Forbidden Land: As Kai, I lead ancient martial arts to the top

Chapter 30
Gao Chen walked out of the small alley, walking tremblingly, the passers-by hurriedly dodged a little distance, his old white hair covered his eyes, his body seemed to have shrunk a lot, only four feet tall.

Walking unsteadily, seems to fall at any time.

Gao Chen didn't really want to wobble, but this body was hard to control, the pain and numbness of the night's torment still remained in the bone marrow, and it was so painful that it was hard to breathe.

When passing by the breakfast shop, he touched his pocket, carefully took out the change wrapped in a plastic bag from his underwear, took out the two yuan and said in an old voice, "Dude, give me a bowl of chaos to warm my body."

"Small bowl of wontons, do you want pancakes?"

"How much money?" Gao Chen tried to prick up his ears as he spoke.

"Add three pieces of ham and eggs, and two yuan without eggs." The man said quickly.

"Have a serving..." Gao Chen said, looking at the old man sitting in the corner who was eating a piece of corn bread, and said, "Two corn bread."

"Okay, I'll charge you three yuan, you do this." The waiter led Gao Chen to sit at the table with the old man, and hurried to greet other guests.

The breakfast shop runs from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am. At this time, the factory is crowded with people going to and from get off work. Many people take away their bags and eat while walking.

The boss will come out at three o'clock to get ready for work. The whole street is lined with breakfast carts and various small shops, such as millet porridge, eight-treasure porridge, sesame seed cakes, pancakes, twists, and each person costs [-] to [-] yuan.

"You will charge six yuan for your sesame seed cake with meat."

The whole street is quite noisy. The old man on the table looks to be about 50 years old, with cracked fingernails, dark skin on the face full of wrinkles, and dust on the head. The clothes marked Blue Star overalls On the street, there are thick wall plasters. If you live in the city, you can earn 450 yuan a day. If you go to the countryside to plaster, you can earn 260 yuan a day.

Therefore, most wall workers are willing to work in the city. A lot of physical work in the city is calculated on a piece-by-piece basis, while in the countryside, no matter how much they do in a day, the price is the same. Although it is easy, they come out to work to earn more money. Suffering is the same everywhere.

"Man, add some free white radish and pickles." The old man stared at the video on his phone while gnawing on a steamed bun. From time to time, the corners of his mouth would rise but he didn't make a sound. He must be happy.

Gao Chen's voice attracted the old man, he looked up at Gao Chen's clothes, he seemed a little envious, and seemed to want to say something, and finally asked the man to add a little more pickles.

Silently eating the rest of the steamed buns, Gao Chen's chaos and steamed stuffed buns and a small dish of pickles were brought by a little girl.

"Little girl, what grade are you in?" The old man asked after taking the pickles.

"Fourth grade." The little girl was a little shy, and Gao Chen silently observed the old man's every move.

The old man held the pickles, and said as gently as possible, "Help me pack seven bottles of millet porridge, forty big buns, and one egg-filled pancake. This is [-] yuan for your parents."

Gao Chen watched and took a sip, the action of drinking soup was almost exactly the same as that of the old man, the little girl looked at him strangely.

Then pick up pickles, eat steamed buns, and carry out the actions I just recorded step by step. After eating, the old man left step by step with his things.

But Gao Chen heard the voice of the proprietress.

"This old man is really smart. Every time we help someone deliver something, we have to take care of him for a meal. There are 22 boxes of lunch at noon, and the total is 440 yuan. Is it a little little for him to give [-] yuan?"

The husband of the cook said, "Don't worry about it so much. The new house is not plastered by a young bricklayer. This master craftsman is good. We have to treat them to a good meal when the time comes. We will settle things down and try to finish the house before the New Year." Yes, we can move into the city after the spring of next year."

"What are you talking about? I'm a stingy person? This old man earns at least 10,000+ yuan a year, why do you think he can't even bear to eat a bun?" The proprietress said in a voice.

"The beast tide is terrible. After I heard that it was a beast tide, the whole family went out alone, the old man, and the two sons, daughter-in-law and grandchildren in the family..."

Gao Chen was silent, and the couple were also silent. Pedestrians rushed in to grab breakfast and left, pedestrians who were working, and students and workers who got up early.

The little girl helping the family, cleaning the dishes, and the hardworking guy working part-time, all the changes in expression are in Gao Chen's eyes. If memory is ignored, it will be forgotten. If you try to recall the past, you will find that a person's life seems to be just a lifetime. moment.

Only the frozen past is in the memory, and the hopeful future is invisible to the eyes of adults. Only the last stubbornness is supporting, and the endless rush for those few taels of silver.

"Huiya, you go and do your homework first, while mom does the dishes."

Gao Chen carefully chewed the buns and ate the pickles, trying hard to find the feeling that would make him more able to blend into this atmosphere.

The little girl took her schoolbag, ran to Gao Chen's seat with a smile and sat down, wiped the table with a rag, took out a few books of advanced Olympiad questions, and carefully calculated with the draft.

Gao Chen looked at the question seriously. The Xingyang seventh series of warships flew at a speed of x light-years per second. They were 20 light-years away from Sirius, and the exact arrival time was [-] minutes and [-] seconds.

Find the average speed per second of the Xingyang battleship.

The little girl calculated seriously, then suddenly raised her head and asked with a smile, "Uncle, can you? Teach me, I want to protect my parents and become a great inventor."

Gao Chen looked over seriously, imitating the tone of the old man and explained, "It is known that the distance of one light year is about 94.6 trillion kilometers, and the distance between Sirius and Dragon King is about 37840 trillion kilometers. The arrival time converted into seconds is 2420 seconds, ……”

The little girl carefully calculated, and finally said with a smile, "Uncle, I know how to do the last step, but your smell is very special, without the smell of sweat from other uncles, how did you do it?"

Gao Chen replied with a smile, "Take a bath frequently, it will smell good."

Gao Chen carefully observes the passers-by, and at the same time understands his own shortcomings, carefully changes, progresses, and learns. Don't underestimate life, life is a teacher everywhere.

At the same time, I also understand the meaning of ghost hand inheritance. Wisdom is everywhere in life. The second generation patriarch is definitely a ghost. Although he is considered to have betrayed the orthodoxy, he has integrated the skills of thousands of families to create his own method. He is definitely a great man of the ages.

It's just that compared with Qin Shi, his reputation is even worse.

One destroys the Dao of Baijia for the sake of my Dao, and the other also challenges Baijia to steal techniques for his own ancient martial arts, and integrates them into his own Dao to pass on to future generations. Both of them have their own Dao.

And hundreds of schools also have their own ways, which can be passed down to this day and stand still, and it is also a tenacious master who has not been cut off for thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)