My 1995 Small Farm.

When Zhao Tianba came to film Wu Song fighting the tiger, they talked about this while they were sleeping outside guarding the tiger at night.

At first, it was said that the Americans were holding some kind of global qigong research conference.

Many Chinese from both China and abroad went there.

Then the topic of Jet Li came up.

"Oh? That young man seems quite upright, and his martial arts skills are also very good. Last year, when they showed the movie 'Shaolin Temple,' it was shown in the village several times."

Once Wang Cunye knew who they were talking about, he immediately became interested.

"Aren't you from Hong Kong Island? You know the Shaolin monks too?"

“Dad, that guy isn’t a monk, he’s just a TV actor, like a theatrical performer, he knows kung fu… Adam Cheng and the others are actors too, they’re in the same circle, so they all know each other,” Chen Ling explained.

"Oh, is that so? Did you develop a problem from practicing martial arts?"

"not sure."

Zheng Shaoqiu shook his head and smiled slightly, "Martial arts actors often have injuries, and it's hard to say where they might be injured."

Yu Qi'an said, "I can understand the healing methods of the sorceress in Fugui's village, at least she uses medicine. But what you're saying, Qiu Guan, is too mystical. She just touched his chest and back and cured him? That's not a sorceress, that's a god!"

"Who knows? Anyway, I heard that this person was listed as a special talent by the government and recruited into a secret department..."

Xu Yingguang, the dark-skinned, skinny man who claimed to be involved in a gang, said, "Although I don't know if it's true or not, I've looked for him several times, but I can't find him. It's a pity."

As she spoke, she turned her head and hooked her arm around Chen Ling's shoulder, sighing, "It's a pity that the shaman in your village can't cure this kind of injury."

The father-in-law turned to Chen Ling and said, "Lingzi, have you heard your fourth grandfather talk about the old Taoist priest at the small temple in Donggang? I think those Taoist priests are much more powerful than monks. They are so healthy that they never get sick, and they run all over the mountains even in heavy snow. I heard that back then, even swordsmen and bandits didn't dare to mess with them."

This refers to those Taoist priests who can jump onto rooftops and snap wires with a single leap.

I used to live on a hill east of the reservoir, not far from the old city wall. I made a living by farming a few acres of land in the nearby village and would also provide free medical treatment to the local villagers.

"Ah? There are such Taoist priests? They sound like they have real skills. Can we go and pay them a visit?" Xu Yingguang was very tempted, despite having many hidden injuries on his body.

Similar to martial arts practitioners or action actors who film fight scenes, sometimes you never know where you might get injured.

This kind of injury is difficult to treat. Superficial healing is not a true cure, and most cases will leave lasting health problems, making it extremely uncomfortable on cloudy or rainy days.

Sometimes, even if the wound is cleaned, swelling, tightness, and persistent pain may occur at the affected area during seasonal changes or in bad weather, and these symptoms can last a lifetime.

To put it simply, such injuries require the assistance of certain unique and secret medicines to heal.

The traditional martial arts saying, "Pass on the skills, but not the medicine," means exactly this.

Therefore, Xu Yingguang placed his hopes on this type of person.

Especially with the example of Jeremy Li preceding them.

"It's long gone. That was before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Even the Taoist temple was bulldozed."

Chen Ling shook his head.

"Huh? No more?"

Xu Yingguang suddenly became very disappointed, and the others also felt a little disappointed.

Chen Ling didn't know what they were disappointed about.

So they were told to move the hanging pot to the wooden building and eat the grilled fish hot pot in the central hall of the wooden building.

These Hong Kong Island residents are either veteran celebrities or elites from various fields. The difference between them and Mr. Wu and his group is that they are not as interested in the things kept at home.

It's novel, I like it, I want to play with dogs and pet cows and muntjacs, but I'm not interested in raising them myself.

But Mr. Wu and his family really wanted to raise them themselves.

However, the two groups are quite similar when it comes to food, and they are equally enthusiastic when they encounter delicious food.

When Chen Ling invited them to grill fish together with pine branches.

Some people were very surprised and delighted: "We didn't expect you, Xiao Chen, to treat us to such good food. We've been so stingy."

As he spoke, he quickly said he would increase the donation to the village.

"Hey, don't say that. Don't let Xiao Chen misunderstand. I don't have the kind of petty mindset you guys have. If I find something this good, I'll eat it no matter how much it costs. I'd rather be a hostage."

Xu Yingguang immediately retorted, saying that was exactly what he thought; if he didn't have enough money, he would just ask his family for money.

"Boss, please don't use hostages so easily, it's scary," Cen Yulian said.

"But then again, coming here and thinking back to before, I really feel like my mind has broadened a lot. Before, I thought it was generous to spend a lot of money in a day, and it was also generous to lose a lot of money in a night of gambling without batting an eye..."

But when I got here, I found that the feeling of opening up from the inside out was completely different.

I guess I was really too petty before.

They did start talking about their feelings.

That's how people are. Once they have money and their standard of living far exceeds the subsistence level, they start to pursue the meaning of life.

Ultimately, it's because the pace of life on Hong Kong Island was faster at that time, with skyscrapers rising one after another, and the urban space being compressed smaller and smaller.

Chen Ling had a similar experience.

He didn't interrupt at this point.

He was grilling fish with Yu Qi'an and Chen Baoshuan, chatting casually.

Chen Baoshuan had never heard of any of these people and had no idea who they were.

All I know is that they're from Hong Kong Island, rich, and powerful.

But then Chen Ling arrived, and Fu Gui became even more powerful, and that was the end of it.

He, on the contrary, remained very calm.

They were just saying that the people of Taoshugou were far inferior to the people of Jinmen Village.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the two small villages are close to each other.

The people in Taoshugou are so inhumane.

It's said that a woman recently married two men in Taoshugou. If it weren't for the bizarre nature of his aunt's affair, the news would have spread long ago.

Yu Qi'an was thrilled to hear this.

He urged Chen Baoshuan to explain in detail.

The father-in-law held up two pieces of roasted sturgeon meat: "Lingzi, shall we eat this fish as soon as it's done roasting?"

Chen Ling put away his gossipy ears and took over: "It's edible, but the sturgeon bones aren't flavorful enough. They need to be stewed in a hanging pot for a while. I'll do it."

It is often said that high-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods.

Needless to say, the sturgeon raised in this grotto is a rare and high-end ingredient.

The meat is tender and delicious, and it's easy to cook. You can even grill it and sprinkle it with salt – it's very tasty. But what makes this sturgeon different from other fish is that its bones are edible.

The cartilage is soft and has no small thorns; once the cartilage is infused with flavor, it's quite delicious.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be talking about shark fins and sturgeon bones.

Eating only the meat would be a waste of these excellent sturgeon bones.

"Delicious, so delicious, Mr. Chen! This way of eating is so unique, is it your idea?"

After the stew was cooked in the hanging pot, Zheng Shaoqiu and others praised it highly: "This is the first time we've ever known that fish skin and fish bones can taste so good."

After praising it, he asked if they could make an instant noodle version with this flavor, saying it was so delicious.

Chen Ling smiled and said that he couldn't make that decision.

Besides, the target audience for fish meat seasoning packets is too narrow.

It's even narrower than seafood noodles.

After all, even the best-tasting fish will become increasingly fishy after being reheated.

Let's not even talk about instant noodles; they're not quite there yet when it comes to canned goods.

To reiterate, when using sturgeon to make canned goods, the taste doesn't match the price.

In the end, it was all for nothing.

……

The next day the weather cleared up.

Chen Ling wasn't interested in badgers, so when he took Wang Zhenzhen to the forest farm in the east of the city, he released them early in the morning.

The reason they didn't just put it in the nearby mountains was because Chen Baoshuan and his men caught it while digging graves. It would be too annoying for it to run into the village cemetery and dig holes if they put it in the mountains.

After returning to the village, he continued to work on building greenhouses in the east of the village.

Yesterday, Mr. Wu and several others visited my home.

Zheng Shaoqiu and the others had lunch at home.

They all felt more familiar and closer to Chen Ling.

They all arrived very early today.

Since Zheng Shaoqiu and the others couldn't help, they moved a table and bench over here, brewed some jujube tea for them, and helped Chen Ling write a letter on the table.

The letter was, of course, an invitation to the 100-day celebration for Chen Ling's two little babies.

Actually, I started writing it yesterday afternoon.

At first, Yu Qi'an only mentioned it briefly, but Chen Ling realized that this matter needed to be set as soon as possible.

Since it was raining and we had nothing else to do, we called over Fourth Grandfather and Uncle Sangui from the village and picked an auspicious day.

Then I started writing letters to my friends.

These kinds of things need to be communicated to people well in advance.

For closer contacts, both letters and phone calls should be made to ensure that the message is sent.

Normally, he didn't feel anything, but when it came to writing letters, Chen Ling realized that he actually had quite a few friends now.

Writing such formal letters is quite tiring.

Then Zheng Shaoqiu and the others volunteered to write it; most of them had good handwriting.

Even Yingguang, who was involved in a gang, had beautiful traditional Chinese characters.

These traditional Chinese characters definitely look different when you take them out.

Even Chen Ling would have to call him a show-off.

I was very satisfied with everything, so I decided to write it for them all, sign it myself, and then send it to the group.

And today, Mr. Wu and the others joined in as well.

It is also a very neat and impressive handwriting of traditional Chinese characters, each with its own unique charm.

He was helping Chen Ling write letters.

They also wrote their own letters at the same time.

Zheng Shaoqiu and his friends, in particular, had a great time at Chen Ling's house yesterday afternoon, eating and playing to their hearts' content, and even took a lot of photos together.

After writing the letter, I'll develop the photos and send them back to my family and friends so they can all see them.

What a wonderful thing.

They wrote letters, brewed tea, and chatted idly, enjoying themselves quite a bit.

Compared to them, teachers like He Jiawen are really enthusiastic about their work.

If it weren't for their donation to the village, which also helped the village solve the problem of building a temple...

I'm afraid the villagers will still grumble about them when they see this.

When He Jiawen came over for a drink of water, he teased him in the same way: "Old Wu, if you want to get better, you have to exercise and do some work. Look at us, we're in great shape. We work here in the morning and then go to the mountains in the afternoon."

This is much more effective than asking Sister Xiufen from the village.

"Oh dear, I can't do it, I can't do it." Old Wu waved his hand with a smile: "I haven't worked for so many years, I'm too tired to do anything now. When I've recovered, I can come back next year to help the village harvest wheat."

Actually, we don't really need them here; forcing them to help would only make things worse.

"Sigh, getting well is not difficult at all. When our teacher Li first came, he would be out of breath after climbing just a small hill. Look at him now, he can even carry a bamboo pole."

He Jiawen pointed to the female teacher next to him, whose skin had darkened several shades.

Teacher Li gulped down his tea, wiped his mouth, and smiled at them, saying, "Go, Mr. Wu! You can do it too!"

"Oh? How did you do that? It worked so fast! I heard from Qi'an that you haven't been in the village for very long, have you?"

Old Wu asked curiously.

"Haha, yes, Teacher Li hasn't been here for very long. I've been here twice. The first time I came, I wasn't much better than Teacher Li. I just learned some prescriptions from the old folks here to improve my health."

He Jiawen thumped his chest loudly: "Look at us, we're in great shape. If I didn't tell you, would you even know we're university teachers?"

"Hey, Xiao He, stop talking about other things and tell me what method you have to get your body back in good shape."

Old Wu put down his pen and paper and put down his glasses, asking anxiously.

He Jiawen immediately nodded with a smile: "Okay, but I have to make a condition for Old Wu. Next time, bring me two books from your Taipei library, and I'll tell you. Otherwise, you'll have to go ask in the village yourself; you definitely won't get the answer." (End of Chapter)