Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2837 The Youngsters of the Ye Family

Today, Ye Ling brought back a Jinhua ham, which is a rare item in the military reclamation city.

Ham-making is actually quite common in military settlements; for example, Russia and some European countries have a tradition of making ham.

However, most of the ham from these countries is eaten raw, which the people of Junken City are not used to. In addition, the texture and taste make it unpopular.

But Jinhua ham is different; its taste and color are both very appealing.

So when Ye Ling brought it back, the children cheered.

Although the Ye family children have all lived in the United States, their nannies have always been Chinese. For example, Wang Jianying simply followed them from the United States to the military reclamation city.

She is now thirty-five years old, and although the Ye family has repeatedly tried to find her a partner, she has given up on that idea.

Her childhood experiences made her lose hope in family; rather than wallowing in endless pain, she preferred to be alone.

After arriving at the Ye family, she felt the warmth of the family and the understanding between everyone.

Her salary had always been $5,000, and it hadn't decreased even after she came to the military reclamation city.

There's no one left in her family. Even if there were, she wouldn't contact them anymore. Some people are born happy, while for others, family is a disaster.

Her salary wasn't low, but she had nowhere to spend it because the Ye family would never let her lack anything, including small things like underwear and socks; someone would always remember to buy them for her.

Her only expense was buying snacks for the children, and if the Ye family saw this, they would give her money.

She had already made up her mind to stay with the Ye family for the rest of her life. She believed that when she got old, these children would take care of her.

Wang Jianying took the ham from Ye Ling. She was from the south and knew better than the people from the military reclamation city how to make these things.

Ham and bamboo shoots are the perfect pairing. Fresh bamboo shoots are unavailable in Junken City this season, but that's okay, there are dried bamboo shoots available; just soak them.

With so many people, it took almost two and a half hours to cook a meal, because it was the weekend and the children were all at home.

Ye Si had never practiced martial arts before, but after arriving here, she saw that her uncles and aunts were all practicing, so she resolutely joined in, despite her short legs.

Ye Guigen always tries to find ways to slack off. The person who is the strictest in the family is Ye Yuze, but Ye Yuze is rarely at home, so he is no longer under any control.

As for his great-grandmother and grandmother, they can be ignored. They'd rather he didn't practice, afraid he'd fall and get hurt.

Marshal Ye Jianying, the third brother, was very strict, but his strictness was limited to his younger siblings. He didn't care about his two nephews.

With his grandmother and mother protecting him so much, he didn't have the courage to fight against them.

Marshal Ye practiced very hard, along with Ye Fei, who was even more hardworking, and later Han Ye. This guy didn't work hard at anything else, but he didn't want to fall behind in his martial arts training for even a moment.

After moving back into the Ye family home, Yang Xue began to work hard. The rift that had appeared between her and Ye Fei changed her a lot.

Although they are still primary school students, children nowadays are precocious and already understand a lot of things at this age.

Ye Bai and Ye Hong, on the other hand, really didn't understand these things. Along with Ye Xin, although they weren't exactly enthusiastic about practicing martial arts, they were very serious about it.

Seeing that Ye Si was practicing, Ye Guigen, the older brother, felt embarrassed to slack off and could only get up early every day to practice with her.

Behind the Ye family villa, a training ground was specially built, filled with wooden stakes, some for hitting and some for standing.

However, currently only Ye Shuai, Ye Fei, and Han Ye are practicing standing meditation; the other children are too young to practice high-level standing meditation.

Chinese martial arts place great emphasis on lower body strength; as the saying goes, "Practicing forms without internal strength is a waste of time in old age." The stability of the lower body directly affects the power of punches.

Legs are also very important to a person, because aging often begins in the legs.

The summer sun slanted into the backyard of the Ye family villa in Junken City, and fine waves of heat rose from the training ground.

Fifteen-year-old Marshal Ye stood in the center of the plum blossom stakes, his back taut as straight as a spear shaft. As he slowly pushed out his palms, the wind stirred up the hem of his clothes, causing it to wrinkle.

Sweat beaded on his forehead rolled down his chin, yet he remained motionless in the starting stance of the Bajiquan small frame. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his nephew, Ye Guigen, tiptoeing and secretly moving his right foot off the wooden stake.

"Little fatty!" Ye Shuai suddenly shouted, startling Ye Guigen so much he almost fell off his post. "Your foundation in Tan Tui isn't even stable, and you still want to slack off?"

Eight-year-old Ye Guigen muttered pitifully:
"Third Uncle, this stake is even harder to walk on than Grandpa's stubble!"

He wiggled his round belly, trying to get away with being cute, but saw Ye Shuai pick up a bamboo stick from the side and pretend to spank his little bottom.

"Get into a proper horse stance!" Marshal Ye said sternly. "Bajiquan emphasizes 'approaching, sidestepping, squeezing, and leaning.' How can you get close without a foundation in Tan Tui (a style of Chinese martial arts)? Watch closely—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly slid to the side, his left leg sweeping across like a steel whip, kicking up a cloud of dust. Immediately afterward, his right fist slammed out with a whoosh, striking the sandbag next to him with a loud thud.

"Wow!" Ye Si clapped her hands on tiptoe, her chubby little hands turning red from the clapping.

The three-year-old's little hands were red from clapping, but he insisted on wearing his older brother's practice clothes.

He was stomping his feet like Marshal Ye, but lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

Wang Jianying was passing by carrying freshly soaked dried bamboo shoots when she saw this and hurriedly put down her bamboo basket to help.

Ye Si scrambled to her feet, patted her bottom, and said, "Aunt Ying, it doesn't hurt!"

He shook his little fist, "Once I master Tan Tui (a style of Chinese kicking), I'll be able to fly like Auntie!"

Light footsteps came from afar, and thirteen-year-old Ye Fei ran over, carrying a wooden sword.

The mixed-race man, with deep-set eyes and brows, was now flushed and panting as he said, "I'm late! Master said that Bajiquan Xiaojia should be coordinated with the Twelve-Road Spring Kick of Tan Tui."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his knee and kicked to the side. The movement was clean and swift, and the wind he generated made the dried bamboo shoots drying on the side of the field sway slightly.

"Good!" Marshal Ye's eyes lit up. "But when you kick out, you need to open your hips another half an inch."

He reached out to pull Ye Fei's knee down, but was interrupted by a sudden exclamation from behind him—

It turned out that the twins Ye Bai and Ye Hong had secretly climbed up the highest plum blossom stake at some point, and were now trembling as they assumed the Bajiquan stance of Baodan, looking just like two frightened little penguins.

"Come down quickly!" Ye Shuai stamped his feet anxiously, only to see eight-year-old Ye Xin somehow bring over a stool and stand on tiptoe to reach the hem of the twins' clothes.
"Brother and sister, don't be afraid, I'll help you stay calm!"

Amid the chaos, Yang Xue silently walked to the sandbag in the corner.

Since her falling out with Ye Fei, she has been practicing her skills with even greater intensity. At this moment, she is using the Tan Tui technique in turn, employing kicks, tugs, springs, and sweeps, each kick accompanied by a whooshing sound.

Sweat soaked her back, but she was completely unaware until Ye Fei came running up carrying two watermelons:

"Let's take a break. Aunt Ying said the ham needs to stew for three hours."

Yang Xue wiped her sweat and said irritably, "All you care about is food."

But she still took the watermelon, secretly glancing at Ye Fei wiping his sweat—

This boy, who always seemed to be joking around, was more serious than anyone else when it came to practicing his skills.

Suddenly, a unified shout rang out in the arena. Marshal Ye, along with Han Ye, Ye Fei, and others, assumed the Bajiquan small stance, their movements as fierce and powerful as a tiger.

They used the footwork of Tan Tui (a martial arts style), sometimes lunging forward with punches, sometimes sweeping the ground like a whirlwind, making the wooden stakes rustle.

Ye Guigen finally stopped slacking off and, imitating his older brothers, assumed a horse stance. Although his little belly was still trembling slightly, his eyes revealed a fierce determination. Ye Si and Ye Xin stood hand in hand on the sidelines, mimicking the movements with great enthusiasm.

The two little girls moved awkwardly, but they imitated the "humph" and "ha" sounds of Bajiquan with remarkable accuracy.

Ye Bai and Ye Hong hid behind a wooden stake, using tree branches as swords, imitating their brothers' stances, while muttering:

"Bajiquan combined with Tan Tui, I'm the best in the world!"

Ye Bai stumbled and almost poked his sister in the eye.

Just as the children were practicing enthusiastically, a rich aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Wang Jianying, wearing an apron, poked her head out and announced, "The ham and bamboo shoot stew is ready!"

These words seemed to have a magical power; the children, who had been so full of energy, instantly deflated. Ye Guigen was the first to rush to the kitchen, shouting as he ran:

"I want the biggest piece!"

Marshal Ye shook his head helplessly and was about to follow when he saw his grandmother walking over with a cane.

The old lady looked lovingly at her grandson, who was drenched in sweat, and took out a handkerchief from her sleeve to wipe his brow.
"Run slowly, don't burn yourself." She looked at the children playing, her face full of satisfaction.

"Back then, your father created this Bajiquan Tan Tui combined training method because he wanted the Ye family's kung fu to combine both strength and gentleness."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the training ground, casting long shadows of the children.

Laughter and cheerful voices wafted from the Ye family villa, mingling with the aroma of ham, lingering in the twilight of the military reclamation city.

Amidst this lively atmosphere, the power and ferocity of Bajiquan and the sharpness of Tan Tui are being quietly passed down through the children's every move.

As night fell, the training ground at the Ye family villa was illuminated with warm yellow lights.

After dinner, the children were still thinking about practicing a few more moves.

Ye Guigen patted his round belly, let out a burp, and muttered:

"You need to be well-fed to have the energy to practice your skills!" This made Ye Si, who was standing to the side, giggle.

Marshal Ye gathered everyone together, his expression serious:

"Tonight we'll focus on practicing the 'sinking force' in the Bajiquan small frame, combined with the 'inch kick' in the Tan Tui style."

"Don't be fooled by the simple-sounding 'sinking force'. You have to concentrate all the power in your body in the soles of your feet, then lift it up your legs, and finally release it from your fists. You can't do it without a solid foundation."

As he spoke, he stood firmly on his feet, his knees slightly bent, and his hands slowly pressed down as if holding a ball. His whole body seemed to merge with the ground, exuding a calm and composed aura.

Han Ye was the first to step forward and try. He closed his eyes, carefully savoring Ye Shuai's explanation, took a deep breath, and forcefully rooted his legs downwards.

Suddenly, he took a step forward and kicked out with his right leg like lightning, his toes pointed, aiming at a wooden stake on the side of the field.

With a loud bang, the wooden stake shook violently, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

But Marshal Ye frowned: "Han Ye, your leg strength is enough, but you didn't use the 'sinking force' of Bajiquan. You're floating. Try again!"

Seeing this, Ye Guigen quietly took two steps back, but was caught red-handed by the sharp-eyed Marshal Ye:

"Little fatty, where are you going to hide? You go first!"

Ye Guigen stood in the center of the field with a bitter face.

He tried to squat in a horse stance like Marshal Ye, but his round belly rose and fell with his breathing, making him look rather comical.

"Start!" Ye Shuai shouted. Ye Guigen raised his hands with difficulty, and as soon as he got into a small stance, he felt his legs begin to tremble.

"Stay calm! Keep your energy focused!"

Marshal Ye urged him on from the side. Ye Guigen gritted his teeth and used all his strength, but he couldn't even last half a minute before he plopped down on the ground with a "thud," making the other children burst into laughter.

"Third Uncle, I really can't do it!"

Ye Guigen lay sprawled on the ground, stubbornly refusing to get up.

Marshal Ye walked over and reached out to help him up:
"Don't be lazy, I'll teach you a trick. Imagine your feet are rooted to the ground, like the big banyan tree in the backyard, which won't budge no matter how the wind and rain blow."

As he spoke, he grasped Ye Guigen's hand and guided him to feel the rhythm of exertion.

Ye Si was not to be outdone. He stood beside the wooden stake, tiptoeing, trying his best to make his posture standard.

"Hey ha!" he shouted in a childish voice, kicking hard with his short legs, but unfortunately he didn't even touch the edge of the wooden stake.

But he was not discouraged at all, and stubbornly kicked it several more times, finally lightly brushing the surface of the wooden stake.

"I found it!" He jumped up excitedly, his eyes sparkling.

Ye Fei and Yang Xue stood together in perfect unison. Although they were still a little awkward after their last argument, their coordination became increasingly exquisite when they practiced.

Ye Fei first assumed the Bajiquan small stance, gathering power in both palms. Yang Xue then circled behind him, seized the opportunity, and suddenly kicked out with a Tan Tui kick. The force was transmitted along Ye Fei's back, and Ye Fei followed up with a punch. With a "crack," the sandbag in front of him dented.

"Great!" Marshal Ye couldn't help but applaud. "That's the spirit! Bajiquan and Tan Tui should complement each other like this!"

The twins, Ye Bai and Ye Hong, started practicing together. They imitated the adults, exchanging blows with impressive skill.

However, being so young, their movements were inevitably clumsy.

Ye Bai stumbled and almost fell, but Ye Hong reacted quickly and reached out to support him.

"Be careful!"

Ye Hong scolded playfully, and the two exchanged a smile before continuing their "battle".

Ye Xin then took on the role of "little strategist" from the side.

Holding a small twig, she pointed it out to her older siblings in a very serious manner:

"Brother, your hands are too low! Sister, you need to twist your waist a bit more when you kick!"

His earnest expression made everyone burst into laughter.

Before they knew it, night had fallen. The training ground at the Ye family villa gradually quieted down, and the children dragged their slightly tired but excited bodies back to their rooms.

The moonlight shone on the training ground, and the plum blossom stakes and sandbags seemed to be telling the story of the excitement and hard work that had just taken place.

The powerful energy of Bajiquan and Tan Tui quietly took root in the children's hearts during the practice that night, waiting to shine even brighter in the future.

Elderly people need less sleep. Meihua sat in the courtyard, the children were already asleep, but she could still hear their laughter.

Yu'e walked over and said, "Mom, go to sleep..."

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