Chen Baoxiang took Chuanwu's hand and personally gave him instructions: "Wrestling is to use the simplest method to throw the opponent to the ground and then hold him down. Our wrestling in Jinan is also a skill. The most basic technique is the hook.
Kick, hand, kick, big dehe, small dehe, naoqiezi and rubao, practice these first, engrave them in your mind, use them flexibly when fighting with others, and use various changes to restrain the opponent
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Chuanwu nodded repeatedly: "That's right, Sha Lao Fist also said that if you use the small druid together, no matter how tall or strong the opponent is, you can knock the opponent to the ground with just one look."
When Chen Baoxiang was young, he practiced for a while with the experts in the wrestling ring.
Practice Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer.
Every day I get up when the rooster crows, grab stone locks, squat on horseback, and swing the big rope...
Until one day, he saw a street fight. A man from the underworld appeared with a unicorn hand cannon. After losing the battle, he smashed the head of an old wrestler on the spot. He suddenly understood that wrestling is the most important martial art.
A kind of weak and slow.
If you know how to wrestle, you will kill people faster.
If you only know how to wrestle, you will die faster than anyone else.
He must teach Chuanwu this kind of experience.
"Second brother, it's not enough to just know Xiao Dehe. Our senior in the northern martial arts world has summarized thirteen moves to defeat the enemy, namely step up kick, brain slice, hand tie, lying knife, big tie, and tie.
, drape, hug legs, skewer, big dehe, small dehe, rake, cross the bridge——"
He demonstrated it step by step, leaving Chuanwu stunned.
In the past, Chen Baoxiang had never shown any kung fu skills. Chuanwu thought that his parents were just little cooks, and they could only turn the frying spoon around and had no other abilities.
Chuanwu smiled playfully at first, thinking that Chen Baoxiang was just telling the same old story, work hard and don't cause trouble.
At the end, the expression on Chuanwu's face became more and more serious. He stood upright, shut up and listened, and finally raised his thumb in the air: "Dad, you are always like this -"
"Martial arts is a killing technique, Chuanwu, you know? Chinese martial arts are used well and are faster than pistols and bullets. Within seven steps, you can kill like a fool without missing a beat. Even if you really learn to use a gun in the future, you still have to
Do you know the true meaning of 'Chuan Wu' in your name?"
"Dad, I know that you gave me this name because you want me to inherit the traditional Chinese martial arts, carry it forward, and pass it on."
This sentence is only half correct. In Chen Baoxiang's opinion, the purpose of learning Chinese martial arts well is to kill the Japanese, not to show off one's skills and show off one's skills to seek praise from others.
Kungfu of various schools and schools has been passed down from our ancestors, and their purpose is to use skills to defend themselves, to defeat the strong and to support the weak. If this fundamental purpose is ignored, Chinese martial arts will lose its meaning.
Today, the Japanese invaders are rampant in Jinan. If thousands of kung fu masters unite, they will definitely make the Japanese have trouble sleeping and eat, and they will lose more than half of their lives.
"Second brother, remember, you can't kill the Japs by just practicing martial arts. It's also difficult to surpass the Japs' sharpshooters by just practicing shooting. Martial arts, a broadsword and a long gun, are the best way for the Chinese to kill the Japs."
"Remember Dad, the storyteller under the bridge once said that the 91st Brigade in the Taierzhuang Battle of the Fifth War Zone, the 19th Route Army in Shanghai, the Xifengkou Battlefield of the Great Wall... The Chinese went to the battlefield with big swords, and the Japanese were knocked off their backs and corpses were killed.
Across the fields!”
"That's right, that's right. Listen to books. Don't listen to the old ones in the future, just listen to these new ones."
Chuanwu nodded vigorously: "Dad, I remember. When Chinese people kill Japanese, they must use their own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses."
"What else?"
"The storyteller also said that the great sword team is so powerful because it was taught personally by the master of Chinese martial arts. The first one is Li Yaochen's Wuji Sword Technique, which is about not using the sword, and it will kill as soon as it is used. The second one is Ma Fengtu's
Breaking the edge with eight swords, eight swords are launched, attacking eight vital points respectively. With eight swords, the enemy will die. The third type is Han Muxia's Bagua Xingyi Dao, which is based on fan, chop, chop, chop and support. During the match, the enemy will be killed randomly.
Change, the 38-level bayonet technique specifically used to deal with Japanese devils."
"Okay, okay, listen carefully and remember clearly, not bad, not bad."
"Hey, I memorized part of it, and several of the workers went to listen together. Some of them are literate. After they understand, they will explain it to us. Dad, several of the literate workers came from cotton mills in Tianjin and Qingdao.
Although I am not from Jinan, I have feelings for Jinan, and I often say that if there are so many martial arts experts in Jinan, if they unite and defeat the Japanese devils, the city of Jinan will be reborn."
Chen Baoxiang sighed, thinking of Master Feng in Mingxinchi.
In the years of war and chaos, these capable people took stock of the situation and did not really take the people of Jinan to heart, but were busy amassing money.
Yan Guo plucks his feathers, takes a commission from everything, and never misses any opportunity to make money.
"Dad, I will definitely remember your words. I will neither be arrogant nor impetuous. I will practice my kung fu hard and kill the Japanese in front of the two armies in the future."
The conversation between father and son ended here, and Chen Baoxiang did not want Liu Yuee to worry.
He put his arm around Chuanwu's shoulders and returned to the house, where Chuanwen and Xiu'er were reading under the lamp.
"Dad, I learned how to read and learn some arithmetic from my coworkers on the goods platform. In the future, I can help you a little by spreading the rice to the Grand View Garden, up and down."
As Chuan Wen spoke, he held the tip of his pencil and scratched back and forth on a piece of paper.
"Dad, my eldest brother is learning to make an abacus!"
Chuanwen shook his head in embarrassment: "Dad taught me before, but I didn't study hard. Now that I'm sensible, I have to start from scratch again. Dad, after the Chinese New Year, the goods counter will not be busy. I will come back every day and learn the abacus from you..."
Xiu'er also shouted: "Dad, the private school teacher also taught us to read maps. The whole world is a round ball with countless countries. The Japanese devils not only invaded China, but also invaded other countries. People in so many countries hate the Japanese devils.
, Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be punished with evil. One day, many countries will unite, and the Japanese will be finished. While we recite Three Hundred Thousand, we learn to read maps, which will be useful in future wars. I will be Hua Mulan in the future.
Kill the enemy for the country..."
Liu Yue'e took Xiu'er's hand and touched her daughter's whip distressedly: "Why don't you spend more time with Mulan? You have to learn female needlework..."
Xiu'er shook her head: "Mom, I don't want to learn needlework - Dad, do you know the Xin family sister at the north end of Qushuiting Street?"
Chen Baoxiang nodded. The Xin family came from Zhangqiu and were a prominent family in Jinan City.
The third generation of the Xin family gave birth to a talented woman named Rui. After the Japanese invaded the city, she left. I heard that she had joined the army.
"Sister of the Xin family joined the Eighth Front Army and led people to fight the Japanese in Yimeng Mountain. Dad, I know where Yimeng Mountain is. From the map, it is only two inches away. One day I will go to Yimeng Mountain to fight the Japanese with my sister from the Xin family.
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"Silly boy, fighting Japanese is a man's job. You should study hard and don't cause trouble by making noises outside."
"Mom, the teacher said that fighting the Japanese is not the business of any one person, but the business of all Chinese people. What's wrong with the girl? I want to learn from Hua Mulan - a woman must be better than a man, and who in the daughter's family is not as good as the son?
male……"
Xiu'er held Liu Yue'e's arm and shook it vigorously, tossing her braid back and forth, acting coquettishly.
The three children have their own directions, and Chen Baoxiang feels that the family is full of hope.
At night, there were constant sounds of firecrackers inside and outside the city.
Every time the firecrackers went off, Chen Baoxiang's heart trembled violently.
Sometimes he was not sure whether it was the sound of firecrackers or gunshots, sometimes far and sometimes near, high and low.
"When the Japanese heard this kind of noise, they were probably like the common people. At first they thought it was gunshots, but in the end they heard it too much, their ears were numb, and they didn't care about anything. Wanhualou made things easier..."
Liu Yue'e turned over and took Chen Baoxiang's arm: "Master, go to sleep, go to sleep...it's a firecracker, go to sleep..."
Chen Baoxiang couldn't sleep. He always felt that there was a dark devil lurking outside the window, staring at the family.
Anyone who walks too slowly will be dragged away by the monster and will never be reincarnated.
Before dawn, Chen Baoxiang slept for a while, but was soon woken up.
"Master, someone has come to order a banquet. They will have dinner in our restaurant on New Year's Eve——"
Liu Yuee grabbed Chen Baoxiang's arm and pulled him up.
When Chen Baoxiang arrived at the store, there was a young maid wearing a black jacket standing in front of the counter, holding a piece of paper in her hand and looking very arrogant.
"Boss Chen, my master said that there are eight hot dishes and eight cold dishes. There are two types of dumplings. The ancestor-worshipping one is completely vegetarian. The one I eat uses pure mutton and scallions, the mutton uses Zhonggong goat, and the scallions use Zhangqiu scallions. Beef and dog meat are not allowed.
, there are no other taboos.”
The little maid took the abacus and put the note underneath.
"This is a small shop. If it is more convenient for your master, please go to a big shop or restaurant in the city. I am afraid that I am not very knowledgeable and will delay your New Year's Eve dinner."
The little maid curled her lips: "My master said, we will eat here. Don't worry, the money will be yours -"
She untied her cuffs, took out a red silk bag, poured a handful of oceans on the counter, and then stacked them one by one, making a total of twenty.
"Boss Chen, twenty oceans is just the food money, not counting the fish money for the reunion fish at the end, the reward for New Year's greetings, and the red envelope when the host got up at the end... Just do the math, how much money will you make after working hard all night?
How much?"
Chen Baoxiang had just gotten up, his mind was still a mess, and he still felt incompetent.
Liu Yue'e, with quick hands and eyes, ducked under Chen Baoxiang's arm and held down Twenty Dayang.
"Okay, little sister, it's settled. I guarantee that your master is satisfied. We'll prepare now."
"Okay, let's sit down at eight o'clock in the evening. My master is the most punctual and punctual, so please wait patiently..."
The little maid went out, got on a rickshaw, and headed west.
"Whose maid is this? Why have I never seen her before? She looks very strange!"
Chen Baoxiang walked out, built a pergola with his hands, and looked at the shadow of the rickshaw in the distance.
Liu Yue'e carefully counted Dayang again, raised her head happily and shouted: "Master, hurry up and get ready. I'll chop the meat and stuff the dumplings, and you hurry up and make the menu... With so much money, we can have a fat year this time."
Got it!"
Chen Baoxiang scooped water to wash his face, his mind gradually cleared, he first made a menu, and then went out to buy groceries with a basket.
People were coming and going on the street, and children were laughing and running, including Jinan children and Japanese children.
Chen Baoxiang was in a trance, as if he had returned to a few years before the Japanese entered Jinan.
At that time, on the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, Chief Han set up a long table at the entrance of the government office, with hundreds of New Year gifts on it, including rice, noodles, oil and meat, specially prepared for the lonely elderly people in Jinan.
Sometimes, Chief Han had fun with the people, and took his adjutants out to set off firecrackers with the children. The laughter spread throughout half of Jinan City.
"Where are the Southern Army and the Eighth Front Army? The Japanese have occupied Jinan for three years. They won't live here forever, right?"
Chen Baoxiang walked to a beef and mutton shop, asked for a leg of beef, rolled it in lotus leaves and put it in a basket.
Two Japanese women passed by and chatted in Japanese.
Opposite, two fashionably dressed Chinese women came over. When the four of them met, the Japanese woman said hello in half-baked Chinese: "Yours, buy vegetables...buy meat, celebrate the New Year, have a New Year's Eve dinner, have a good meal, celebrate the New Year."
Yes, good..."
Despite the language barrier, the four women still chatted for a long time before they separated.
"Japanese women, don't look at them. They have bow legs and go to Mingxin Pond to bathe every day... Little Japan, you are wasting the spring water of Jinan people. You wash all day long, but you don't get rid of all the ghosts in your body!"
The butcher shop owner muttered and placed the bone-chopping knife on the butcher table with a snap.
"Yes, it is a business thing for us Jinan people to drink spring water. The Japanese are used to drinking sea water. If they can't drink our authentic spring water, they are really drunk."
When Chen Baoxiang heard the word "bath", he thought of Mingxinchi.
In Jinan, Mingxinchi is equivalent to "bathing". Ordinary people have to go to Mingxinchi to wash, rinse, and scrub clean from head to toe during holidays, old people, and children's birthdays, so as to get rid of the old and welcome the new.
good luck.
"Boss Chen, don't look at it. The damn Japanese have a lot of trouble. Last time, a Japanese woman bought my beef. She took it back and found it again. She insisted that the beef was sour. It was different from their Japanese beef. Really.
Damn it, I slaughter cattle and sell meat every day. All the old and young men in Jinan and the major restaurants praise it, but the Japanese women are difficult to serve. Japanese beef is good, go back to Japan and eat it, don't stay in Jinan...
It’s really like being a bitch and setting up a memorial hall again!”