The old woman made cumin mutton, fried peanuts, braised pork, and stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts.
In the village, there are not so many rules, and many dishes are stir-fried and eaten together.
The old man was very happy. He drank some white wine, grabbed a handful of peanuts with his hands, put them in his mouth and chewed them. He said happily: "Your father is not as good as you. Your father is not a man who does big things. It's okay to guard the martial arts hall. Let him
It’s not possible to conquer the world.”
"My dad is suitable for life." Xia Yuan sipped his food and picked up a piece of fat but not greasy braised pork. It melted in your mouth and filled your taste buds with sweetness. "Grandma's cooking is getting better and better. By the way, where's grandma?"
"I've made your bed. During this time, you can stay in the village and have a good rest." The old man took a bite of food, drank a sip of wine, and said with emotion: "The eldest grandson is going to be successful, and there is hope for his successor."
, this Bajiquan has been passed down to your generation, and it has finally begun to shine. I am happy, grandson, and have a drink."
"Why."
Xia Yuan quickly downed a sip of food, a sip of wine, and a bottle of shochu.
Most people who practice martial arts can drink. After drinking a bottle of soju, both of them were a little drunk.
Xia Yuan likes this feeling of being drunk. He has a good drinking capacity. This drunken state is the most suitable for him. He doesn't have a headache or stomach discomfort. Instead, he feels warm and comfortable all over his body, just like lying down in the afternoon.
On the stool, it's like basking in the sun.
Lying on the bed, I felt the heaven and earth shaking, and soon fell asleep.
The next day.
The sun showed its brilliance on the top of the mountain, penetrating the mist in the mountains and fields, and the smoke rising in the forest.
Roosters crow, dogs bark, and countryside fireworks take place.
Xia Yuan got up early and helped grandma light the fire to cook.
"Grandson, leave it alone, I'll do it." Grandma put on an apron, "Would you like to get you some hot water to drink?"
"Grandma, no, I'll help you cook the pot." Xia Yuan skillfully started the fire to cook the pot. In the world of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, he once dug out a smokeless stove and taught the comrades in the cooking class and the company to make a fire for cooking. Over time,
, I am very skilled at cooking pots.
"Where's my grandpa?" Xia Yuan heated up the pot and asked.
When I woke up early in the morning, the table was cleared and the old man was nowhere to be seen.
"Going to the fields." Grandma added water to the pot, put some in a bowl, scooped the flour into the bowl, beat it with her chopsticks, and quickly made a bowl of paste.
After the water in the pot boils, use chopsticks to stir the hot water in the pot and pour the paste into the pot.
Most people in rural areas eat noodles for breakfast, and the dishes are leftovers from drinking last night. You can just heat them up and eat them for breakfast.
After the meal was done, Xia Yuan stood up and patted the dust on his body: "I'll ask grandpa to come back for dinner."
"No need, I'm back." The old man put down the hoe as if stepping on something.
When you see that the chimney of the house is no longer smoking, you basically know that the meal is ready.
After breakfast, the old man took Xia Yuan to the open space in front of the door to practice boxing.
There were several people with stakes in the open space. They had been there for who knows how long. The surface was smooth.
The old man took off his shirt, revealing some soft flesh, and after a set of punches, he became exhausted and said: "I'm old, I'm old, my body and bones are no longer good."
Xia Yuan said: "Grandpa, your body is strong and strong."
Sitting on the stool, the old man said: "You go ahead, I will watch you."
Xia Yuan looked at the wooden stake man and shook his head: "My strength is too great, the wooden stake man has no effect on my improvement."
Only then did the old man remember it and nodded: "That's right. I'll tell your father later and ask him to find someone to customize a few iron stake men."
The Iron Stake Man is made of pure iron and is extremely hard. I have never heard of anyone using an Iron Stake Man. This is the first time Xia Yuan has heard of it. He has thought about making an Iron Stake Man before. After all, he is special.
Unexpectedly, the old man thought of it as soon as he thought about it.
"Iron stake man, very few people use it, right?" Xia Yuan asked.
"Well, who is as strong as you? Generally speaking, wooden stick people can use Ming Jin enough. Many people will never reach the level of Dark Jin in their lifetime." The old man pinched a peanut and threw it in his mouth.
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Xia Yuan was lying on the recliner, looking at the vast empty space in front of him. The yellow leaves of autumn and winter were swept aside. After a night, some more yellow leaves fell on the ground. The wooden stakes in the distance had not been struck for a long time.
It looks very shabby and a bit desolate.
"In the past, in the summer, this place was really lively at night." Xia Yuan looked at it, thinking of his childhood.
When I was a child, it was hot in summer. At night, my grandfather would pull out the lights in the house and hang them on the trees. People in the village would gather in the open space, sit under the lights, chat, and the children would play in the open space.
The laughter spread far away, echoing in the valley.
Later, when the children grew up, went out to work, earned money, and brought their parents to the city, or moved to the town.
Many homes in the village were empty, leaving only some old people who had returned to their roots.
Sit at the door and bask in the sun, look at the village where I have lived all my life, and remember every house and big tree in the village.
Everything you look at is filled with memories.
"Yes, there is no one in the village. When we old guys are gone, we will no longer have the idea of going home to celebrate the New Year." The old man ate peanuts and recalled the past with some emotion.
The elderly in the family have left, leaving only an empty house. Some people simply do not come back to celebrate the New Year.
There are fewer and fewer people in the village.
Xia Yuan was full of emotion. He hadn't been back for a long time and would only come back during the Chinese New Year.
However, life in rural areas is quite comfortable. It is not as fast-paced as in big cities. The air in the mountains and fields is full of sweetness. It starts at sunrise and rests at sunset.
Older people may yearn for it, but when it comes to the younger generation, the busy life makes them have to leave their hometown.
If there was no pressure in life, marriage would still be the three-piece refrigerator and color TV set before, and there would be no pressure on an RV. Anyone who wants to go out to make money would choose to stay at home and live a stable and down-to-earth life.
Life in the countryside is relatively simple. When Xia Yuan had nothing to do, he would box in the mountains, do morning exercises, and video chat with Pei Shanshan. For a long time, he would do morning exercises while video chatting with Pei Shanshan. Pei Shanshan sometimes did her homework in the dormitory.
Sometimes I am watching TV, and sometimes I am in class.
In university courses, teachers are not very strict and only give homework once a week.
When you get to college, you are all adults, and you have to decide in your mind whether you should learn for yourself or for the teacher.
If you want to learn, follow the teacher and the teacher will teach you.
If you don't want to study, the teacher won't care about you. If you want to play with your phone, you can play with it. As long as you don't disturb the teacher's lecture, you can do other studies.
Because Pei Shanshan missed a lot of classes, she couldn't understand many things. In the past, before she met Xia Yuan, she had planned to take the postgraduate entrance examination.
Now that I have gotten to know Xia Yuan, my life plans have to be changed appropriately. Many of my previous plans have gradually faded away as time goes by.
Pei Shanshan's idea has become relatively simple.
After graduating from college, I married Xia Yuan and gave birth to a child one year after the marriage.
A simple plan has been put on the agenda.
Xia Yuan is as usual, and his life plan has also included Pei Shanshan. Changing the status of Chinese martial arts is mostly completed, and he is not needed much anymore.
After experiencing this, I believe that there will be more and more inheritors in the Chinese martial arts community who will stand up and challenge foreign boxing techniques.
Xia Yuan, just open this path.
Currently, the number of fans on his Douyin account has risen to more than 2.7 million, and the likes of his only two videos have exceeded 3 million.
In the past few days in the countryside, he posted three more videos.
One is a video of him experimenting with his own strength. It is the old tree in front of the door. When he punches down, the whole tree can't stop shaking. The sound is loud. The yellow leaves on the branches of the tree fall one after another. When the fist is withdrawn, the tree trunk can be clearly seen.
Saw a fist mark.
A simple video of only ten seconds became a hot search within five or six hours of being released.
Such a thick tree can shake with one punch and leave an eye-catching punch mark on the trunk, which shows how powerful the senior brother is.
The second video is a video of him punching. When punched in the air, the wind howls and the sound is like thunder. This is without any special effects. It is quite incredible that a punch hits the air and makes a sonic boom sound.
Santiao means that he practices pile skills in the morning. The pile skills of Baji Quan are not limited to Zha Ma Step.
What Xia Yuan showed in the video was the Liangyi Zhuang of Baji Quan, which was quite proficient.
The three videos quickly exceeded one million likes in just a few days, especially the first video, which was unprecedentedly popular. A wave of tree-breaking craze soon set off on the Internet. They used Xia Yuan's first video
Based on a video, few people could hit trees with their fists to the extent that Xia Yuan did.
Only by hitting smaller trees than what Xia Yuan hit can we achieve the level of damage Xia Yuan did.
But it is almost impossible to leave a fist mark on a tree trunk.
As a result, he gradually became known as the "strongest person" on the Internet.
No matter how big the storm is on the Internet, Xia Yuan still maintains the principle of going his own way and doesn't care about the various voices on the Internet.
He has decided not to interfere with matters on the Internet and let them ferment.
"We are about to enter the mission world."
The early morning mist enveloped the mountains and fields, and the smoke from cooking stoves filled the air.
Xia Yuan stood on the edge of the field, breathing the fresh morning air, mentally calculating the time to enter the mission world.
Half a month passed very quickly, and it passed by in a blink of an eye.
"I don't know what the next mission world will be."
Xia Yuan has experienced so many worlds.
I have a very deep understanding of the Anti-Japanese War and the Korean War, and I remember most of the events quite clearly.
"In the Korean battlefield, I have participated in three major stages: the Battle of Changjin Lake, Shangganling, and the Fifth Battle of Counterattack. In the Anti-Japanese War, I participated in the Yunnan-Burma War and the Battle of Songhu. It also included armed struggles in some places. However, I
The missions he participated in are a drop in the ocean in the entire history of war."
In the history of the Anti-Japanese War, there were so many battles, large and small, that it was obviously impossible for him to go through them all by himself.
Now I am quietly waiting for the task time to arrive.
The day goes by in a blink of an eye.
As night falls, the mountains and fields fall into silence.
The local dogs enter the kennel, and the chickens and ducks are locked in the pen.
Xia Yuan lay on the bed, quietly waiting for time to pass.
As people get older, they feel more and more like time is like a stream, flowing cleanly and loudly.
He lay on the bed and looked at the time.
It's past eleven o'clock.
Pei Shanshan's even breathing came from the phone, and his face showed a trace of tenderness, which was then replaced by coldness, and his consciousness quickly sank.
There was a noisy sound in my ears.
"In the first year of the founding of New China, my whole family is happy and healthy."
"Long live the great Chairman!"
"Long live New China!"
"The Treaty of Medium-speed Friendship, Alliance and Mutual Assistance has been signed!!"
His vision gradually returned.
The sounds in my ears become noisy, and everything freezes and becomes real.
He sat in front of a square table, lighting a kerosene lamp. On the table were sorghum cakes, stir-fried meat, batter, and a strong aroma.
The men and women sitting at the table are a family, with smiles on their faces.
[Time: February 16, 1950]
[Mission: Complete the first battle after entering North Korea! (Phase mission)]
"Yuan Wazi, eat quickly, don't you want to eat meat?"
It was the second sister's cry.
Xia Yuan looked at the 'summer' meal on the table.
This is New Year's Eve?
This is the first Spring Festival celebrated by the Chinese people since the founding of the People's Republic of China.
February 14, 1950 was also the third day of the signing of the Sino-Soviet Treaty of Friendship, Alliance and Mutual Assistance.
On the 29th day of the Lunar New Year, New Year's Eve and the first day of the Lunar New Year this year, the headlines of newspapers across China were about this international event, and the country was full of joy.
He remembered that his father spent the family's few savings in order to make this meal.
To celebrate the founding of New China, to celebrate the signing of the "Medium-Speed Friendship, Alliance and Mutual Assistance Treaty" between China and the Soviet Union, to celebrate this moment of national celebration.
The air is filled with the aroma of food, and the sound of firecrackers can be heard in the distance.
Xia Yuan never expected that he would actually travel back in time to 1950, the first Spring Festival celebrated by the Chinese people.
He recalled his identity.
Thousands of thoughts.
Good guy, this time I didn’t even assign myself the status of a soldier.
It seems that he is leaving himself to find troops.
It's quite simple. Xia Yuan has a lot of force value. It's very easy to join the army, especially his marksmanship and bomb-dropping accuracy. It's estimated that during the war, there will be a large number of troops vying for it.
This was not Xia Yuan's first time traveling through time, and he quickly integrated into the big family.
Eating the stir-fried pork, which tastes salty and mushy, and thinking about the system's time travel, it seems to be completely random.
The first time I traveled through time was physically.
The next time travel is soul travel. Xia Yuan subconsciously believes that soul travel is safer.
"Tomorrow, the village will launch a support activity for the army. Let's bring all the food and clothing we have at home to take a good look at our comrades." The old father said with a smile on his face.
"The military shoes I received are also ready. I received two pairs." The second sister said happily.
"The eldest girl is getting married, so we should quickly find someone for the second girl. It is best to be a soldier in the army." The old mother was happy, "This country is so good to us. It has given us land and food."