Great changes in the countryside

Chapter 545
The waterwheel weighed at least five hundred catties, and it was impossible for two little old men who together were over a hundred years old to shake it.

Among the parents of children watching, there were quite a few males, there were ten of them.

But half of them belong to grandparents, and the other half are young, but most of them wear glasses.

There are quite a lot of suggestions and methods, and they are all just talking on paper.

"Give way, everyone, please make way."

Shouting, Chen Yang squeezed into the crowd, holding the two little guys with both hands.

At the gate, stood two women, one middle-aged and one young.

Xiao Yanyan said: "Father, that's our dean, that's our teacher."

Chen Yang nodded at them, "Hello, principal, teacher."

Then he ordered the two little guys: "You two go in, stand still and don't move."

Little Bobo asked, "Dad, do you want to help push the water cart?"

Chen Yang laughed and said, "Stinky boy, you are getting smarter."

Chen Yang walked to the side of the waterwheel and pulled the two old men away, "Two old masters, take a rest and let Allah try it."

Allah is me, and Chen Yang's Shanghai dialect is limited to this.

The cart-boy and the porter stepped aside.

Chen Yang didn't put on any posture, squatting beside the dumped waterwheel, grasping the two rope buckles on the bucket with both hands.

Then, Chen Yang put on his horse's stance and sank into his dantian.

Then, Chen Yang let out a roar, exerted all his strength, grabbed the bucket and lifted it up.

The tilted bucket was slowly lifted up.

When he was almost halfway through, Chen Yang adjusted his gait, with his left foot in front and his right foot behind, and let out another roar.

With all his strength, Chen Yang even knocked off the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose.

With a bang, the entire waterwheel was turned over and returned to its proper state.

Everyone was stunned.

The two little guys reacted the fastest, clapping their little hands, and shouted in unison: "Dad, you are so amazing."

Suddenly there was thunderous applause.

Chen Yang's face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat.

Picking up the glasses, blowing the dust on them, putting them on the bridge of the nose, and nodding to everyone with a smile.

Then he turned around coolly and walked away.

After turning the corner, Chen Yang stopped, panting against the wall.

The two roars just now almost exhausted all the strength in Chen Yang's body.

At this time, the bell of the self-company rang from behind.

Chen Yang had to pretend, and quickly took out his cigarette and lighter.

The bicycle stopped beside Chen Yang.

Chen Yang looked back and saw that it was Lang Zhengliang, the director of the police station, whom he met when he went to apply for a temporary residence permit.

Chen Yang handed the cigarette along the way, and greeted casually, "Lang Suo, good morning."

Director Lang sat on the bicycle, took the cigarette handed over by Chen Yang, lit it with the lighter, took a few puffs, and gave Chen Yang a thumbs up.

Chen Yang smiled modestly.

"Have you practiced?"

Chen Yang nodded and shook his head again, "I learned a few things indiscriminately when I was young."

"No, you are skilled." Director Lang said.

The two talked while walking.

Chen Yang smiled, "Lang Suo, I'm from the countryside. I was born in rough and heavy work, and I rely on my strength."

Director Lang turned his head and looked at Chen Yang, "You? You don't look like a farmer."

"I washed the mud off my legs, and I just came ashore not long ago."

Director Lang laughed loudly, "Anyway, your strength must be at least five hundred catties, and most people certainly don't have it."

Chen Yang said: "No, no, I don't have that much strength, it's just explosive power. It's just that I can do two things, one is to gather strength instantly, and the other is to explode instantly."

Director Lang thought about it, and asked with a smile, "Beating an ugly Chinese at Fudan University, is that also explosive power?"

Chen Yang snorted, "This... how did you know, Lang Suo?"

Lang Suo laughed again, "It's nothing, don't be nervous. The city sent a notice asking us to pay attention to you. Don't worry, I'll cover you up, and no one will bother you."

"Thank you, Lang So."

Lang Suo laughed and said, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Oh, you said beating an ugly Chinese. That's a sense of justice, and a sense of justice is overwhelming."

"What a sense of justice."

Chen Yang took the opportunity to say: "Lang Suo, how many drinks do you have time?"

Lang Suo got on his bicycle and walked away slowly.

"Master Chen, wait until I'm free."

Chen Yang was happy, because he made Lang Suo his friend.

Professor Ye is right. As a teacher, he can be superior, can boast, and can make a fuss behind closed doors.

Chen Yang can't do it, he needs to get in touch with the society and integrate into life.

What is society?A place made up of people is a society.

How to integrate into society?In fact, it is very simple, it is to deal with people.

If you can't even get along well with neighbors, can you still integrate into life?

Chen Yang returned home and opened the door wide.

This is not welcoming guests, this is welcoming wine.

The [-] jars of home-brewed rice wine consigned from home arrived in Hong Kong on time today.

The storage room has already been cleaned up and is specially used to store rice wine.

At 09:30 in the morning, the rice wine arrived.

Three carts, six porters, all old acquaintances on the pier.

Chen Yang entertained them with alcohol and tobacco, and the workers also worked hard.

One hundred jars of rice wine were quickly moved.

The workers don't need to pay for the wine.

Chen Yang was also generous, and he paid for the transportation fee, and also gave two jars of [-]-jin rice wine as gifts.

The workers left happily.

The wine jar was sealed with field mud, and there was soil falling from the outside and inside of the door. Chen Yang took a broom and dustpan to clean up the soil.

Chen Yang was about to turn around and go back to the yard when someone behind him greeted him.

"Neighbor, hello."

Chen Yang turned around, and it turned out that it was his neighbor, Janantang, a 70-year-old pedant, who had studied folk customs all his life and taught folk customs all his life.

Janantang was among the crowd watching in the kindergarten in the morning.

"Mr. Jia, hello." Chen Yang bowed respectfully.

Jia Nantang was slightly surprised, "Do you know my last name?"

Chen Yang hurriedly explained, "Professor Ye said it. He only said your surname is Jia."

Janantang introduced himself, "My surname is Jia, and my first name is Nantang. Janantang, Xibeijia, the south of the south, the pond of the pond."

Chen Yang smiled slightly.

Janantang asked, "Why, my name is not good?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Chen Yang explained: "Mr. Jia, I lost my composure just now because your name is the same as Nantang Street in my hometown."

"Oh, is this Nantang too?"

"Yes, it used to be the seat of the township government of our township. After the township was merged, Nantang Street is still there. The daily morning market is still so lively."

Jia Nantang laughed and said: "Okay, good, very commemorative. When I see my bad friends, I can brag to them. Although I, Jia Nantang, is not good, there is a place where I am taken named after."

Chen Yang also smiled and said, "Mr. Jia, I am willing to cooperate with you."

"In that case, I will thank you."

"The work of talking and talking is not enough."

"Since it's a labor of words, how can it be worthless?"

Chen Yang ran out of words, so he could only smile along with him.

"Haha, my surname is Jia, but what's your neighbor's name?"

(End of this chapter)