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Chapter 181 Fermented Public Opinion

"Little brother, what do you teach is Ba Duan Jin?" Wang Zhong was pointing to a few little ones to do the movements, when a deep voice suddenly came from beside him.

According to Wang Zhongxun's prestige, he was a middle-aged man in the same loose clothes, in his 30s, about the same age as Qiao Zuwang.

"It's Baduanjin." Wang nodded emphatically. There are many versions of Baduanjin, with a long history. Among them, there are sitting Baduanjin and standing Baduanjin. The difference between Wen Baduanjin and Wu Baduanjin, Shaolin Baduanjin and Taiji Baduanjin, the one taught by Wang Zhong was passed down from the late Qing Dynasty.

The middle-aged man who spoke to him was not burly, even a little thin, but he had a good temperament. He was not an ordinary person, and he seemed to have a military aura of gold and iron horses.

It's not a terrifying murderous aura or anything, but the fortitude and discipline that ordinary people don't have on the people who have retired from the army.

"My surname is Xiang, what do you call my little brother?" The visitor seemed to be quite interested in Wang Zhong, and introduced himself to Wang Zhong with fists in his hands.

Wang Zhong also returned the salute, clasped his fist with his right hand and put his left hand on top, and replied, "I'm here, Wang Zhong."

"I see that my little brother is walking like a dragon and a tiger, and he has a lot of kung fu!" The man surnamed Xiang showed a smile on his face, looking up and down at Wang Zhong, but his eyes were very bright.

There is a saying in martial arts that the fullness of spirit and energy, and the appearance of brilliance are the performance of kung fu practice to a certain level.

While the man surnamed Xiang was looking at Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong was also looking at the man surnamed Xiang, still clasped his fists and said: "It's just that I have learned some ways to strengthen my body, promote blood circulation and keep in good health. My fists and feet are only rough. Brother Xiang's steps are steady. The hands are waving powerfully, it looks like you have real kung fu."

Regarding Wang Zhong's humility, the man surnamed Xiang was somewhat surprised, and there was a bit of brilliance in his eyes: "It's just some dealer's tricks."

This time is not like the time in the real world, Chuanwu dare not teach the real way of fighting and killing.

"Just now, when the little brother taught a few children to practice Baduanjin, their movements were elegant, like flowing clouds and flowing water. It can be seen that they have achieved a lot."

Wang Zhong's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "If Brother Xiang is interested, why don't we exchange ideas?"

"It's so good! It's so good!" The man surnamed Xiang smiled even more.

"It's just right, I want to teach these little guys how to learn Baduanjin, Brother Xiang might as well help me out!" He said he was teaching the children, but he was actually teaching them in disguise.

The man surnamed Xiang was even more surprised. Although Wang Zhong was tall enough, his face was immature. It looked like he was no more than twenty. Such a young man was so sophisticated when it came to doing things.

"Then bother Brother Wang."

Half an hour later, Wang Zhong said goodbye to this friend he had just met, and led the fourth elementary school, trotting all the way home.

I have already made breakfast before going out. Today's breakfast is shrimp and crab porridge and red bean paste buns.

Erqiang had a special liking for shrimp and crab porridge, and he cooked three bowls by himself. Simei liked sweet bean paste buns more. After eating a mouthful of bean paste, she was reluctant to wipe it off, and licked it all up with her tongue bit by bit.

For the next two days, Wang Zhong could meet this new friend every morning on the city tower, and he also knew his name, Xiang Jianguo. His name was very common, but his sons and daughters were not at all familiar. not normal.

Xiang Jianguo has two sons and two daughters, the eldest and third are boys, the second and fourth are girls, the eldest and second are born to the first daughter-in-law, both are older than Wang, and the third and fourth are the current daughter-in-law Yes, they are all younger than Wang Zhong.

The third child, who is two years younger than Wang Zhong, is called Xiang Beibei. He is stocky and only half a head shorter than Wang Zhong. He has a rather large frame and much stronger muscles and bones than his peers. However, he has a body that is trained in martial arts, and he has a temper. Some rushed.

The youngest daughter's name is Xiang Nan, that's right, it's Xiang Nan, Yi Cheng's official partner in the original plot, who is two years younger than Yi Cheng, and is still in primary school, but she looks almost as tall as Yi Cheng.

Early the next morning, Xiang Jianguo brought Xiang Beibei and Xiang Nanfang brothers and sisters to join the team learning Baduanjin with Wang Zhong.

They are all children of about the same age, and after only one day, the two sides began to get acquainted with each other.

But Yicheng is a little shy and inferior, the second is stupid, but Sanli and Simei, because they are young and sweet and cute, they are more familiar with the two brothers and sisters of the Xiang family.

Before we parted, I already called out my brother from the north and my sister from the south.

"Uncle, the names of the northern brother and the southern sister are so interesting!" Back home, a group of four and five people gathered around the faucet, holding two basins to wash, Simei's crisp and crisp voice was full of undisguised joy.

"Your names are also interesting, Yicheng, Erqiang, Sanli, and Simei." Wang Zhong said with a smile: "Everyone has its own merits, and there is no distinction between equals."

"Uncle, can I still play with sister Nanfang tomorrow?" Simei looked at Wang Zhong expectantly and asked.

Xiang Beifang is tall and burly, but less handsome, ordinary-looking, Simei is not very interested, but Xiang Nanfang's appearance is quite brilliant, his facial features are exquisite, good-looking, and his skin is very good, plus he exercises all year round, and his family conditions are good. Whether eating well, not lacking in nutrition, in good health, full of qi and blood, full of energy and spirit, it looks natural and beautiful.

It's no wonder that Simei, who controls the face, likes it.

"How do I know that, if there are no accidents, it should be possible!"

"yeah!"

Simei jumped up happily.

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The next day, after the morning exercise with the four little ones, Wang Zhong did not stay at home, but went to Yuhong Machinery Factory.

Along the way, I heard people talking about Ma Suqin.

In just a few days, the story of Ma Suqin spread throughout the factory.

"Xiao Zhong?"

As soon as she saw Wang Zhong, Ma Suqin rushed to meet him, looked at Wang Zhong up, down, left, and right from a distance of about half a meter, and asked with concern: "How is your injury?"

Several workers from the same workshop, as well as the nominal master, Master Wu, also came over, and asked about Wang Zhong's injury just like Ma Suqin.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern!"

"Are you all right?" Ma Suqin was still a little worried and asked tentatively.

"It's really all right!" Wang Zhong said with a smile: "You look at me like this, does it seem that something is wrong!"

"It's fine if it's okay, it's fine if it's okay!" Ma Suqin breathed a sigh of relief.

The two didn't say much, and started to work directly, but in order to avoid suspicion, Master Wu separated the two, and asked Ma Suqin to cooperate with a master in his 40s, while Wang Zhong worked with Master Wu.

A few days later, the rumors in the factory intensified, and the reason was simple, because the news that Ma Suqin's husband, Liu Dakui, was arrested by the Public Security Bureau somehow spread to the factory.

As the saying goes, good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

Immediately afterwards, Ma Suqin was raped by Liu Dakui, and with the help of the factory women's federation, she successfully divorced Ma Suqin, and the news that Liu Dakui was sent to prison also spread throughout the factory.

"You said Ma Suqin is the same, divorce is divorced, why did he send him to prison!" On the boulevard after get off work, several male workers were also discussing about Ma Suqin.

"Who says it's not!" Another worker shook his head and sighed, "There's no such thing as a marriage without bumps and bumps. As the old saying goes, if a husband and wife fight at the head of the bed, even if they get divorced, it won't be so difficult." Send people to jail."

Several workers nodded their heads in agreement.

Things hurt their kind, that's about it.

At this time, a voice sounded again: "Do you know how Ma Suqin's husband was arrested by the police?"

Several workers shook their heads.

The voice came to mind again: "It was the day Ma Suqin's husband made trouble at the gate of our factory. Didn't the security department release him that day after he had been educated? But Ma Suqin is not a good person. After knowing that she went back, her husband would definitely We won’t let her go, so we invited people from the Women’s Federation, the security department of our factory, and the police to come over.”

"How do you know so clearly?" A worker asked suspiciously.

"Yesterday I had a drink with Daqiang from the security department and listened to what he said!"

"Don't interrupt, hurry up and talk about it, what's going on!" A worker couldn't wait to stop the worker who had just interrupted.

"What's the matter? As soon as Ma Suqin came home, her husband started to attack her. I heard from Daqiang that when the police broke into the door, Ma Suqin's husband was holding Ma Suqin's belt!"

"hiss······"

Wang Zhong was seven or eight meters behind, and his keen hearing allowed him to hear all the discussions of the workers, and such discussions could be seen everywhere among the workers in groups of three or four.

Back home, just as Wang Zhong entered, he saw Yicheng and his brothers and sisters cleaning the ingredients.

"Uncle!"

"There is a letter from you!"

"Where did it come from?"

"It was sent by the magazine."

"Magazine?"

"Where did you put it?"

"On your desk!"

Wang Zhong entered the main room, hung his satchel on the wall, and walked to the study room. There was a yellow envelope on the neat desk.

Wang Zhong picked up the envelope, tore open the opening, and took out the contents, a piece of letter paper, and a money order.

The letter was written by the editor of the magazine. Wang Zhong glanced at it briefly and put it aside. Instead, it was the huge bill. Wang Zhong held it in his hand and looked at the number on it with a smile on his face.

He took the remittance slip and walked outside the door, smiling at Si Xiaodao next to the faucet: "Ten Cheng, buy a chicken tomorrow and buy some dried mushrooms, let's celebrate!"

"Uncle, have you gotten rich?" Yicheng froze while washing the vegetables in his hands, and looked at Wang Zhong suspiciously.

"Get rich!" Wang Zhong raised the remittance slip in his hand and said with a smile, "Isn't it rich?"

"Uncle, what are you holding in your hand? Is it worth money?" Simei walked up to Wang Zhong curiously, tugged at Wang Zhong's pants, and asked curiously.

Wang Zhong squatted down, supported Simei with one hand, and held the remittance slip in front of her eyes. Simei blinked, but couldn't see what was worth it.

Sanli, who had just come over, was a little surprised and said, "A remittance slip?"

"270 binary?"

Sanli had learned to read characters from Yicheng a long time ago, and was taught by Wang Zhong himself recently. She has recognized hundreds of simple characters. Although she can't recognize all the characters on the remittance slip, she knows all the main ones.

Hearing this, Yicheng didn't even know that the vegetables in his hand fell into the basin, so he stood up abruptly, ran to Wang Zhong's side, looked at the remittance slip, his face was full of shock.

"Uncle, is this the money you earn from writing novels?" Sanli's big black eyes were shining with light.

"That's right!" Wang Zhong smiled and said, "How about it, isn't Uncle very good?"

"Great!"

"Great!"

The four little ones nodded in unison like pounding garlic.

The next morning, during morning exercises, Simei proudly shared her joy with her new big sister Xiang Nanfang. Xiang Jianguo was very surprised: "Xiao Zhong, the real person doesn't show his face?"

Subconsciously, he looked at Wang Zhong with some scrutiny.

"At first, I just had the idea of ​​giving it a try, but I didn't expect it to actually work." Wang Zhong said modestly.

"What are you writing, I will read it later!" Xiang Jianguo was rather interested.

"The Fission of the Great Qin Empire"

"Great Qin Empire? History?" Xiang Jianguo was more and more surprised. He thought it was some prose or something. After all, Wang Zhong's age was there, so he didn't expect it to be history.

In Xiang Jianguo's cognition, those who engage in history are either old scholars in their 80s and 50s with white beards and hair, or middle-aged people in their [-]s and [-]s.

And it's only seven or eight years now, Wang Zhong is only 16 years old, where did he come into contact with these things.

"It's not entirely history. It borrowed part of history, polished it with a lot of spring and autumn brushwork, and made certain adaptations."

"Then I'll have to take a closer look later!" If it's true, then this little brother whom I met by chance is a rare talent. Xiang Jianguo looked at Wang Zhong with more curiosity.

At a young age, he is capable of both civil and military skills, and he is also very experienced in speaking and doing things. Xiang Jianguo knows that the people have always been hidden dragons and crouching tigers, but Wang Zhong's age is there. Who would associate a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a hermit? .

"It's an honor, if there are any deficiencies, Brother Xiang, don't be stingy to give pointers!"

"What advice, I'm just a layman!" Xiang Jianguo said with a smile.

After exchanging greetings and resting for a while, they were divided into two teams and ran back home.

At noon, Wang Zhong left the factory, took the money, ran to the tailor shop, made a suit of clothes for each of the four little ones, and bought a new pair of shoes.

He also weighed three catties of brown sugar, and bought a hat and a can of malted milk for Qiqi, who was only over a year old and was fostered at Qi Weimin's house.

After sending the things back home, the Yicheng brothers and sisters who were eating lunch looked at Wang Zhong who came back with big bags and small bags, their eyes almost straightened.

"Uncle, why did you buy so many things?"

Different from Sanli and Simei who were happy as the top two, when Yicheng saw Wang Zhong carrying so many things, his first reaction was how much Wang Zhong spent.

"I'm so happy today. After talking about it for so many years, my brother-in-law has not been able to give you brothers and sisters a few decent gifts. This time, it is my brother-in-law's kindness, and there is no need to refuse it!"

"Especially you, Yicheng!" Wang Zhong looked at Yicheng, raised his hand and patted his immature but still thick shoulder, and said with a smile: "I know what you are worried about, don't worry, my uncle knows it well."

"Uncle, I..." Yicheng's voice was a little choked up, and his expression moved slightly.

"Okay! Hurry up and try on clothes!" Wang Zhong stuffed the bag of clothes he bought into Yicheng's hand and pushed him into the study.

Sanli and Simei had already carried their clothes into Wang Zhong's bedroom.

After a while, Sanli and Fourth Sister came out after putting on new clothes, and Wang Zhong only felt his eyes light up.

Sanli's is a plain white dress, and Simei's is a pink floral dress.

The facial features of the two sisters are relatively delicate. They used to be undressed, and they mostly wore old clothes that were eliminated by Yicheng and Erqiang. They were three years old, three years old, and mended for three years.

Now that I put on a new skirt, I feel like I have changed my face all of a sudden.

"Look, my Sanli and Fourth Sister are still beautiful!"

"Really?" Sanli was fine. Although she had a smile on her face, she still had a sense of flattery, but the fourth sister was different. This girl showed off her new clothes in front of her brothers and sisters. , put this pose, do that action, very lively.

"Yicheng, I have to go to work. I don't have time. Later, you take half of the brown sugar with your younger brothers and sisters, put the fruit in a net bag, and take this can of malted milk and these clothes and hats to you. The second aunt’s house, fruit and brown sugar are for them, and malted milk and these are Qiqi’s.”

"Oh, by the way, put some of the peach cakes and white rabbit toffee at home, and give them to Weimin and his brothers and sisters."

As soon as the account was finished, Wang Zhong pushed the bicycle and went out again.

"Uncle, don't you want to eat?" Yicheng called to stop Wang Zhong who was outside the door.

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "I had lunch in the factory canteen!"

"Okay, let's go back!"

Wang Zhong pushed the bicycle, trotted a few steps, and jumped on it.

Yicheng didn't leave, but stood where he was, watching Wang Zhong's figure on a bicycle disappear into the narrow alley, his eyes sparkling, and his heart filled with warmth.

In the next few days, Wang Zhong went to work during the day, and at night gave Yicheng and Erqiang tutoring at home, and enlightened Sanli and Simei.

Wang Zhong has done this job countless times, and he is already familiar with it.Yicheng's academic performance is good, and with Wang Zhong helping to take care of his younger siblings, he doesn't have to worry about anything, and with Wang Zhong's tutoring, although the time is short, the progress is not particularly significant, but he can feel it.

Although Sanli and Simei are both in the enlightenment stage, the quiet and introverted, obedient and sensible Sanli is far ahead of Simei.

Simei has a wild temper, can't sit still, and forgets what she learns, but fortunately she is still a bit smart, and under the temptation of food, beautiful clothes, silk scarves and hairpins, she doesn't learn too slowly.

It was the top two who gave Wang Zhong the most headache. Every time he studied, this kid's mind would start to go dizzy, as if he could just sit there and fall asleep.

Even the lure was useless, and Wang Zhong didn't know what to do.

In desperation, Wang Zhong had no choice but to use coercion to formulate a study plan according to the actual situation of the second-ranked master.

It was just an act of desperation, but unexpectedly the effect was surprisingly good.

(End of this chapter)