Chen Mo was somewhat disappointed that he was not able to see the legendary god. However, his mother was able to teach him to recognize words, which was more attractive to Chen Mo than to see gods. After all, if the gods were like him, he had one in his head. Although he didn't know if it was the case, he thought that those gods were the same as him, and he had such an extraordinary ability. Maybe he could be a god in the future.

Confucius said: Isn’t it a saying to learn and practice it from time to time? Isn’t it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Isn’t it a gentleman if people don’t know and don’t be angry?

In the field, Chen Mo was taking care of the crops while silently chanting what his mother taught him in his heart. When he rested, he would write down these words with branches on the ground crookedly. He had a good memory. These were all written by his mother on the ground with branches on the ground in the morning and then taught him. The shape was recorded by him, but when he really wrote it out, it felt very awkward, not as beautiful as his mother wrote.

"Dog Lang, what are you doing?" A young man older than Chen Mo came to Chen Mo with a hoe and asked at the crooked words on the ground.

"Writing!" Chen Mo felt a little arrogant. After all, he might be the only young man in the city who recognizes words. Of course, he only recognizes these.

"So ugly!" The young man looked at the tilted words on the ground, curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "If you have time to figure out these things, why don't you help me get some fat in the fields."

"Give money." Chen Mo looked at the other party, his eyes shining a little. He was short of money now.

"Just pour some manure, and it will cost money?" the boy said dissatisfied.

"Then you go by yourself." Chen Mo was a little disappointed. In fact, he had always had the idea of ​​helping people fertilize and water the fields and then make money, but unfortunately no one invited him.

"Stingy!" The boy was a little dissatisfied. If he could do anything, he wouldn't have come to find Chen Mo. In fact, some people used to learn from Chen Mo to improve manure, but a lot of crops in the field were burned to death. Later, no one tried again, but asked Chen Mo to help, Chen Mo asked for money, which was somewhat related to Chen Mo's reputation as a manure.

"You have to pay for the tenant farmers, right?" Chen Mo was dissatisfied: "Dalang, it's not me that you are talking about you. You have to pay back the tenant farmers, but you may not have grown many crops. But if you hire me, you can make your crops grow better and your harvest will be more. The money I collect is less than 10% of the money you hire a tenant farmers."

He didn't understand, why so many people couldn't calculate such a simple account?

"Practice your words." The boy was not angry either. Everyone got used to it, but after all, he still had a knot in his mind and left angrily.

Chen Mo continued to practice calligraphy, recalling his mother's writing posture in his mind, but the words he wrote in the end were also unsatisfactory. At least Chen Mo looked at it incomparable to his mother's words.

At noon, I ate some food I brought and continued to weed the field. However, Chen Mo was still a little resentful and felt that no one understood him.

In the evening, Chen Mo returned home. The little dog, who was already familiar with the new environment, was chasing several chickens in the yard. Chen Mo was shocked and hurried over to rescue the trembling chickens.

"Don't bully them!" Chen Mo said with a straight face after knocking on the little dog's head.

The little dog kept running into Chen Mo's arms. After a while, Chen Mo was a little unstoppable, and finally gave up and played with the little dog with a giggle.

"Mo'er~" Chen's mother appeared at the door and looked at Chen Mo and said, "Didn't you say you want to go to your Uncle Wang to learn skills? You should not break your trust in your life!"

Chen Mo remembered this and nodded quickly, put the puppy on the ground, and hurriedly ran to Uncle Wang's house. Before leaving, Chen's mother asked Chen Mo to carry a few chicken eggs, which was regarded as a ceremony for apprenticeship.

"Did you have a quarrel with the Wu family today?" Uncle Wang just came back. Sometimes hunters would hunt in the mountains for several days in a row. After all, it is different from farming. The harvest of hunters depends on luck.

"No, he asked me to fertilize his land. I asked him for money, but he became annoyed." Chen Mo sometimes didn't want to deal with these people. He was obviously about the same age as him or even older than him, but he was always so naive. How could he do nothing in the world to help others work for nothing?

Uncle Wang sighed, without commenting on this matter. Chen Mo was sensible early, but sometimes, he was less humane and too conspired. Uncle Wang couldn't tell whether the matter was good or bad. He found a short stick from the house and handed it to Chen Mo and said, "What do you want to learn?"

"Martial arts." Chen Mo looked at Uncle Wang in confusion. Is there any need to ask?

"There are many kinds of martial arts, including axes, halberds, hooks, forks, swords, guns, swords, halberds, bows, what do you want to learn?" Uncle Wang asked.

Chen Mo exclaimed: "Does these Uncle Wang do you know?"

"..." Uncle Wang was silent for a while and shook his head and said, "No, our hunters are usually equipped with knives, forks and bows and arrows, but knives are very expensive and are generally unworthy. Most of the hunters here use forks and sticks."

It feels much worse than swords, guns, swords and halberds, but Chen Mo is not easy to show it directly. For him, some of them are good to learn. He thought for a while and said, "Can Uncle Wang call me stick technique and archery technique?"

There was no way, Uncle Wang threw a stick over directly. The purpose was already very obvious. Asking these questions was just a question. He definitely didn't really want to teach them. Chen Mo still had this ability to observe words and expressions.

"The stick is relatively simple. I will teach you how to stand in a stance today. Just follow my teaching method and stand in a stance for a quarter of an hour every day. When you work harder, you will teach you how to use it." Uncle Wang nodded. Chen Mo is still young now, and teaching too much is not good for the body. Standing in a stance is the most basic, but also the most difficult. Perseverance is very important. Although Uncle Wang agreed to Chen Mo to teach him, if Chen Mo fishes for three days and two days of drying the net, just standing in a stance can make Chen Mo dispel this idea himself.

Although I didn't understand what the stick technique had to do with standing stance, Chen Mo still nodded and agreed, watching Uncle Wang seriously make a standing stance action, which seemed not difficult.

Chen Mo was a little confused, but he still acted like Uncle Wang to stand in a stance.

"The waist sinks, and the strength needs to be used here." Uncle Wang began to help Chen Mo correct his posture.

"Uncle Wang, this... is so awkward!" After being adjusted, Chen Mo felt uncomfortable. He could stand easily, but after being adjusted, Chen Mo felt his legs tremble.

"Then stand until you get used to it. Standing stance is the foundation of all martial arts. If you can't pass this level, you will be a fancy way of learning whatever you learn." Uncle Wang glanced at Chen Mo and said.

"Oh~" Chen Mo could only grit his teeth and hold on with his young body shaking in the sunset.

At least have good perseverance.
Chapter completed!