Age: My Small World

Chapter 88: Practice at Home
Yang Jun clenched his teeth and didn't dare to speak out his frustration.

He knew that if he spoke out at this moment, he would not be able to hold on any longer.

Mr. Hu did not ask any further questions. He just sat on the recliner, sipping tea and fanning himself, feeling very comfortable.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Jun's feet softened and he fell forward, and the next moment he was hooked by a pair of feet.

With a little more force, he was lifted into the right position.

"My mental strength is a little scattered, drink some tea and relax."

Seeing that he had reached his limit, Mr. Hu nodded and handed him a bowl.

Yang Jun took it without hesitation and drank it all.

The fragrance and bitterness of the tea rushed to his head at the same time, making him recover a lot instantly.

In fact, if he didn't need to work so hard on his own, and if Mr. Hu was there, he might have been full of energy after drinking a drop of spiritual water, and it wouldn't have been so troublesome.

At this moment, Yang Jun also realized the hard-mouthed but soft-hearted side of Mr. Hu.

She had actually prepared a bowl of tea for him early on and had it cooled down on the side. It was just the right temperature for him to drink, neither too hot nor too cold.

"Thank you, Master."

The rosy cheeks slowly returned to normal and the sweat stopped dripping.

"Go, don't be late for school." The persimmons were put into a bag and handed to him.

There is only so much time to practice every day. No matter in the morning or afternoon, the two of them have little free time, so they have to leave after practice.

Before leaving, Yang Jun suddenly turned around and asked, "Master, can I practice standing meditation at home?"

This problem was solved thanks to the spiritual water, otherwise Yang Jun would not want to experience this kind of fatigue any longer.

"Not yet. Your stance skills are too shallow and you could easily hurt yourself. Let's wait a while before trying again."

Mr. Hu was naturally worried.

Yang Jun seemed to be thinking about it after hearing this, then he said goodbye and walked away slowly.

"Master is worried that I might hurt myself. He thinks that practicing once a day is too much for me now, and I can only use ointment to recover at night. So he doesn't know if I can still cheat..."

"You can try it once or twice. Use spiritual water instead of ointment. The effect is still very obvious."

After school in the afternoon, the same old rules were followed and the three of them studied with each other.

Yang Jun was talking and they were listening.

Yu Li's expression has recovered a lot and she has recovered from the previous incident.

She would take notes of the knowledge points that Yang Jun talked about, and then study them together with the textbook and the content taught by the teacher.

It can be seen that she definitely did not take any shortcuts to get into high school.

As we enter autumn, nights arrive faster and faster, and by the time winter comes, shorter days and longer nights will become the norm.

Without staying in school for too long, Yang Jun and Cheng Xiaoyu said goodbye to Yu Li and went home together as usual.

On the way, Yang Jun watched Xiaoyuer, who had two braids tied with red hairbands, jumping around, and his eyes fell on her feet.

A pair of worn cloth shoes, the fabric at the corners was worn out, revealing the lining, and there was a hole near the heel.

Cheng Li Xiaoyu usually wears this pair of shoes to and from school. It is her only pair of cloth shoes.

As for home in the village, we wear straw sandals most of the time.

Yang Jun bought ten pairs of shoes last time, including a pair that was the size of Xiaoyuer's feet.

But he didn't know how to give the shoes to her.

One or two eggs would be fine on a normal day, but the shoes cost at least one or two dollars, and Cheng Xiaoyu would not accept them easily.

But he still reached into the bag.

Then, a pair of brand new cloth shoes were taken out and hidden behind him.

"Xiao Yuer, I have a gift for you." Yang Jun spoke.

Cheng Xiaoyu turned around in surprise, with a stick in his hand.

At some point, she also started to like imitating him and chopping weeds with a sword.

"Brother Xiaoshan, I don't want a gift. I haven't paid you for the hairband you gave me last time."

She touched the braids, the red color at the ends was very festive, and she liked it very much.

But Cheng Xiaoyu still wanted to give him the money and not let him give it away for free.

But if the family wants to have money, they have to sell the ramie first.

When ramie and other things are sold to the textile factory, the village will not take the money from everyone. It is considered as part of the villagers' income.

But this must be done outside of the assigned work hours, and not at the expense of public resources for personal gain, using working time to exchange for personal gain. Otherwise, Uncle Qi will definitely take it all away.

The family no longer has to worry about food, but if we want to save some money, we still have to work hard as before.

Everything seems to be back to square one.

"How much is a hairband worth? And you're still haggling over it with me."

Yang Jun shook his head and took out his shoes.

"No, this is for you."

The shoes are women's cloth shoes.

Although everyone wears cloth shoes, there are styles for both men and women.

There are no extra changes to the men's version. The cloth shoes just have a hole for wearing the shoes, which you just need to pull up.

Women's shoes have an extra strap that can be buckled, and the opening on it is also larger. This is because girls' feet are relatively slender, making it difficult for them to put on shoes. Even if they put on shoes, they will often fall off and the heels will fall off seriously, so they will develop into this state.

When Yang Jun took out the cloth shoes, Cheng Xiaoyu's face inevitably showed surprise, and more hesitation.

"Brother Xiaoshan, are you selling fish again?"

She naturally knew about Yang Jun selling fish, and at this time she couldn't help but lower her voice.

"Put your things away quickly. It would be bad if the villagers saw them."

She looked around and quickly stuffed his shoes back into the bag and hid them.

"Don't make a fuss. My money comes from a legitimate source."

After saying that, he took out the letter and newspaper written by Xu Congwen, as well as more than 190 yuan in cash as proof.

After seeing the three things, Cheng Xiaoyu was no longer worried. Instead, she looked at Yang Jun in amazement.

She grabbed Yang Jun's arm with her small hands, and there was some disbelief in her crescent-shaped eyes.

"Brother Xiaoshan, is this really the article you wrote? And it even appeared in the newspaper?"

Although she was a bit terrible at studying, Cheng Xiaoyu also knew how talented the authors who wrote articles for newspapers were.

Perhaps it can no longer be simply called an author, but rather a writer.

"How could it be fake? Does that mean I even got two hundred dollars just to forge it?" Yang Jun said with a smile.

With the actual proof in front of him, Xiao Yuer naturally had no doubts about it, but it was just a little hard for him to accept it for a while.

In this situation, it is no less than telling a person that his friend who has been ordinary for decades is actually a billionaire.

"Brother Xiaoshan, of course I believe you, but this is too much. You actually got so much money for the article you wrote."

"Knowledge is priceless. This small amount of royalties is actually just a drop in the ocean of literature." Yang Jun said in a very pretentious manner.

Seeing him pretending, Cheng Xiaoyu didn't find it funny, but instead felt a sense of identification.

In her opinion, people with great culture must be so arrogant.

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