Chapter 13 Two F*ck Stick Techniques

Author: Ma Ji Liao'er

Chapter 13 Two F*ck Stick Techniques

Pay attention, this boy is called Erwa, he has a long stick.

It was a white wax stick that had just been cut from the ground, with a few fresh leaves attached.

He was a warrior. Facing a flock of sheep three times his size, he bravely charged forward with his stick.

His brave appearance scared two of the sheep so much that they ran away, but there was another one who dared to resist.

You see it lowers its head, it aims at Erwa, and it rushes forward!

The heroic Erwa fell, but he didn't cry, he didn't shed a single tear. He turned over and got up, waving his stick and rushed forward again.

This time the sheep flinched. Faced with Erwa's heroic figure and the owner's scolding, it finally ran away.

Erwa won. He bravely defeated a whole flock of three sheep and achieved an epic victory...

He was not satisfied with his victory, but rushed to a few chickens scratching at the base of the wall. He won again, and those chickens were no match for him at all.

He is so brave, there is nothing in this world that he dare not do... No, he has... He... dare not go home...

Erwa knocked on the ground with a stick in boredom, and asked Yan Changqing: "Brother Qijin, do you think my mother has forgotten what happened at noon? Will she beat me when I go back now?"

"That's it!" Yan Changqing frowned, unsure for a moment.

It's a waste of food, and it's sugar, which is relatively precious at this stage. It's normal to get beaten again at night.

However, Yan Changqing still came up with an idea: "Which area of ​​your vegetable garden is it? Go pick a few tomatoes and tell your mother when you go back. When you see the tomatoes growing red in the field, pick a few for your mother to taste."

taste……"

"Our tomatoes aren't red yet! I just saw them yesterday." Erwa looked a little melancholy.

Yan Changqing had no choice but to come up with another idea: "Then we can only pick tomatoes from other people's homes. We are children and it is normal to not remember the location of the vegetable garden. Whose tomatoes are more red?"

This Erba knows it very well, Tiedan also knows it very well, only Yan Changqing doesn't go out much recently so he doesn't know.

After 'picking' the tomatoes, Yan Changqing carefully told the second child what to do when they went back, and finally let the child and Tiedan go back to their respective homes.

I returned home gnawing tomatoes, wiped my mouth clean after finishing the tomatoes at the door, and carried the white wax stick into the yard.

As expected, he received criticism. Just as he was carrying this basket, his mother came out of the main room and saw the white wax strips. She punished him: "It's okay to pull the string if you have nothing to do, but it will be a disaster when you go out. You will waste a good white wax strip!"

"

But grandpa supported him: "It's just a white wax strip... It's seven pounds. Do you want to make a stick? Can you do it? No? Then I'll make it for you. This thing needs to be baked and straightened.

…”

Li Xiuni glared at Yan Dahai, who was looking at his arms waiting for food, and carried the basket into the kitchen angrily.

Yan Dahai was sitting in the courtyard, and the pot came from the sky, with a puzzled look on his face: Why are you staring at me? What's wrong with me? Did I make a mistake again?

Before I could figure it out, I heard a voice coming from the kitchen: "What are you still doing sitting here? Come here and hang up the buns!"

Yan Dahai quickly got up and went to hang up the basket containing the buns - inside the main house, a rope hung from the middle of the beam for hanging food, such as hanging the basket containing the buns there to prevent rats.

…

The filling of the steamed buns is oil residue and carrots and tofu.

There is someone in the village who makes tofu. It doesn’t cost money and you can exchange soybeans for it.

The rice is still corn grits and dried sweet potato porridge, and the vegetable is fried loofah.

They are all pure farm products, natural and pollution-free, and absolutely no pesticides are used - even if you want to, you can't afford them.

After eating and feeding the chickens, resting for a while, and waiting for the moon to rise, Yan Changqing picked up Yang Zhili's erhu, picked up a few steamed buns, and walked towards Yang Zhili's house.

Walking in the village, you feel the tranquility of the village, look at the people enjoying the cool air on the roadside, listen to the voices around you, the clucking of chickens, the occasional barking of dogs and the scolding of their owners.

…

What a pure and natural rural scene!

There is no light pollution because there is no electricity yet; there is no air pollution either. There is not even a walking tractor in the whole village. There are no industrial and mining enterprises around. There is only one brick kiln within dozens of miles, so that little bit of pollution is nothing.

It is indeed a primitive village that is still on the list of poor villages in the county thirty years later.

At this time, the house of the classmate who sells clothes in town should all have fans and TVs. He should have finished watching the popular "Legend of the Condor Heroes" long ago, and now he should be waiting in front of the TV to watch "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Peerless twins, Tony Leung's Xiao Yuer is really a classic!

Miss Tie Xinlan is so gentle, Miss Su Ying is very cute, and the palace owner of Yihua Palace is actually quite beautiful... Why is Yan Changqing's perspective so 'unique'? Because he watched this drama "Peerless Twins" popularized on the Internet

Seen later.

As for Journey to the West, I don’t have any regrets because it is broadcast every year.

When he gets to junior high school, he can stand at the door of a street restaurant and watch. Sometimes there are not many people eating in the restaurant, and the boss will let them in to watch, pretending to be someone in the restaurant, and just wait for someone to give up their seat...

As he was thinking about it, Yan Changqing said "fuck" in his mind, interrupting these memories.

It doesn’t mean anything, it’s all in the past!

Then he continued to look around, looking at the dilapidated small village under the moonlight.

There are few new brick houses in the whole village.

The house of Yan Changqing's second uncle's house is relatively new. It was built when he got married early last year. The price is that now the two brothers cannot afford a bicycle...

Suddenly he thought of a more critical question: what kind of bicycle do you want?

Neither family has a plowing ox, and there are very few plowing oxen in the village. When the fields are plowed to plant wheat in the fall, the brothers have to pull ropes to plow the land!

No wonder Yan Changqing’s somewhat vague childhood memories include the ‘fun’ memory of being picked on a plow.

Dad and uncle were pulling the plow in front, and grandpa was helping the plow behind. At first, the plowshare did not penetrate into the soil, and they coaxed him to be the plow press - riding on a curved plow bar, falling down and climbing up to toss.

How 'fun'!

Now that I think about it, the memory suddenly became clear and it was so funny that I cried!

It’s no wonder that other rural children have memories of herding sheep. He doesn’t even have the experience of herding sheep.

So don’t say that it’s pitiful for other people’s children to have to herd sheep since they were young. After all, they have sheep!

There are even poorer people who cannot afford to buy sheep!

Another thought came to his mind. Yang Zhili's house was right in front of him, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Yan Changqing could vaguely feel that Yang Zhili was not too happy to disturb his life, or that he did not want to arouse the opinions of the villagers too much.

Yan Changqing couldn't figure out the reason, and didn't want to think about it.

But it does not prevent him from respecting the old man's wishes and trying not to disturb him.

For example, when playing Erhu, he would wait until night to play.

Yang Zhili didn't say anything, he accepted the erhu and steamed buns with a smile, chatted a few words, and Yan Changqing took the small sieve and left.

When I got home, I put down the sieve and punched for a while. When I was sweating, I ran out and rolled in the pond, and then came back to sleep.

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After getting those 'two fucks', Yan Changqing planned to spend the next period of time, except for the normal need to go to the pond to take a bath, to focus on improving his skill proficiency at home.

But the two friends will still come to play with him as usual.

Fortunately, he knew how to fool around and took the two naughty kids to practice boxing, kicking, or stick skills.

Regarding the stick technique, Yan Changqing has something to say, this skill simply appeared out of nowhere.

He just used a stick to fool his friends, taught the two friends to spin circles with the sticks, and then followed some video images in his memory and played a few times, and then he had a stick skill.

Is it because of the talent that is engraved deep in the genes, "One day, with a stick in hand, all the cauliflowers will be headless"?

The two friends were interested in Erhu before, but after learning for less than half an hour, they lost patience and failed to master it.

Next, I was also very interested in Yan Changqing's stone-throwing skills. He was such a naughty child. When he saw Yan Changqing throwing stones, he hit them wherever he pointed, so he clamored to learn them.

Yan Changqing thought about it and gave them some tips. He also emphasized repeatedly that they were not allowed to throw it at others.

In the end, all the talk was in vain. Throwing stones cost their arms. The two of them were in high spirits on the first day, but accidentally threw too many stones. The next day, their arms felt uncomfortable and they were unwilling to practice again.

As for the stick method, they are more interested in playing than the first two. They wave the stick while dubbing themselves with their mouths. It is such a joy to play, and they can play for a whole day without feeling tired.

Yan Changqing was so happy. Seeing that Erwa was a loser, he practiced a simple stick method and started playing around with it twice a day, so he simply 'sparred' with him to make him more interested.

Anyway, Erba couldn't hit him at all. Even if he could hit him, it wouldn't matter the child's little strength.

Seeing that Tiedan was training seriously, Yan Changqing asked him to practice boxing and kicking with him, and even briefly sparred with him from time to time.

This day, after Tiedan fell to the ground, the naughty kid got up and looked at Yan Changqing without saying a word.

Yan Changqing wondered: "What's the matter? Tiedan, when you're tired, go play with Erwa, and I'll play some more by myself."

"Brother Qijin, don't you like me?" Tiedan looked at Erwa who was looking at the ant nest with his butt raised, and turned around and asked a little aggrievedly. "You and Erwa can't even beat him, every time

Are you throwing me every time?"
To be continued...