Back to 1988, in order to lay down liver skills

Chapter 12

On the second day without meat, Yan Changqing finally got a "Kung Fu" skill on the third day of "practicing martial arts".

The name of this skill is a bit simple, probably because Yan Changqing didn't have any definite ideas in his heart, so the name is: fist and kick.

In order to celebrate this skill, Yan Changqing took the initiative to do the job of feeding the chickens at the second uncle's house, and told the second aunt that he would come every day in the future and leave this work to himself.

If he wasn't afraid of being too outrageous, he would have wanted the whole village to go door-to-door to feed the chickens, so that he could quickly acquire the chicken-feeding skills.

So far, within a month, he has acquired more than a dozen skills.

Basic skills such as eating, drinking, walking, listening, smelling, breathing, sleeping, etc., because they are often not focused enough, the progress is now around 10%.

Swimming and fishing require hard work, which are 35% and 40% respectively. Erhu has reached a maximum of 56%. Although throwing stones requires hard work, the practice time is short, only a little over 20%.

Of course, they are still Level [-] skills, and they are far away from Level [-] skills, because the further they go, the slower they will improve.

The worst thing is that the fist skill just brushed out is less than one percent, and there is another one that I haven't paid much attention to at all, the progress of dressing and undressing skills is only three percent.

It can be seen that concentration is still very important.

But these are not important, the important thing is that when the second uncle came back from the town in the morning, he not only brought back the erhu of the old man Yang Zhili, but also brought back lard and a piece of fat.

The snow-white and fine-looking lard suet piled up in a ball is really beautiful, but the same lard oil is not so good-looking. Putting a lump of lard fat there is not so unsightly, but I don’t think it is very good-looking anyway.

In the future, pork flower oil will be said to have a peculiar smell and low nutrition, etc., but at present, it is necessary to find an acquaintance to explain in advance before buying such a thing, and it is a precious thing.

Pork suet is purely due to Uncle Yan Changqing's face, because it is the most popular.

It was not time to eat at noon, and the yards of the two families had already begun to smell the aroma.

Yan Changqing felt satisfied just by smelling the fragrance.

The oil leftovers from the fatty meat is really fragrant. As a child, Yan Changqing has the privilege to use chopsticks as soon as the oil leaves the pot, but if he is older, he will have to be punished for doing so.

Lunch is still the familiar noodles, but this time you can pour hot dishes and stir-fry eggplant with oil residue.

Eggplant used to be Yan Changqing's least favorite dish. That's because he used to be reluctant to put oil in the cooking at home, and generally he didn't know how to make braised eggplant, just stir-fried it.

But now seeing oily eggplant, it becomes delicious.

Yan Changqing ate this meal very seriously, and felt that the skill proficiency could be increased by one percent.

After eating lo mein and drinking half a bowl of noodle soup, lying on the mat and feeling his bulging belly, Yan Changqing felt that life was complete.

A month, a whole month!
Who knows how I have spent this month, I haven't even seen a bit of meat!

Thinking that there is still a pot of lard in the kitchen, and there is still a lot of oil residue in it, Yan Changqing only feels happy.

……

After eating, drinking and sleeping, Yan Changqing is going to take a vacation for himself in the afternoon, don't worry about skills or something.

Just after thinking this way, I felt that I thought so again, a bit like the second uncle's approach.

But he still went out without hesitation, ready to wander around.

After leaving his own yard, he strolled along the back wall of the house next door, and arrived at Erwa's house.

In the yard, two brats were standing under the jujube tree, looking up at the jujube leaves and arguing non-stop. Seeing Yan Changqing approaching, Tie Dan immediately called out foreign aid: "Brother Qijin, do you think it is our jujube?" The tree is sweeter. Erwa’s jujube tree is old, but our jujube tree is new, and the jujube it produces must be sweeter.”

Erwa is also reasonable: "Our jujube tree is thick, and the dates it bears are bigger and sweeter than theirs. Their jujube tree only bears a little bit of jujube, and it's not sweet at all..."

Is the jujube tree sweet from the old and thick ones, or the sweet from the new and thin ones?

Yan Changqing didn't know where to stand for a while, thought for a while and said seriously: "This depends on the water, soil and climate, right? The jujube trees in our village are delicious, but the jujube trees in other villages are not good. The climate They are all similar, that is, the water and soil are different.”

Tiedan didn't quite understand what he heard, but the rural boy knew a little about water and soil, and immediately said: "Then our jujube tree must be sweeter. I urinated on the root of the tree this morning and fertilized it. Yes Fertilizers can bear good fruit, and our jujubes will definitely be sweeter this year."

Erwa refused: "Crops only use fertilizer, you urinate on the roots of trees every day, and sooner or later the tree will be burned to death. Besides, if you urinate too much, the dates produced will be dirty and not tasty."

Tie Dan was furious: "Your jujubes are the showiest ones, our jujubes are sweet..."

The two argued for a few words, Erwa turned around and ran into the house, and then ran out with a canned bottle: "I will put some sugar on our jujube tree, this year our jujube will definitely be sweeter."

Yan Changqing saw him open the bottle and reached in to grab the sugar, and quickly stopped him: "Er, you're going to be beaten! Don't spill it..."

Erwa didn't listen, and sprinkled a handful of sugar on the roots of the tree, plausibly saying: "Jujube trees can't use fertilizer, they must use sugar to be sweet."

While talking, he sprinkled it again.

Fortunately, his hands are small and he doesn't grab much, otherwise the little candy in the can and bottle wouldn't be enough for two grasps.

In the next second, Yan Changqing took a few steps back.

A man rushed out of the main room, grabbed Erwa and snatched the sugar jar, twisted the lid and slapped Erwa's little butt: "You kid, are you looking for death? You dare to spoil the sugar..."

As he spoke, he slapped and slapped a few more times.

Tie Dan turned his head and ran away when he saw something was wrong, but Yan Changqing didn't run away. He greeted the man enthusiastically: "Uncle Shui Xing, you didn't go to the ground! Don't hit him, he will remember after a few hits."

Uncle Shui Xing was not used to his obviously grown-up greeting, so he froze for a moment, then grinned, then turned around and slapped the crying second baby again: "He can remember a fart, every day he spanks I can’t remember. If I can’t see it at a glance, I will poke you out of it, and I won’t do it unless I beat you.”

Looking at this scene, Yan Changqing sighed in his heart: Sure enough, people don't listen to persuasion.

If Erwa listens to her advice, she won't be beaten if she doesn't waste sugar. After all, sugar is a popular gift for holidays these days, and it's precious!
If Uncle Shui Xing listened to his persuasion, Er Wa would have saved two slaps, but he was so angry that he refused to listen.

If I had the ability to 'talk' and let Erwa listen to my advice, wouldn't that be... no fun to watch!

Just as she was thinking about it, another young woman came out of the room and said as she walked, "What's the matter, Shui Xing, don't be surprised, what's wrong with the second baby, you go and beat him..."

"Look for yourself, he sprinkled sugar all over the ground..." Shui Xing turned around and said angrily.

Yan Changqing pulled Erwa: "Run, your mother is coming to beat you too!"

Erwa turned her head and saw that her mother, who was still pleasant just now, changed her face, as if she was going to become the legendary stepmother.

He became nervous involuntarily, and when he heard Yan Changqing's words, he swept around subconsciously, and then ran wildly along the base of the wall like a runaway wild dog...

Yan Changqing and Uncle Shui Xing greeted each other and ran out, sighing with emotion as they ran: Sure enough, people only know which words of persuasion to listen to if they have experienced it for themselves!

……

Erba, who was still crying with tears and snot all over her face, probably felt lucky because she escaped the mixed doubles. When she stopped after running for a while, her crying face turned into a happy one.

Then he complained to Yan Changqing: "Tie Dan really doesn't show loyalty, he didn't even say to help me persuade my dad when he saw me being beaten, he ran away by himself. It's still hello Brother Qijin, you know how to help me persuade..."

Yan Changqing suppressed a smile: "Yeah, let's play together today, not with him."

The child didn't know at all. If no one persuaded him, the adults would slap the child after a few slaps, and the matter would be over.

Yan Changqing persuaded that sentence, and Erwa received two extra slaps.

This made Yan Changqing inexplicably think of a sketch line: He still has to thank us!
The two who decided to ignore Tie Dan had just walked a few steps when they saw Tie Dan popping up from a corner.

This guy is reasonable: "Erba, why don't you know how to run when you are beaten, look at me and still run, how stupid!"

Erwa, who was angry with him, widened her eyes: "You don't show loyalty, Brother Qijin and I won't play with you today."

Tie Dan suddenly babbled, lowered his head and thought for a while: "Then what do you want to play? I won't play with you, go play by yourself."

Yan Changqing had an idea: "We are going to get some pewter sticks to play with. If you want to play with us, unless you go home and steal your machete."

This matter is easy to handle, Tie Dan nodded without hesitation: "Then you two wait for me, I will be right back."

After finishing speaking, he ran home.

Only then did Erwa realize: "Brother Qijin, what are you doing with white wax strips?"

"Get a stick to play with! How fun it is."

I don't know how much fun it is. Anyway, the second baby thinks it should be fun, and there is no objection at the moment.

When Tie Dan came out with his family's hatchet in his hands, the three of them walked towards the back of the village swaggeringly.

……

The ash sticks that Yan Changqing mentioned were not the kind of ash sticks that were planted into trees, but shrub-like ash sticks.

In the countryside, this is used as a bamboo head—it is a kind of basket, which is particularly thick and durable.

Or use a few thin white wax strips to weave a few strands to make a whip for driving cattle, which is very practical.

All the surrounding villages have white wax strips, usually in the soil ditches of the depressions. Anyway, this thing has strong vitality, and it can be cut down every year after planting.

It's just that this thing is not easy to cut, especially Yan Changqing plans to get a thicker one.

Generally, the white wax strips used for weaving baskets are cut once a year, but a few trees will be left to grow for several years. The thick one is used as the "beam" of the head of the basket, which is the thicker one that is carried or carried by the local people. headline(xi)'.

Chopping white wax strips Erwa Tie Dan can't help at all, Tie Dan stands guard on the high field ridge, so as not to be seen by adults and say that they are ruining things and stop them-it doesn't matter after the chopping is over, anyway, it's all chopped, who likes to say two Just say it.

Yan Changqing chopped very hard, he held the machete with both hands, aimed at the root of the white wax stick, and cut again and again, his little hands were numb from the shock every time.

Erwa was not idle either, he took the branches he had picked up and swept around hahahaha - the white wax sticks grow in the depressions, and the wet places are especially easy to hide snakes, and he is responsible for driving them away.

This is not what Yan Changqing asked them to do, but they knew what they could do, so they did it without arranging themselves.

Or to say that the brats are a headache, and they can do bad things without a teacher. This kind of teamwork spirit with a clear division of labor and full use of conscious execution can make many elites in companies feel ashamed... …

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