"Oh! Why are you getting so many gifts? This is really true." Zhang Guangpu looked a little at a loss.

"Okay, I've introduced you to each other. If there's something else going on at my house, I'll go ahead. If you have any questions, you can just talk among yourself."

Song Yuancheng got up and left, leaving Wan Feng and Zhang Guangpu alone in the room.

Zhang Guangpu asked hesitantly: "Little...brother, what do you mean?"

The scene in front of him was really strange. A child came with a heavy gift. Zhang Guangpu couldn't understand what was going on.

"My name is Wan Feng. I came from Longjiang years ago. I am currently studying at my grandpa's house. My grandpa's name is Zhu Xianyu, and my uncle's name is Zhu Ping."

"I heard about your grandpa. Did he keep the one in the orchard of Wei Brigade?"

Wan Feng's grandfather did work as a custodian in the orchard.

"Yes! That's him."

Zhang Guangpu nodded: "That's good, but why are you looking for me?"

"I heard that Uncle Zhang knows martial arts, and I want to learn from you."

Zhang Guangpu laughed: "What kind of martial arts is this? It's just wrestling. Why do you want to learn this? Besides, I don't accept apprentices."

Of course Wan Feng knew that Zhang Guangpu was good at wrestling.

"Wrestling is also okay. When I was in Longjiang, I learned martial arts for a few days from a young man who went to the countryside in Yanjing. He returned to the city last spring. I don't want to give up, so I want to learn anything that can strengthen my body.

study."

Wan Feng highlighted the words "young people going to the countryside". He knew that Zhang Guangpu was also a young person going to the countryside, which easily resonated with him.

Everything was as expected, and Zhang Guangpu showed interest.

"Have you ever practiced martial arts? Or did you learn it from educated youths? Where did you come from?"

"Kyoto educated youth, it is said that he was once a member of the Kyoto martial arts team. He stayed in our team for several years. I learned martial arts from him."

The Kyoto Wushu Team was very famous in China in the 1980s, and many of its members went on to become martial arts stars in the Hong Kong film industry in the following years. The most famous one was Li Xjie.

Bragging means bragging, and Wan Feng put this illusory educated youth on their heads without any hesitation.

Zhang Guangpu's two children came in with dirty faces, and their eyes naturally fell on the gifts on the kang. They were not interested in the wine, but their interest was focused on the two bottles of canned fruit.

"Go, go play outside." Zhang Guangpu ordered the two children, but unfortunately no one listened to him.

Wan Feng reached for a paper bag.

At that time, there were no plastic bags for packaging goods in stores, and they were all packaged in yellow wrapping paper that was later used to commemorate ancestors.

Wan Feng opened a sugar bag, grabbed a handful of candy bars and gave them to the two children.

"Wow! There are also toffees!" the little boy exclaimed.

Zhang Guangpu looked a little embarrassed: "Let's go out to play this time, adults have something to talk about."

The two children held the candy tightly with their little hands and rushed out cheering.

"Where did we talk?" Zhang Guangpu asked sheepishly.

"Speaking of the educated youth in Kyoto where I studied art."

"Oh! Then what kind of boxing did you learn?"

"The Wubanzi in Rubbing Foot Fanzi Quan is rubbing the feet, mainly for leg training."

Zhang Guangpu finally showed his interest and chatted with Wan Feng for more than an hour, talking about everything from wrestling to martial arts until it was dark outside, and even took Wan Feng outside to let Wan Feng punch.

There are several big pear trees in the yard behind Zhang Guangpu's house, and the open space under the big pear trees is vacant. This is where he practices.

Wan Feng kicked and poked his feet, causing Zhang Guangpu to slap him.

Wan Feng expressed his desire to become a disciple. Zhang Guangpu did not agree, but promised to teach Wan Feng wrestling.

Wrestling training also has routines. Zhang Guangpu took out a paper bag wrapped in brown paper from the back room, opened it and carefully took out a book from inside.

The style of the book is very old, and the corners of the cover are worn and turned white.

"In wrestling, you need to practice routines first. Once you are proficient in the routines, you can derive various changes, and then it comes to actual combat. You can take this back and read it first. If you have studied martial arts, you should be able to understand this book. If you don't understand anything, come to me.

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Wan Feng took the book and flipped it through.

The drawings in the book are all villains, and the contents are similar to those martial arts books that appeared a few years later.

Wan Feng remembers that in 1986 or 1987, there was a TV series called "Shen Wrestling Shinsan" on TV, which had wrestling practice routines.

The purpose of these routines is mainly to build basic skills and understand moves. When practiced, they are indeed very similar to boxing routines.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang. If there is anything I don't understand in the future, I will come here often to ask for advice."

"It's easy to say, once you become proficient in the routine, I will teach you various disassembly and changes."

"Okay, then Uncle Zhang, I'm leaving."

The two children of Zhang Guangpu's family were very polite and waved to Wan Feng who was going out: "Goodbye, brother."

In their hearts, they must be looking forward to Wanfeng coming every day.

After Wan Feng left, Zhang Guangpu's wife looked uneasily at the pile of things Wan Feng brought. These things were probably worth ten or eight yuan, which was a heavy gift at the time.

"What is this kid doing with so many things? Isn't he asking you to beat someone up?"

Zhang Guangpu smiled: "Where are you thinking? He wants to learn wrestling from me."

"I don't know what this child's character is like. We can't afford it if he learns to cause trouble everywhere."

"This child has learned martial arts before, and the master who taught him is also an educated youth. If he dares to teach him, he probably knows the child's character, so there shouldn't be any problems."

Zhang Guangpu's wife finally let go of her worries, and then began to appreciate the pile of gifts.

Two bottles of Chenxiang, which is definitely good wine in the local area, one bottle of yellow peach and one bottle of canned apple.

There are four paper bags remaining. One of the opened paper bags is candy. What are the contents of the other two paper bags?

She couldn't wait to open a paper bag, but there were still candies inside.

She let out an exclamation as she opened the last paper package.

Inside are two pairs of rusty nylon stockings and a floral gauze scarf.

At that time, rural people hardly wore socks, especially in summer, unless they were visiting relatives or going out for business.

In winter, when I wear socks, I only wear cotton socks that cost more than 10 cents a pair, or I knit socks myself with wool. Nylon socks like this, which cost nearly 1 yuan a pair, are a luxury product. In rural areas, except for state employees,

Almost no one outside my family buys it.

Now Zhang Guangpu's wife suddenly owned two pairs of nylon stockings, which made her unable to help but exclaim.

In addition to socks, there is also a gauze scarf, which is also a very high-end decoration in rural areas.

But the joy only stayed on her face for no more than a minute.

"Where did this kid get so much money? He can't be a thief or something, right?"
Chapter completed!