Age: My Small World

"When did you come back?"

In Yan Wu's small room, two people sat opposite each other.

Yan Wu boiled water on a small stove, then took out two ceramic jars and put some tea leaves in them. He would then rinse them with hot water and the tea would be ready.

Most people who drink tea now do this, without too many particular requirements.

Yang Jun took a ceramic jar and continued, "I just got back yesterday and wanted to come see you early this morning."

Then he opened the package he had brought.

"These are the buns I steamed this morning. Master, please try them."

Looking at the white flour bun, Yan Wu knew it was made of very fine flour, so he didn't rush to take it. Instead, he warned: "Food is still relatively hard to come by these days. Don't be too obsessed with enjoying yourself on a daily basis. Think more about the future."

Although he knew that his sister was already a worker and he himself was a college student and had now moved to the capital, Yan Wu had his own set of behavioral norms.

Yang Jun knew that Yan Wu looked at the problem from a realistic perspective and saw common phenomena, so he asked him to be careful with his calculations.

But this situation is different from Yang Jun's. Even if he eats better, he can't finish the mountain of food.

Yan Wu didn't know all this, so Yang Jun just nodded obediently.

Fortunately, Yan Wu also knew that too much is as bad as too little, and he did not want to get too involved in these family affairs. Caring too much about someone might very likely turn into hatred.

After a simple reminder or two, he also started eating generously.

The sweet aroma of the white buns made his mouth water. Yan Wu turned around and nodded, saying, "These buns taste really good."

"Then eat a few more."

"That's enough. You can't eat too much of good things. It would be terrible if the stomach was fed like this every day. Just let it taste it for a while."

"Then you can keep the rest and eat them slowly."

Yan Wu shook his head and said, "Please help distribute some of it to the brothers later. Let them all show their respect. Maybe they will be able to help us in the future."

Yang Jun did as he was told, and fortunately he brought enough buns.

Perhaps this is why Yan Wu said this.

After having morning tea and eating buns, Yan Wu asked about their recent situation in the capital.

After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but mention a name.

"Zheng Bao, this guy used to be from the same hometown as us. I joined the army with a few fellow villagers, but he went into business."

"In recent years, I heard that he has been doing well in the capital. If you have any difficulties, you can ask him for a small favor and say that he is my apprentice."

It seems that Yan Wu has handed over all his most valuable connections to him. This fellow villager seemed to have no intention of contacting him, but now he has to consider that Yang Jun needs it, so he told him.

"It's just that Zheng Bao is a rather cunning person. You have to be careful and don't get too close to him."

"Thank you, Master." Yang Jun had thousands of words to say, but he could only condense them into one sentence.

Compared to Mr. Hu's care and love, Yan Wu is obviously a more reserved person, but he also cares about his apprentice.

"Stop talking nonsense. You've been in the capital for such a long time. Have you lost some of your skills? Come and give me a hand." It was obvious that Yan Wu wanted to test him to see if he had made any progress.

Yang Jun was naturally not afraid and nodded, "Master, you must be careful then."

"Haha, you can only use martial arts later, but you can't use Tongbeiquan."

He knew that Yang Jun's Tongbeiquan skills were definitely better than his martial arts skills.

"Master, don't worry."

The two men came out of the house and started fighting without any further ado.

Every move in the fighting technique was aimed at the vital points of the human body, so both of them subconsciously held back.

After fighting for a while, Yan Wu waved his hand to signal for them to stop.

"Alright, alright, that's it."

Without a true life-and-death confrontation, the full power of martial arts cannot be brought into play, but just from the trial moves, Yang Jun's actions have already satisfied him.

Yang Jun's martial arts skills have developed towards the level of a master. If the martial arts techniques were not too complicated, he might have mastered them by now, and his moves would be no less than those of him, a veteran master who has been immersed in the art for many years.

Back in the house, Yan Wu began to teach him how to learn the martial arts techniques.

It turns out that this martial art does not rely on strength, but relies entirely on moves to win. Some people can even fight with the masters on equal terms.

Later, martial arts masters added to the knowledge, and the power method was finally spread. However, because it was a new method, it was quite complicated and seemed a bit confusing, so it has not been passed on to many people until now.

"You can use this method as you see fit. It's actually not that helpful for your martial arts. At your level, our martial arts are already top-notch, not much worse than the masters of internal martial arts." Yan Wu obviously didn't think much of this method.

Over the years, he has also tried to improve the power method, but after actually trying it, he realized how difficult it is to create and change the power method. His understanding is a little poor, resulting in no significant progress so far, so he gave up this immature idea.

Yang Jun raised his eyebrows. He wanted to try to change the power method of his martial arts, but his energy was currently focused on the Five Forms Fist, so he could only wait in line.

Most of the Five Forms Boxing's power methods have been created, but the further you go, the more meridians are involved in the power methods, and the force exerted in each part requires the cooperation of the whole body. It can be said that this process can only be explored slowly over time. He also truly understood why those who created internal martial arts in the past needed years of painstaking efforts, and even seclusion, to achieve results. Among them, the power method is one of the biggest obstacles.

If you create a simple boxing routine, it would be a bit simpler, at least it would not be as torturous as the power method, but you often have to consider the adaptability of the body.

After staying with Yan Wu for a short time, he had to go out to get busy again, so Yang Jun had no choice but to say goodbye and leave.

It was unknown when they would meet again, and Yang Jun felt a little reluctant.

Yan Wu smiled and said, "When you graduate, I'll treat you to a nice drink, and then we can slowly reminisce about the past."

He distributed the buns to other guards and then went straight out of the steel plant.

In the air filled with the smell of iron filings, the scope of this steel plant is getting larger and larger, and has gradually covered hundreds of acres of land. Perhaps it won't be long before this place becomes a real factory world, and it won't be an exaggeration to set up a school inside.

When he arrived at the roadside and got on his bike, Yang Jun did not head home, but instead rushed towards the north of the county town.

Heavy snow fell, and his body was covered with white snow.

"They say heavy snow means a good harvest, but we have to wait until next year."

Yang Jun couldn't help but feel a little worried. With such heavy snow, some people didn't even have cotton clothes, which would make it difficult for them to have a good year. (End of this chapter)