In the ordinary world, I am the son-in-law of the Sun family

Chapter 208 Teacher, We Can't Part You!
the next day.

When Wang Manyin woke up in the morning, the wind and snow had stopped, the world was covered with snow, and dense fog enveloped the village of Guanzi. As soon as the wooden door was opened, a large amount of cold air immediately poured in.

Stimulated by the cold, the remaining drowsiness immediately disappeared. He tightened his clothes and prepared to fetch water from the well with a bucket.

"Master, are the two little guys awake?" Dong Biao stepped into the yard and asked softly.

Wang Manyin shook his head, put his index finger to his mouth, and signaled him to be quiet, because newborns sleep for a long time.

"Master, let me carry water." Dong Biao came over to take the bucket.

During this period of time, Dong Biao, like everyone else, was helping him with the hoop cave, and because of practicing kung fu, his strength was much stronger than the others, and he did a lot of heavy work, which really contributed a lot of strength.

Wang Manyin nodded, "I'll have breakfast at home later, and after I'm done, I'll see how far you've gotten in your kung fu, and I'll pass it on to you."

"That's good." Dong Biao smiled happily, and walked briskly towards the well. He seemed to regard carrying water as a practice.

Because in the martial arts novels I read in the past, Taoist priests or monks often practiced with the help of chopping wood and carrying water.

When Wang Manyin returned to the cave, he first came to the crib. The mouths of the two little guys were slightly open, and the corners of their mouths were glistening with saliva. Their white and tender faces were healthy and rosy, giving people a sense of the beauty of time standing still.

"Wang"

Hei Zai barked softly, put his front feet on the crib, stretched out his furry head to look at the two sleeping little guys, and moved cautiously.

"Godfather godmother, good morning."

Dahai got up and said hello, and came to the crib, and said softly, "Your brother sleeps so well."

After watching for a while, Wang Manyin patted Dahai's head lightly, "Go brush your teeth and wash your face."

Dahai snorted and ran out to brush his teeth, while Lanhua sat behind the stove and lit a fire for Lanhua.

Today's breakfast is noodles boiled with the leftover fish soup from last night.

After breakfast, Dong Biao showed off the results of his half-year practice of kung fu in the yard. Every move and every move made a great noise, and he was already in a good shape.

Wang Manyin nodded, "I still need to practice my physical fitness, but I can practice my energy."

"Energy?"

Dong Biao's eyes lit up, "Strength? Master, is it the kind of internal energy mentioned in the book?"

Wang Manyin gave him a kick, "Inner Qi is a fart, what do you think is true in the book? Strength is just a name. To put it bluntly, it is the control of strength. There are often many unexpected uses of strength. role."

"Many medical masters in ancient times were basically masters of martial arts, such as Huang Feihong, who has already become a master of martial arts, no matter in kung fu or medical skills."

"Only when you have learned Jinqi can you really know Kung Fu, otherwise it will always be just a Kung Fu air. However, learning Jinqi requires talent and hard work, Biaozi, you must be prepared."

Dong Biao's blood boiled when he heard it, and he nodded without hesitation, "Master, I will learn. This is what I want to learn."

Wang Manyin nodded, and began to teach carefully, but this thing can only be understood but cannot be explained in words, and it is more up to him to understand.

Even him, the system let him have it in one step, otherwise he would never learn it.

After teaching for half an hour, Wang Manyin asked him to comprehend carefully, ride a tricycle, and send Lanhua to work in the commune cafeteria.

Lanhua's holidays are not as rich as the teacher's, especially the leaders from above don't pay attention to holidays. As long as the leaders come, Lanhua has to go to the commune to prepare small cooking stoves.

Of course, opening a small stove is also good for orchids, and you can pack some home every time.

Back in the village, the people from Wangjiazhuang had just arrived by tractor, and the construction site was in full swing again, and the progress of the new kiln was advancing little by little.

It was three poles high in the sun, and the thick fog gradually dissipated, and the dazzling white light sprinkled on the snow-white ground, leaving behind colorful halos.

Wang Manyin helped lift a thick and strong log to the roof of the kiln. Just as he took out the cigarette and was about to light it, Zhou Ziang suddenly appeared on the construction site with a large group of children.

Wang Manyin took the cigarette out of his mouth, walked over and asked, "Zi Ang, why are you here?"

Zhou Ziang raised his head and said, "Mr. Wang, I heard that you are going to be a teacher at Shigejie Junior High School?"

Wang Manyin was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept over these familiar faces, and he felt a little guilty for a while.

At any rate, they have been together for a year, and now he always has the suspicion of leaving them behind, without even saying goodbye, and these children came to him on their own initiative.

He nodded and smiled habitually, "Everyone. Is this what you're here for?"

Zhou Ziang fell silent for a moment, his eye sockets became rosy to the naked eye, and the other dolls behind him couldn't help lowering their heads.

Suddenly, a little girl rushed out from the crowd, hugged Wang Manyin's thigh with both hands, and cried, "Mr. Wang, we miss you!"

This crying seemed to ignite the fuse, and the other children touched their tears one after another, "Mr. Wang, we can't bear you!"

The farmers on the construction site stopped crying, let the crying come along with the wind, and watched the scene quietly.

Children's minds are very simple. Wang Manyin usually gives humorous and interesting lectures, and is generous. He rewards them with candies from time to time.

For those students who don’t have enough to eat, they often use some reasons to give them eggs and white flour buns, which they all see in their eyes.

But now they suddenly heard that Wang Manyin would not teach them when the school started. This huge gap immediately made them a little unacceptable.

So, they gathered spontaneously, wanting to confirm with Mr. Wang personally, and send their farewell.

Wang Manyin gently stroked the hair of the girl holding her thigh. This girl was Xiaofang, the girl who was scared to cry by Hei Zai not long after he went to Guanzicun Primary School.

"Xiaofang, and everyone, stop crying. Why are you crying? It's as if Teacher Wang is dead and crying."

"Pfft."

As soon as Wang Manyin said this, everyone couldn't hold back immediately, and looked at him from crying to smiling, but they were still a little sad in their hearts.

Wang Manyin threw the cigarette in his hand to Chen Minghao who was on the side, knelt down to help Xiaofang tidy up her messy hair, and said, "Children, you don't have to be sad, Teacher Wang didn't leave, but was waiting for you at a further place. "

"When you are admitted to Shigejie Junior High School, that's when we meet again. The brief separation is just for a longer meeting, you know?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes lit up immediately. That's right, Mr. Wang went to teach in Shigejie Junior High School. After they entered junior high school, they were still his students.
(End of this chapter)