Liu Jun got up very early the next day. Ruan Bixiu heard a noise and drowsily poked his head out of the bedroom to take a look and found that his son was fully dressed and ready to go out.

"Xiaojun, what are you doing? It's still early."

"I'm going to exercise. Chief Security Section Liang promised me to teach me grappling and fighting."

In his previous life, Liu Jun insisted on exercising and was in good health. However, he was not a fanatical martial arts fan, and he had a somewhat playful attitude towards the magical kung fu. Of course it would be good if Section Chief Liang could teach him a few practical self-defense techniques, but it doesn't hurt if he can't learn them.

"It's not safe for you to go out as a child so early."

Ruan Bixiu had just become an "official wife" and her mentality had not yet fully adjusted.

Living in the compound of the County Revolutionary Committee, going for morning exercise would cause safety problems. Wouldn’t it make people laugh?

"It's okay, let him go. It's a good thing to exercise."

Liu Jin just spoke.

"Then, you go home early and have breakfast. Don't be too late. You have to go to school."

"oh."

Liu Jun came to the lawn where the Security Section exercised yesterday and saw Section Chief Liang running over with a few young people. There is no doubt that Section Chief Liang was a soldier. Even though there were only three or five soldiers, they lined up neatly.

It feels a bit sparse. It is quite reassuring to leave the safety of the entire County Revolutionary Committee compound in the hands of such a person.

"Uncle Liang, good morning."

Liu Jun smiled and greeted him.

Section Chief Liang also had a smile on his face: "Hello, Liu Jun. Why, are you really here to practice grappling with your uncle?"

"A man is a true man, and once he speaks his word, it is hard to chase him back."

"What a man. In this case, I have to make a three-part agreement with you. Otherwise, I won't teach you."

Liu Jun's heart was stagnant, thinking to himself that he would never meet a master like Mr. Zhou again, right? Trying his best to stuff things into his head. He was just studying, and he had some foundation. This kind of physical training is not just for fun, you have to see the real results.

!Especially according to the way the army trains new recruits, they ask you to do a hundred push-ups, not just ninety-nine.

But "a word once made is hard to follow". Really, it was too late to regret it here, so I had to put on a posture of "a thin donkey shitting hard" and said bravely: "Okay, Master, as long as you have an order.

All disciples will obey."

Section Chief Liang's face became serious. He waved his hand and asked his subordinates to practice on their own. Then he said seriously to Liu Jun: "If you have this heart, I will teach you well and never hide anything. In the first three months, we will practice

Basic skills include horse stance punching and a hundred push-ups for half an hour every day. Once you have a solid foundation, I will teach you other skills."

Liu Jun almost fainted on the spot!

This, this, this is really asking for trouble.

"What, are you scared?"

A contemptuous sneer appeared on Section Chief Liang's lips.

Liu Jun knew clearly that he was using provocation, but he still couldn't hold back. Having been a grassroots person all his life, the most unbearable thing was to be looked down upon by others.

"There is nothing to be afraid of, if you can do it, I can do it too!"

"Okay, now, spread your legs, square your shoulders, and squat..."

…

When he got home, Liu Jun was sweating through his clothes, his whole body seemed to be in disarray, and he was extremely sore.

Ruan Bixiu felt distressed when she saw her son's tired appearance, and said angrily: "Exercising the body is not such an exercise. It's just hard work."

"Isn't that right? Half an hour of horseback punching and a hundred push-ups are more tiring than doing hard work."

Liu Jun hummed and complained in front of his mother.

But Liu Jincai laughed: "Yes, if you keep practicing like this, you will grow into a strong young man in less than two years."

"Yes, yes, then just wait until you become a grandpa, Director Liu!"

Ruan Bixiu said sarcastically.

Liu Jincai laughed loudly.

Liu Jun was too lazy to pay attention. How could his son think about becoming grandparents when he was only nine years old? This was too impatient! He grabbed a bun and took a bite, but Yan Fei's beautiful appearance appeared in his mind unconsciously. It was strange.

, do you really want to change your wife after rebirth?

…

Zhang Mulin acted quickly and completed the tasks entrusted by Liu Jun in just a few days. Fang Wenti rented a small shop in the old street and opened the sign of a repair shop.

This area was originally a gathering place for key repairs, clock repairs, shoe repairs, and various home furnishing repairs in the old street. There was such a small repair shop, which was inconspicuous. Liu Jun was notified by Zhang Mulin, and it was Sunday, so he ran to take a look.

When Fang Wenti saw Liu Jun, he was excited but also complained a little.

"Xiaojun, you asked me to move here. Thank you, brother. But please don't hurt me."

Liu Jun suddenly said in surprise: "Brother Fang, why do you want to harm you?"

"How come I'm here for the first time? I'm not familiar with the place. I opened the business for one day and didn't receive three customers. I made less than 50 cents in total. If this continues, will I starve to death?"

Liu Jun smiled and said: "I was worried about this. It's okay. Just go find a piece of white paper and a writing brush."

"What?"

"Don't ask why, just do whatever I ask you to do."

Fang Wenti was stunned for a moment, but he really didn't dare to say anything, so he dragged his stumpy leg and staggered out. He didn't know who he exchanged a lot of good words with, but he actually got a piece of white paper and a writing brush.

Seeing that he was still holding ink in his hand, Liu Jun smiled and said: "Exercise inferences from one example to other cases, you are indeed very clever."

Fang Wenti thrust something into Liu Jun's hand, looking like he was waiting to see what he wanted.

Liu Jun spread out the white paper, dipped it in thick ink, and in an instant, a small "advertisement" appeared with a swipe.

Fang Wenti's eyes immediately went straight: "Repairing a TV set? Xiaojun, are you kidding me? I've never even seen a TV set."

"You haven't seen me before."

Fang Wenti swallowed his saliva: "You can even repair a TV?"

Liu Jun didn't want to show off in front of Fang Wenti, so he just nodded. Unexpectedly, the boy was worried and added: "This is not a joke, my young master, if they really use it, if you can't fix it, you will smash it."

Signature.”

Liu Jun felt suffocated in his heart. How many times have you lied to people in Hongqi Commune? When did you ever repair the radio that was delivered to them? Either you lied to them that they didn’t have any accessories, or they said it was too bad to be repaired. Why didn’t your shop close?

"How about you find a TV, dismantle it all and leave it here, and then I can put it back together for you to take a look at?"

Fang Wenti didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had no choice but to surrender.

"Okay, okay, you are the master, I am afraid of you."

Confucius said, "The trouble with people is that they are good teachers." This makes sense. Fang Wenti's call of "master" really made Liu Jun feel comfortable. Although he had helped Fang Wenti make some money before and even taught him some radio knowledge, he didn't listen.

He called him master. It must have been for Liu Jincai's sake. It was a bit embarrassing to call the son of the deputy director of the commune as master, but it was an honor to call the son of the deputy director of the county as master.

Fang Wenti's repair shop placed "advertisements" all over the street, and it was really effective. Within half an hour, someone came over with a cassette player and shouted: "Can you repair TVs here?"

"Um."

Fang Wenti nodded, somewhat lacking in confidence.

"Is it possible that you can repair the cassette recorder?"

Although radio cassette players and televisions are not the same thing, the general principles are still the same, and the structure of televisions is far more complex than that of radio cassette players. Shops that can repair TVs can naturally repair radio cassette players. This reasoning is very reasonable.

The man said and put the big thing on the table with a bang.

I glanced sideways and saw that the Red Light 2L1400 cassette player made in Shanghai weighed 13 kilograms. It was a big guy, as strong as its owner.

"Hey, can you fix it?"

"able!"

Radio tape recorder Fang Wenti was not afraid and was full of confidence.

“But the price is not cheap.”

"Hehe, as long as you can fix it, the price is easy to negotiate."

"Okay, leave it here and pick it up tomorrow."

The man looked at the small shop, felt a little uneasy, and said: "If it can be repaired, do it now. I can't wait until tomorrow. If it can't be repaired, I will find another shop."

Look at the appearance of the cassette player. The coating is mottled and it is quite old. It is estimated that he has repaired it more than once. If anyone else could fix it, he would not find such a newly opened shop.

Naturally, this cannot be said verbally. When guests come to the door, can't it be extrapolated?

Fang Wenti looked at Liu Jun for help.

He knew Liu Jun's rules and didn't like to show off in front of others. When he was in Hongqi Commune, he always received the goods first, and Liu Jun took the time to hide away to repair. He was not sure whether Liu Jun would break this rule.

Liu Jun smiled slightly: "It's such a big thing to repair a radio cassette player, but I don't need my brother to do it. I'll do it."

"you?"

The man looked full of disbelief.
To be continued...