Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 300
Wan Feng woke up very early the next day, thanks to his habit of waking up and exercising every morning.

Even though he couldn't use his fists here, he still used the bed to do dozens of push-ups, and then woke Zhang Xian up to eat breakfast.

In 1980, you couldn’t find the breakfast stalls that can be seen everywhere in the later generations on the streets, and you had to go to a restaurant for breakfast.

At the same restaurant as yesterday, Wan Feng drank a bowl of millet porridge and a salted duck egg, Zhang Xian drank more than him, a bowl of porridge, a salted duck egg, and a sliced ​​green onion cake, which cost a total of [-] cents.

"Where are we going now?" Zhang Xian asked after breakfast.

It is around 06:30 in the morning, and it seems a little early to go to people's homes.

"Let's go for a stroll first, and later we'll see someone identify the door."

The two wandered on the street until the shops along the way opened.

After strolling around for a while to see that it was almost eight o'clock, Wan Feng and Zhang Xian bought gifts in a shop and took the tram to Sigou.

Sigou, near Bohai Port, was called the Red House before liberation. From the period of Tsarist Russian rule, this was the area where coolies working on Bohai Port gathered until after liberation.

It is said that during the Qing Dynasty, there was a Thanksgiving Temple here in a ravine. It was named after the temple's ruins were submerged in the reservoir when the reservoir was built in the later period.

After arriving at Sigou, enthusiastic people told Wan Feng where he was looking for, and they found a big courtyard without any problems.

"May I ask the old Mr. Zhang Xitang's house here?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Wan Feng was invited into the yard by a young man in his twenties.

The yard is very big, except for the left and right side rooms, there is a large open space in the middle, which is also very interesting. The yard is full of exercise equipment such as stone locks, barbells, and horizontal bars.

A vigorous old man in his 60s or [-]s stood at the door of the main room, thinking that Wan Feng was here to learn art.

At this time, it was time for Wan Feng to declare his family name.

"I'm Zhang Guangpu's disciple, but I'm not considered an official disciple, because he didn't formally accept me as a disciple. This time he asked me to bring some local products from Hongya." Wan Feng took the things Zhang Guangpu asked him to bring from his bag. When I took it out, I didn't know what was in the two small bags.

Wan Feng respectfully handed the small bag to the young man, and at the same time handed the gift to the young man.

"This is my gift, a little heart is not a respect."

Wan Feng's gifts were two bottles of Xishui Laojiao and two tinfoil wraps for Jiang Fan. These gifts cost him more than ten yuan, which were considered important gifts at the time.

If Zhang Guangpu formally accepted him as an apprentice, the old man at the door would be his master, and the young man who opened the door for him would be his uncle.

But even so, Wan Feng still had to call the old man Grandpa and the young man Uncle.

The young man was Zhang Guangdong, Zhang Guangpu's third younger brother. What Wan Feng didn't know was that Zhang Guangdong was very famous in Sigou.

Zhang Guangdong was so proficient in wrestling that three or five ordinary people couldn't get close to him.

Zhang Guangpu didn't mention these things to him.

Before liberation, this was the place where coolies gathered, mainly for loading and unloading ships. They did not have the strength or good health to carry the work for the Tsarist Russians and Orientals, and then they did it for self-protection.

Good and evil are mixed here, and it's really impossible to protect yourself without a bit of effort.

So some people spontaneously started practicing martial arts and wrestling.

The Zhang family came from Guannei, and their ancestral fast wrestling soon became famous here. Before liberation, they had many disciples. In the later period of the Anti-Japanese War, they had dozens of open and dark struggles with the Orientals, and they sent valuable information many times. To the party's underground organization.

Now, although the Zhang family no longer opens their doors to teach apprentices, there are still wrestling enthusiasts in the city gathering to compete in martial arts.

It wasn't that Wanfeng had only been sitting here for more than half an hour, and no less than four or five people came to this yard to testify and discuss with each other.

When Zhang Guangdong heard that his elder brother gave Wan Feng the wrestling book, he was quite surprised, and Wan Feng's eyes widened even more when he said that he had already started practicing the last set of wrestling techniques.

"Have you mastered the first two sets?"

Wan Feng was a little confused when asked, and nodded in a dazed way.

He didn't think there was anything strange about the routines in that wrestling book either.

"Have you practiced the cracking method?"

"Master taught."

"Come, come, let's fight twice." Zhang Guangdong pulled Wan Feng up.

Isn't that ridiculous? With his 13-year-old body, he can't be Zhang Guangdong's opponent. Although he once drew with Zhang Guangpu at home, they let him have one hand.

There is a huge difference between one less hand and one less hand in wrestling.

"I'll let you have one hand." Zhang Guangdong inserted one hand into the exercise belt.

Let Wan Feng dare to gesture with one hand, at least he won't be thrown into a shape, and it would be hypocritical to be polite, so Wan Feng entered the venue unceremoniously, putting on airs.

The Zhang family’s fast wrestling originated from Baoding. There is still a big difference between the traditional wrestling technique and the improved Chinese style wrestling. The basic movements are 璺, don’t, carry, pull, pick, collapse, cut, kuai, grind , hit and so on.

Because there was no reason for improvement, the Zhang family's wrestling was mainly practical without those fancy performance moves, so Wan Feng and Zhang Guangdong only confronted each other for no more than two seconds before falling together.

Here Zhang Guangdong has an oolong probing the claws, Wan Feng is back to the rhinoceros looking at the moon, Zhang Guangdong has another elbow lock, and Wan Feng has a twist...

You come and I have a great time throwing at two people.

Even though Zhang Guangdong gave up his hand, Wan Feng also knew that he couldn't face the opponent head-on, no matter what the age gap was there, so he walked around Zhang Guangdong with a quick movement, and when he had the opportunity, I attacked. If I can't catch it, I won't let you catch it.

The two fell for a long time, but Zhang Guangdong really didn't knock Wan Feng down.

"No, you're cheating, don't keep walking around like a mouse." Zhang Guangdong laughed angrily, why did the eldest brother accept such a slippery apprentice.

Wan Feng curled his lips: "Uncle, let me throw you head-on, I can't beat you even with one hand, I'm not stupid."

"How about I let you back up?"

Wan Feng shook his head like a rattle: "Don't do it, Master has done this before. He rolled over and knocked me down. My small body can't handle your size, so I won't suffer."

"But how can you practice like this?"

"I don't go to the competition and I don't point to this to eat. I just practice twice to buy myself time to escape in case of any emergency. Why should I practice it?"

Zhang Guangdong was speechless, is there such a person?
At this moment, the door rang and a person came in.

"Master, I'm here to see you again, hey, are you competing with someone?"

Wan Feng turned his head to see who was coming, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

This guy is also learning wrestling here?
Something seems wrong, there must be something wrong in this world.

　One more!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)