitely authentic." Old Man Xuan snorted coldly, obviously very unhappy with Yang Dongxu's questioning of his professional ability.

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But this thing is too speechless, right? Because the thing Yang Dongxu is holding in his hand is nothing else, but a golf club. Yes, it is a golf club. He has never played this thing, but he watched it on TV

Got through.

And that painting is called "Ming Xuanzong's Pleasure Picture", which means that golf is not an elegant sport introduced from abroad in his impression, but our ancestors started playing it as early as the Ming Dynasty. This is too

It ruined the three views.

"But this thing, this thing..." Yang Dongxu didn't know what to say for a while.

The ancestors had started playing golf a long time ago. Not only did they play golf, but they also had game guides such as the first volume of "The Maru Sutra". Yang Dongxu suddenly started to stutter.

"Cui Wan means to beat a stone ball with a small stick. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense or question my eyesight." Old Man Xuan raised his chin and stroked his goatee and glanced at Yang Dongxu, looking like an expert looking at a country bumpkin, but

Then he became a little confused: "You have seen this thing, otherwise how do you know it is fake?"

Having been confused by Yang Dongxu's questioning just now, old man Xuan finally realized why Yang Dongxu said this thing was fake. It stands to reason that Yang Dongxu, who knows nothing about antique appreciation, should not know what this thing is.

"I haven't seen it very often, I haven't seen it very often. Even though I'm a little surprised that my ancestor is so good at playing. What kind of material is this club made of?" Yang Dongxu asked a confused question to change the subject.

He can't say that he has seen golf before, but he saw it on TV. This sport has not yet become popular all over the world and is regarded as a high-pressure sport.

"The wood is simple, made of southern bamboo as the base material, and then reinforced with beef tendon and glue. The material is not a precious wood. After all, this thing needs to be picked up and beaten. Although the huanghuali wood is hard enough, it is too heavy and inconvenient."

Old Man Xuan glanced at Yang Dongxu and found nothing wrong, so he didn't ask any further questions.

"Oh." Yang Dongxu was a little disappointed to hear that it was not a precious wood.

However, if this "Picture of Xuanzong's Recreation in the Ming Dynasty" is true, it is also an antique, and it is also an antique calligraphy and painting that is not easy to preserve. It is also very valuable, so he became happy again.

Then Old Man Xuan took out some antiques and introduced them to Yang Dongxu.