"Every family has a difficult sutra to recite." This is true. Chen Laoshi's family is poor and poor, but they are still very harmonious. Life is hard but warm. Especially Chen Zairong is smart and smart. He studied in the county hall and brought glory to his family. He is famous at a young age. When the villagers in the villages mentioned him, he would praise him. Unexpectedly, he was strongly opposed by Chen Laoshi and his wife in the matter of joining the army, and there was a disharmonious voice in the family.

This made Chen Wanrong think of the neighbor's house in another time and space. The neighbor's children were determined to join the army, and their parents supported it, but grandma disagreed. The reason was not complicated. The grandma wanted her grandson to live happily and couldn't bear to leave her grandson to travel far. It was useless for anyone to do the work, and even the armed department and the government did not do their jobs, so the grandson had to give up his plan to join the army.

From then on, my grandson lost his head, was in a state of indifference, and was in a state of dismay. Grandma felt sorry for him and finally changed her mind, but she had missed the opportunity. In the coming year, Grandma encouraged her grandson to go to the enlistment again. This time, my grandson finally got what she wanted and became a soldier. After more than ten years of military service, she has been promoted to the regiment commander. (Note: This is a real thing.)

Parents always feel sorry for their children. As long as Chen and his wife realize the importance of joining the army to Chen Zairong, they are the kind grandmother who will agree. Of course, this requires methods and cannot be forced. Chen Wanrong plans to use a roundabout strategy to find opportunities to convince them.

Chen Zairong now thinks that Chen Wanrong is very different from before. If he can win his support for joining the army, there will be a turning point. Chen Wanrong not only supports him joining the army, but also promises to persuade Chen Laoshi and his wife on behalf of him. This made Chen Zairong overjoyed and couldn't even close his mouth: "Brother, you are so capable now, and you will definitely agree if you say that your parents will."

Thinking about the grandmother in the neighbor's house, so many people failed to do ideological work, Chen Wanrong is not as optimistic as him, but in order not to make him worry, he still said with confidence: "No matter how glorious you are, don't worry, there are no parents who don't love their children. As long as parents know that you are sincere in joining the army, they will agree. Let's go to the town to buy raw materials first."

Before he knew it, he had already gone to the official road, not far from Luojiadian. Chen Zairong nodded and huddled, speeding up his pace towards Luojiadian. There was a little more hope in joining the army. Chen Zairong was happy and hummed his tunes from time to time, his steps were extremely light, as if he was stepping on a hot wheel. Chen Wanrong accelerated his pace before he could barely keep up.

The official road was still filled with people coming and going, and it was very lively. Before long, I arrived in Luojiadian. There were crowds of people, shouting and hawking, and the prosperity was still there.

There is a blacksmith shop at the entrance of the town. There is a wooden sign hanging on the door frame, with the four words "Zhang Blacksmith shop" written on it. The characters are written neatly and the frame structure is appropriate. Chen Wanrong thinks this word looks familiar and seems to have seen it somewhere. Then he thought, it turned out to be Chen Zairong's work.

The name Zhang Blacksmith Shop is too vulgar, but it meets the requirements that rural people can understand at a glance.

At the door was a strong man, medium-sized and very solid, wearing thick linen clothes, with many holes burned from iron filings. A sheepskin apron was surrounded by chest, which was shiny and shiny. The black spots on it looked like stars in the sky, countless.

The man leaned against the door frame and dozed off. The snoring sound made the mountain sound, attracting the passing pedestrians to look sideways. The saliva flowed out along the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the sheepskin apron, wetting a big stall.

The sun has risen high, and the warm sun shines on your body is particularly warm. Dozing off in the sunlight is also a kind of enjoyment. Chen Wanrong thought to himself that he really knows how to enjoy life.

Chen Zairong looked at the man's sleepy look and burst out laughing: "Brother, look at me making fun of Master Zhang." Without waiting for Chen Wanrong to speak, he stepped a little on the ground and flew up and fell down before the man.

There is a staircase in front of the blacksmith shop, almost six or seven feet high. Chen Zairong jumped up easily. Chen Wanrong thought that the people who practice martial arts were different. If they could go high, they would inevitably have a little bit of admiration.

Chen Zairong opened his left eye, closed his right eye, and his tongue was spitting out, looking naughty, and he stood on tiptoe without making any sound, and came to the man and blew the heat on his neck. The man smacked his lips, twisted slightly, and continued to sleep soundly.

After blinking his eyes twice, Chen Zairong shouted in the man's ear: "It's time to collect the money!"

The man was shocked and woke up from his dream. He jumped up, his voice raised high, and he asked, "Who?"

"Master Zhang, it's time to pay for the number of money when you stay in a hotel." Chen Zairong stretched out his right hand to the man, pursed his lips tightly, and looked naughty.

This man was frightened to death by being disturbed by his good dream. He was very unhappy and had a little anger on his face. When he saw that it was Chen Zairong, his anger suddenly ran to Jawa Country, but instead he had a smile on his face. He laughed: "Who am I talking about it? With such a courage to disturb my good dream, it turns out that Zairong. Zairong, are you not studying today?"

"I won't go to school today. Master Zhang, you're not afraid of being frozen when you sleep here." Chen Zairong walked up with a smile, put his hands on his shoulders, and pressed them hard.

He was Zhang Blacksmith who gave the sword to Chen Zairong, named Zhang Deming. The two had a good relationship and would joke and have fun as soon as they met.

"Be gentle." Zhang Deming couldn't bear Chen Zairong's strength, and his body couldn't help but frustrated. He bared his teeth and scolded him. His right hand punched Chen Zairong's stomach, making a crisp sound, and he kept shaking his hands and sucking the cold air: "Zairong, why are you trying to squeezing? It's like a iron plate, my hands hurt so much."

Chen Zairong teased Zhang Deming and said with a smug smile: "Master Zhang, if you hit me, I will never let you hit me, right? Who told you to use such a big effort? I deserve it if you don't have a good intention!"

"Your kid's kung fu has improved again, and your belly is as hard as a plate." Zhang Deming shook his shoulders, took off Chen Zairong, and looked at Chen Zairong's waist: "Where is your sword? You can't eat, you can't wear a sword. This is the first time I've seen it if you don't wear a sword."

Luojiadian, Chen Zairong is the most familiar with this blacksmith shop. The person he is most familiar with is this blacksmith. Because there are many weapons in his shop, Chen Zairong will play with his weapons every time he comes to Luojiadian, and return with great pleasure. Chen Zairong is smart and powerful, and has helped Zhang Deming to make irons. Over time, people's relationships become more and more intimate, as good as brothers. Zhang Deming knows Chen Zairong's temperament very well, and loves swords better than eating.

When the sword was broken, Chen Zairong was in the excitement of understanding the true meaning of martial arts, and he didn't feel sorry. Now, this excitement has passed, and Zhang Deming suddenly felt regretful when he mentioned it: "It's broken."

"Broken? Why are you kid chopping randomly?" Zhang Deming looked unhappy and pointed at Chen Zairong and scolded: "The sword is very crisp, you can't chop randomly. You kid don't know how to care."

Chen Zairong argued: "Master Zhang, you don't know yet. I have now understood the new way of using power. When I practice it, I can break your door panel with one punch instead of knocking it away."

Zhang Deming and Chen Zairong were familiar with each other. They knew a little about martial arts through their eyes and were aware that knocking the door panel away and breaking them was two completely different realms. It was much more difficult to break them but not fly, and they didn't believe it: "Really? You kid didn't lie, right?"

Chen Zairong explained: "I stabbed the wooden stake with a sword, but the sword was broken. When I practiced it, it would not be easy to break the door panel."

Zhang Deming took a breath and looked surprised: "How much strength does it take to break the sword? You kid are so capable, you actually have such a lot of strength. It doesn't matter, I happen to have a piece of good steel here, I'll give you another one. Come on, come and help."

Chen Zairong is naturally martial and loves weapons. When he heard this, he said happily: "Master Zhang, really?"

The family was extremely poor, and after the sword was broken, the family had no financial strength to buy it immediately. Chen Zairong was thinking about whether to cut a wooden sword to settle down. Zhang Deming's words were not the effect of adding icing on the cake, but a timely help. Chen Zairong was so happy that he almost jumped up. This words were not said, but were sung, and were more joyful than those sung.
Chapter completed!