Back to 1988, in order to lay down liver skills

Chapter 4 Business without capital
After half an hour, Yan Changqing's fishing skills came out.

But now he is planning to give up the way of fishing to get rich, and he is calm when he sees the emerging skills.

Because he finally realized that it was not unreasonable for him to work all his life in his previous life. Even if he was reborn, if he wanted to eat meat, he had to find a way with his golden finger.

He is still unwilling to admit that he is a waste, and find reasons for himself, who made Dayanzhuang's location not so good!
Dayanzhuang is a poor village in the poverty-stricken township under the jurisdiction of the poverty-stricken county in Yudong Province. Until 30 years later, it is still on the county's list of "not exiting the poverty-stricken villages".

There are [-] miles away from the town, and there are many country roads with seven twists and turns, especially the section of the road out of Zhuangzi, which is the ridge road, which is only more than one meter wide.

At present, the road is fairly smooth, not because it is well maintained, but because... because of poverty, the whole village does not even have walking tractors, so the road has not been crushed.

Yan Changqing thought about it for a long time, and the last way he could think of to earn money to buy meat was performing arts.

Anyway, if you have cheats, it's not a big problem to learn a skill yourself.

Then Yan Changqing instinctively thought of the suona, gong, bangzi, yes, it was the stuff of the rural funeral team.

There are only so many musical instruments that Yan Changqing can touch now.

Using the funeral team's set of musical instruments to perform, I'm afraid the effect will not be very good-in the surrounding areas, the suona is currently only used by the funeral team, and no one uses it at other times, and people will feel bad luck when they hear it.

By the way, there is also the erhu.

Yan Changqing's eyes lit up, and he shouted to the second uncle in the pond: "Second uncle, come up and discuss something with you."

Yan Erhe didn't like it, he just enjoyed soaking in the pond on a hot day, and he didn't want to go up.

But I still have to go, the brat can't afford to mess with it.

Climb up and put on clothes while asking: "What are you trying to make a fuss about?"

"Will the five-guarantee household in our village know how to pull strings?"

Laxianzi means to play the erhu, dialect.

Five-guarantee households are elderly people who have no ability to work and are supported collectively by the village.The five-guarantee household in Dayanzhuang was a lame old man, his age was unknown, and he seemed to have passed away before Yan Changqing finished elementary school.

If it wasn't for the thought of learning musical instruments, Yan Changqing would have almost forgotten that there is such a person.

"Five guarantee households?" Yan Erhe thought for a while. "I heard him pull it, what do you want to do?"

"I'm going to learn how to play the string from him." Yan Changqing chuckled. "You said how about I take two fish to learn art from a teacher later?"

"What's the use of learning that stuff?" Yan Erhe looked confused. "If you have that kind of skill, it's better to catch a few 'Maji Liaoer' and go back and fry them to eat. It's still delicious."

'Maji Liao'er' is a cicada, and the one with a shell and no wings in the soil is called a 'climbing fork'.

"I want to learn." Yan Changqing didn't listen to my second uncle, and it took a lot of time to catch cicadas. The best thing is to touch the fork at night, but the flashlight is too expensive, and the batteries are too expensive. Few companies are willing to use the flashlight to crawl Fork - what's worse is that I don't have one yet.

As long as it is unreasonable and the things to be done are not too outrageous, it is easy for children to meet their demands.

After a few words of persuasion, Yan Erhe didn't bother to say more, the bear child is like this, he can do whatever he thinks of, let him learn, most likely he won't learn after a while.

Anyway, two fish are worthless, the key is the fish in the collective pond in the village.

So when he went back, Yan Erhe pulled some grass leaves and threw them into the bucket, so that others could not see how many fish were in it, and explained the reason to Yan Changqing: "This fish is a collective, we catch two It’s okay to eat sticks, too many don’t look good. If you want to fish in the future, you’d better go to the river.”

In fact, others dare not say anything. There are a few young people in the village who are about the same age as the second uncle. They often go hunting rabbits together at night, and no one in the village dares to say anything wrong about them.

Yan Erhe saw Yan Changqing as a brat, but in fact, at his own age, in the eyes of the villagers, he was a stunned young man—a person who didn't have much brains and was unreliable in doing things.

Such a group of people get together and carry gunpowder guns at any time, who else can talk to them except parents who are full?

……

With the skills, the fishing efficiency has been greatly improved, and five or six fish about one foot in size can be harvested in one afternoon.There are carp, silver carp, grass carp, and a few smaller crucian carp. The smaller ones are fine, and they are thrown into the pond to continue to be raised.

In the evening, Yan Changqing had a meal at his second uncle's house, and the crucian carp he caught was just a supplement for his second aunt, so that his younger brother Yan Changpo wouldn't have enough to eat.

I didn't forget my parents, and I gave them a silver carp less than a foot long, with many thorns.

They are all steamed, topped with condiments such as chili pepper, the taste made by grandma's handicraft, really fragrant.

After eating, I took the two largest fish that I left on purpose, and took advantage of the moonlight to learn from my teacher.

Before I went, I asked specifically that the surname of the five-guarantee household was Yang, and their name was Yang Zhili.In fact, he is not from the village of Dayanzhuang. I heard that he used to be a landlord, but somehow he became a lame five-guarantee household in Dayanzhuang.

The lame old Yang lived in two small dilapidated houses at the head of the village, with a stack of wheat straw and a small peach tree at the door, and no yard.

Grandpa took Yan Changqing there, and when he got to the door, he saw that the door was open, so he didn't go in directly, and shouted in the courtyard: "Lao Yang, are you awake?"

The room was low and dark, and there seemed to be an unpleasant smell at the door.

The people inside agreed, and there was a sound of groping, and then a small ball of flame lit up.

The flame moved, and an oil lamp on the small square table lit up.

Although the light couldn't illuminate the room at all, it was enough for Yan Changqing to see the people beside the square table.

Lao Yang looked quite old. His hair and beard were gray, his arms were bare, his ribs were exposed, and he was wearing big trousers whose color could not be seen clearly. He was sitting on a chair without a backrest.

Hearing the exchange of greetings between Grandpa and Old Yang, Yan Changqing took the initiative to say, "Grandpa Yang, I want to learn how to play the string from you, do you like it?"

Lao Yang was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he said with a smile: "I hit, why didn't I hit it!"

His voice was a little hoarse, and he started coughing after laughing a few times, but he still happily started looking for things: "This is not a craft, it's something to play with when you're idle, and I'm not good at it, either. Just make a noise..."

……

The next day, Yan Changqing started his own art (skills) journey.

Probably because he was coming, Yang Zhili even dressed up specially. His messy hair looked a lot neater, his beard was trimmed, his wrinkled dark face became more energetic, and he also wore cleaner clothes.

The house was obviously just cleaned and watered, although it didn't look very clean.

Yan Changqing was a little embarrassed, his motivation for learning art was just to eat meat.

Yang Zhili's erhu is a very old erhu. He said that this erhu should be thrown away immediately, because the timbre is not accurate now.

Yan Changqing didn't dislike it, but he felt that the teacher's teaching was particularly to his liking, and he didn't teach music scores or anything, so he handed over the erhu directly, and began to teach how to pull out the first sentence hand in hand.

What is taught is not a classical song, but a big river with wide waves that everyone is familiar with, that is, "My Motherland".

Yan Changqing was not in the mood to start with basic sheet music and the like. He thought he had no literary talent. In his previous life, when he was in school, he often envied other students who knew how to play the flute and harmonica.

Even if he has become quite ingenious now, it took him three full days to turn the erhu into a skill.

Yang Zhili taught a piece of music: "I don't know anything else. You need to be familiar with the strings. You keep playing a piece of music, and then you can play whatever you want..."

In fact, he knows a lot, Yan Changqing doesn't believe that he knows this song, because when he was teaching before, he often played a very nice tune casually.

But Yan Changqing didn't say much. He asked his grandfather a lot about Yang Zhili recently, and he knew that playing the erhu was one of his past mistakes. No less suffering.

So now I only teach the wave width of a big river, this guarantee will not be said to be wrong, who dares?

Although there is only one piece of music, Yan Changqing is already very satisfied, and it is not bad to find a teacher to teach in this remote area.

After all, this is not the future. At that time, just find a remedial class, pay a few hundred yuan for tuition, and spend a few hundred yuan for an erhu, and there will be a teacher with two knives to help you fool your baby...

……

Through learning the erhu, Yan Changqing has a better understanding of his little jade plate.

The more focused you are, the faster your proficiency will improve. It is best if you can fully immerse yourself in the skill.

When he had nothing to do, he recalled the erhu tunes he had heard in his previous life, recalled other people's postures, movements and demeanors when playing the erhu, and then he thought about it slowly.

In order to give himself confidence, he even changed the progress bar to a full four or five meters, which made it more 'gratifying' to watch the progress.

Facts have proved that it is probably because recalling those songs can improve my sense of music, anyway, the progress bar is indeed much faster.

He was still a little embarrassed about using Yang Zhili's erhu for his daily practice, so he specifically asked where he could buy an erhu. There were places, but he didn't know the price.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter how much the price is, anyway, I can't afford it now.

For this reason, the parents of the family also gave Yang Zhili some wheat and soybean oil, and some vegetables from time to time as a reward.

Then Yan Changqing threw himself on the erhu.

There is a progress bar, and Yan Changqing is also very interested in the erhu. This kind of life is very enjoyable, just like the fish you can eat now.

Considering that he would have to walk a long way to perform, in order to defend himself, he also tossed out the skill of throwing stones.

The same is a skill that does not require cost. Go to the river to pick up rocks, just find a target and throw them at it. When the skills come out, you can throw stones every day after playing the erhu, just like exercising your body.

The family doesn't care what he's messing around with, brat, as long as he doesn't cause trouble or do dangerous things, what do you expect?

Setting up a wooden plank in the yard and throwing stones is nothing at all, as long as you don't go out to hunt chickens and dogs, the family will be thankful.

With the golden finger, the throwing of stones will naturally become more and more accurate. When the skills are developed, the technique will be improved by leaps and bounds, especially in the early stage, there will be obvious improvement almost every day.

If it hadn't been for the consideration that playing the erhu could be a show, and there was hope of earning money to buy meat, Yan Changqing would have given up the erhu and concentrated on becoming a master of hidden weapons.

After all, who didn't have a martial arts dream back then!
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