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Chapter 550 Hometown (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Under the scorching sun, a 28-inch bicycle is speeding along the dirt road.

The handlebars, the back seat, and even the top of the handlebars were covered with things.

It can't compare to the awesomeness of Odbiao, but this fully loaded bicycle is so powerful that the chain is practically sparking.

However, upon closer inspection, one can detect differences.

The young man riding the bicycle did not appear to be sweating profusely or panting heavily.

There's a rhythm to every breath!

When you pedal hard, your legs, feet, waist, abdomen, and upper body muscles undulate rhythmically.

If someone who has reached a very high level of martial arts were to see this, they would definitely be able to help but exclaim: Amazing!

You can even get exercise by riding a bicycle, and it looks like a pretty efficient workout. That's really something else.

Little did they know how much manpower, resources, and money Wu Aiguo had spent in his previous life to achieve this goal, amounting to tens of millions.

The results were achieved after decades of research, involving a large number of modern kinesiology experts, renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and other medical experts, as well as numerous sophisticated instruments.

Whether in the past or the present world, releasing even a portion of these achievements would be something that could shake the nation's top leadership.

Putting aside other factors, if the popularization efforts are effective, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it could raise the overall physical fitness of the population to a whole new level.

It was also influenced by the concepts of martial arts novels!

Especially the Quanzhen martial arts, once you enter the sect, every movement—walking, sitting, or lying down—is a form of cultivation.

At the time, Wu Aiguo's idea was simple: could he integrate his own training into his daily life?

Walking, cycling, or even driving can all provide effective exercise.

At the beginning, the research was indeed difficult!

Especially when it comes to meditation, you can't exactly do yoga while driving, can you?

Later, through genuine Buddhist and Taoist practices in mainland China, and by referencing many meditation methods from both, he managed to develop a barely usable method for meditation practice.

There is naturally a relatively complete set of exercise methods for cycling.

Using it at this time, the effect is still quite good.

If it weren't for the intense sun overhead, he could have even managed to break a light sweat and maintain his physical strength at around 70%.

He didn't want to squeeze onto the rural-urban shuttle bus!
In my memory, that sour and pungent taste is truly unbearable to recall.

Fortunately, the quality of the old bicycle was really good, and it could easily handle long-distance riding with heavy loads for dozens of miles.

Furthermore, leaving the city does not necessarily mean you are safe.

Next to the handlebars, there is a meter-long special steel pipe hanging down, which was made by his own father, Wuzhi, using an old machine tool.

I set off at noon and rode all the way to Miyun Reservoir.

Then, following a dirt road with a not obvious slope but sloping upwards, we continued deeper into the mountains and forests.

I rode for five or six miles before turning onto a real country road. My hometown was only a hundred meters away.

The mountain road stretches on and on, its exact length unknown, and even the young mountain people here are mostly unsure of its final destination.

A slope that is almost at a 45-degree angle to the mountain road suddenly appears beside the road.

Pushing the fully loaded old bicycle uphill, it only took about ten meters to reach the destination.

This is a huge flat area halfway up a mountain!
The entire village lives on flat land halfway up the mountain.

Rows of mud-brick houses are built around a huge pond.

Wu Aiguo's grandparents' house was the first house after going up the slope.

"Grandpa and Grandma, I'm back!" On the way, I naturally encountered many familiar villagers, and quite a few friends of similar age.

But when they saw Wu Aiguo pushing his old-fashioned bicycle, they were both envious and hesitant.

At that time, not a single family in the village owned a bicycle.

"Patriotism is back! It's good that it's back!"

Upon hearing the news, Grandpa and Grandma rushed over from the fields.

The two elderly people were not very old, around fifty-seven or fifty-eight years old.

He just looks a little older than his normal age because he's used to farm work.

Needless to say, I was overjoyed!
When it was time for dinner that evening, both uncles and aunt arrived.

There are also a group of cousins, with whom I already have a very close relationship.

The table was laden with fish, meat, old hen soup, mountain delicacies, and homegrown vegetables—a truly abundant feast.

To be honest, apart from his biological father, Takeshi, the relatives on his grandparents' side actually had a pretty harmonious relationship.

Otherwise, if Wu Aiguo had been attending primary school here, there probably would have been a huge uproar.

However, when the grandparents, uncles, and aunts learned what had happened in the capital, they were still stunned.

When they learned that their stepmother had squandered three or four thousand yuan on their younger brother, their grandparents' cursing could probably be clearly heard outside the door.

But when they learned about their father Wuzhi's current condition, they were stunned.

"Patriotism, are you serious about it?"

Grandpa was somewhat skeptical, after all, he had ventured out into the world when he was young and was quite familiar with his youngest son, Wuzhi.

"Could it be that you were the one secretly orchestrating this?"

That's why they say old ginger is spicier.

Wu Aiguo smiled but remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

After that, he brought up the main purpose of his visit: to transfer his household registration from the village to the Gulou Repair Shop.

"No problem, it's just a letter of introduction!"

Uncle Wu Qiang patted his chest and assured me that he was the village party secretary, and he had quite a lot of prestige in this small mountain village.

"Cousins, if you want to go to the city, you'll have to wait!"

"At most a year. Once the factory grows a bit larger, we'll directly partner with the village to recruit workers, making it much easier to move to the city!"

These words brought smiles to the faces of the grandparents, uncles, and aunts. If their children could go to the city to eat government-subsidized food, why would they have to work hard farming in the village?

"During this period, my cousins ​​either practiced martial arts or picked up their books so that they could adapt quickly after entering the factory!"

"Uncle, we can plant more winter vegetables here in the village. The factory will come directly to purchase them!"

"Also, mountain delicacies like mushrooms can be dried and preserved. As long as the quality is good, we'll take them!"

Wu Aiguo chuckled and said, "Currently, the factory has only been open for a short time, and there's not much we can give back to our hometown. This is all we can do for now!"

"it is ready!"

The uncle said excitedly, "As long as the vegetables we grow can be sold to factories, the villagers will have a lot more money, and the end of the year will be much easier!"

"Of course, this is within your and your father's capabilities, so it's perfectly reasonable to help out like this. However, if it might affect you and your father, then don't go to such lengths. We understand that!"

"Yes, your father has finally achieved a bright future, so don't let these trivial matters give him any leverage!"

Grandpa said, "Let's do it this way!"

(End of this chapter)