Ma Zhanshan walked to the middle of the yard, opened his posture, and said,
"Brother Yang, please enlighten me."
Yang Jun looked at Ma Zhanwu. He had strong muscles and a burly body, giving people the feeling of a humanoid Mount Tai.
His legs were like old tree roots firmly rooted to the ground, and it was obvious that the kung fu on his legs was extraordinary.
Although Ma Zhanshan had decades of hard work, Yang Jun was still sure to defeat him within three rounds.
However, these moves of his are all killing moves on the battlefield, and the emphasis is on killing the enemy with one move.
But Ma Zhanshan was just a martial arts fanatic, and the two of them were just fighting each other. Yang Jun was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control him and would accidentally hurt him.
So, he smiled and waved his hand to Ma Zhanshan and said,
"Master Ma, we are friends. If you just stretch your arms and legs, it would be unkind. Why don't we have a literary competition?"
When Ma Zhanshan heard this, he put away his posture and said doubtfully,
"What kind of literary comparison method?"
Yang Jun turned around and looked around, then walked to the plum blossom pile, patted a wooden pile and said,
"Master Ma, let's each kick three legs. Whoever can break this wooden stake will win. How about that?"
Hearing this, Ma Zhanshan smiled and said,
"Brother Yang, this is impossible. Let alone three kicks, even three hundred kicks can't stop it."
Even several of Ma Zhanshan's disciples shook their heads and said they couldn't.
"I have been following the master since I was four years old. In more than 20 years, I have never seen a broken wooden stake."
"It's impossible. We brothers practice with wooden stakes every day. Not to mention breaking them when we kick them, there aren't even any cracks."
"A wooden stake as thick as a thigh cannot be broken without human power."
Everyone shook their heads, thinking that everyone could break the wooden stake.
Even Ma Juzi and Yi Qiushui felt that Yang Jun was talking nonsense.
Especially Yi Qiushui, she is a highly educated person and believes in science. A wooden stake as thick as this cannot be shaken even if it does not have the strength of a thousand pounds.
However, Ma Wumei looked at the weak Yang Jun and thought that he deliberately put forward this harsh condition in order to cause a draw. In this way, everyone would keep playing and their own face would be saved.
Ma Zhanshan took a step forward and said, "Brother Yang, I can't stop kicking this stake. If you can break it, Ma will be willing to admit defeat."
Yang Jun smiled and said nothing.
He turned back towards the wooden stake.
He stood one leg away from the stake and pulled out his shirt from his waistband.
Keep your left foot stationary and move your right leg slowly backward.
He stared closely at the wooden stake, visually measuring the distance and focus point, and quickly calculating the speed and distance in his mind.
The legs are tight and all the strength of the body is concentrated on the right leg.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Just listen to the sound of "ha",
Yang Jun moved.
His legs were like lightning, retreating at the slightest touch.
"ah!"
Everyone exclaimed.
Everyone focused their attention on the wooden pile.
The wooden stake did not break as expected, but cracked from top to bottom with a crack as thick as a little finger.
Everyone looked at Yang Jun in disbelief, with shocked expressions on their faces as if they had seen a ghost, and their mouths opened wide, as if they could swallow an egg.
"Snapped!"
Yang Jun stepped out again, and the wooden stake as thick as his thigh broke.
The broken end of the wooden stake fell to the ground with a crash.
legs.
Whole legs.
Yang Jun suddenly kicked the wooden stake and broke it.
The courtyard was silent.
Everyone stared intently at Yang Jun and the wooden stake on the ground.
Even Yi Qiushui opened her eyes wide, covering her mouth and looking at him stupidly.
Only then did she realize that Yang Junli's two first-class meritorious deeds were well deserved. Without this skill, let alone meritorious service, there was no telling whether he would have come back alive.
Yang Jun squatted down and touched the broken part of the wooden pile, shook his head and sighed: "This body is getting worse and worse."
In the past, he could break such a thick wooden stake with one kick, but now he had to kick it twice.
Before he was discharged from the army, he could still concentrate on training in the army. Since returning from his job, he has given up all other exercise except running in the morning.
A person's peak physical strength is between thirty-five and forty-five years old. He does not want his body to become useless when he is only in his early thirties.
Therefore, he decided to resume training starting tomorrow.
Even if Yi Qiushui puts on any provocative pose in the morning, he will not hesitate.
It took about half a minute.
Only then did everyone slow down.
Ma Zhanshan strode up to Yang Jun, cupped his fists and said,
"Brother Yang, I have given up."
Ma Zhanshan was bold and generous, and he admitted defeat unambiguously in front of his children and apprentices.
Several of his disciples also clasped their fists and repeatedly expressed their admiration.
"Director Yang, good work."
Yang Jun smiled, waved his hand and said: "Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
These words made everyone's faces turn red.
If this isn't even worth mentioning, I don't know what else is worth mentioning.
Everyone returned to the living room and sat down again. Everyone exchanged glasses and had a lively chat.
"Brother Yang, brother, I have never obeyed anyone in my life. Today, brother, you are one of them."
Ma Zhanshan sighed while holding the wine bowl.
People who practice martial arts have a common problem: they are very confident in their own kung fu and never give in easily.
But today.
Yang Jun taught them a lesson, letting them see what it means: "There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world."
If Yang Jun hadn't proposed Wenbi, he might not even be able to withstand someone's kick.
Obviously, people were afraid of hurting him, so they proposed Wenbi.
Although everyone toasted me a cup and I toasted you a bowl, Yang Jun could see that Ma Zhanshan seemed to be in a very heavy mood, as if he had the feeling of a hero in his twilight years, and he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
"Brother Yang, when you have nothing to do in the future, come to my place and show your skills to open the eyes of these idiots."
"sure."
Yang Jun looked at his several apprentices, all of whom were talented and talented. For a moment, he felt a love for talent. He couldn't help but ask,
"I don't know where you guys are employed. If you don't mind, I recommend you to work in the security department of the steel rolling mill."
As soon as Yang Jun finished speaking, several of Ma Zhanshan's apprentices immediately had golden eyes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Director Yang, can we really go to work in the steel rolling mill?"
"What? I, the director of the steel rolling mill, am so unreliable?" Yang Jun said with a smile.
"No...no, it's just that the news came too suddenly, I can't believe it."
The young man who spoke stood up and clasped his fists and said: "Wu Dazhao is willing to follow Factory Director Yang for the rest of his life."
"Okay, we will all be brothers from now on. If you don't let me down, I will never let you down." Yang Jun looked serious and toasted him with a glass of wine.
Wu Dazhao held the wine bowl in both hands and drank it in one gulp.
"Tang Aimin is willing to attach the tail fin."
"Count me Luo Xiaojun."
"..."
For a time, all six of Ma Zhanshan's apprentices expressed their willingness to follow Yang Jun.
Yang Jun did not hesitate and drank a bowl of wine with them one by one.
Of course, he had a sincere intention and didn't use any space.
Learned from the conversation.
There are six of them, two of them are unemployed, and the other four, one works at the grain station, one works at the enamel tank factory, and two work at the milk factory.
Their salaries are not high, two are twenty-seven and a half yuan, and two of them are still in the internship period.
Yang Jun did not promise to give them high wages, but said that they would be regular workers as soon as they entered the factory and would reuse them in the future.
He also said at that time that if other brothers and sisters wanted to come to work in the steel rolling mill, he would also welcome them.
What Yang Jun needs to do now is to completely turn the security department into his own private domain, and each position must have its own people.
At present, the security section, from the section chief to the section members, are basically all his people.
It can be said that Wang Erwa, Zhao Haifeng, Ma Wumei, Yang Anguo, He Dazhuang and the newly recruited militiamen from Xiaowangzhuang are all loyal to Yang Jun.
From the section chief, deputy section chief, down to the section chief, captain, and squad leader, almost all the important positions are occupied by his own people. If others want to touch him, they must first pass the security department.
(Writing this, by the way, in order to avoid being 404, I am not going to touch that branch line, nor will I skip it, but let everyone understand that the security department will be the most powerful department in the steel rolling mill from now on. Of course, in the article,
I can only blur the concept of this plot, I hope everyone can understand it.)
after eating.
In order to show Yang Jun's care for his daughter and his apprentice, Ma Zhanshan decided to give him several jars of daughter red.
The wine cellar is in the kitchen. I just dug a hole in the wall and followed the steps to reach the wine cellar.
As soon as Yang Jun entered, he felt a chill coming over him. He felt chilly all over and had goosebumps all over his body.
The wine cellar is very large, almost occupying the space of two rooms. In addition to wine storage, it is also a vegetable cellar.
There are more than a dozen rows of wine jars on the left, about two to three hundred jars, and a row of cabbage, potatoes and radishes are stacked on the right.
"Brother Yang, to be honest, I used to make wine. These are all things I saved from before. Now I drink a little less."
When Yang Jun heard this, he showed a smile that said, "Sure enough," he said.
Since ancient times, most of those who make wine are martial arts practitioners.
Because they are all heavy drinkers, they thought it would be convenient to make their own wine and drink it. Even if they were reluctant to drink it, it would be nice to be able to smell it every day.
What’s more, brewing is also a physical job. It’s not much easier than swinging a sledgehammer in a workshop. It’s difficult for ordinary people to be qualified for this job.
"Master Ma, I'm thin-skinned. I didn't have the nerve to ask what kind of wine I was drinking just now. This wine was really good." Yang Jun scratched his head and said sheepishly.
"My daughter is red," Ma Zhanshan said in surprise: "Brother Yang is a good drinker. Can't you tell what kind of wine it is?"
When he saw that Yang Jun drank no less than seven or eight kilograms of wine, he thought he already knew the name of the wine.
"Hey, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I drink wine like water, and any wine tastes the same in my mouth."
"Brother Yang, you are so powerful."
Ma Zhanshan became more and more surprised when he saw that Yang Jun had drank so much wine for more than an hour and acted like a normal person.
Could this be the legendary proverb of not getting drunk after a thousand cups?
"Master Ma, if everyone's daughter Hong is not buried underground, why would you put yours in the cellar?"
Liang Zhangju of the Qing Dynasty recorded in "Wangji Dutan": The best wine was named Nv Nv Liquor. According to legend, the adopted daughter of a wealthy family brewed several jars of wine until she left home, and used this wine to marry...
That is to say, when a daughter was born in a wealthy family, to celebrate, they brewed several jars of good wine and buried it deep in the ground. When the daughter got married, she dug up the wine and used it as a dowry.
"Brother Yang, who did you hear this from? If the wine is buried underground, it will definitely turn sour." Ma Zhanshan laughed loudly when he heard this.
"Going sour?" Yang Jun frowned and thought.
"Everyone who makes wine knows that if you want to store wine for a longer time, you must strictly control the wine cellar where the wine is stored, such as temperature, air, moisture, etc., there are strict requirements. If
If it is really buried underground like you said, the wine will definitely turn sour."
Later, in order to convince Yang Jun, Ma Zhanshan gave an example.
His father also wanted him to bury dozens of jars of brewed wine deep in the ground. When he took it out after more than ten years, the wine had hardened and tasted sour and unpleasant.
After hearing this, Yang Jun was very embarrassed.
Unexpectedly, the TV series can be harmful to people. He really thought that Nuerhong was buried underground.
After Ma Zhanshan's explanation, he realized that he was completely wrong.
