Lin Hong stood in three-body posture for a day during the day, and at the end of the day, he felt pain all over his body.

Dragging his tired body, he returned home and saw his father cooking, so he said hello and lay down on the bed.

It was the first time he felt so tired, and after standing for a day, it was as if he had run more than a dozen laps around the car and wood factory, and his muscles were sore.

Still, despite his exhaustion, he couldn't sleep. So he closed his eyes, thought nothing in his head, rested for a while, and then got up.

"Dad, I'll go to Grandpa Xu's house to sleep today and help him keep vigil."

During the meal, Lin Hong said to his father.

Lin Changming sandwiched the only poached egg in the bowl into his son's bowl and nodded:

"Yes. Old Xu Tou came to tell me today. At night, remember to lock the doors and windows, and if a stranger calls the door, don't open the door anyway, you know? ”

"yes, I see!" Lin Hong divided the poached egg into two halves with chopsticks, and then gave half of it to his father, "Dad, we are one and a half." ”

Seeing this, Lin Changming showed a relieved smile on his face, and he rubbed his son's head:

"Alright, you can keep it for yourself."

He saw the recent changes in his son, and his heart was very happy.

Since he ran to Lao Xutou's side diligently, he found that his son had become more cheerful than before, and his grades in school had begun to improve, and he no longer handed in blank papers as before, and did not listen to lectures at all in class. Lin Changming attributed these regrettable changes to Lao Xutou's benign influence on his son, so he was very grateful to Lao Xutou in his heart.

Lin Hong no longer insisted, he was originally a big stomach, and he usually couldn't eat at all, although the old hen at home often laid eggs, but more often than not, he was sold by his father, so he couldn't often eat eggs.

After eating, Lin Hong remembered today's daytime, hesitated, and still said:

"Dad, I worship Grandpa Sun from the next village as my master today."

Lin Changming was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and when he heard his son's words, he couldn't help but stop the movements in his hands.

"Apprenticeship?"

Lin Changming's face became serious. At the same time, he also felt very strange in his heart, who would accept his son as an apprentice?

In the countryside, the more traditional behavior of "apprenticeship" is still relatively popular, whether it is the handicraft, service industry or entertainment industry, this professional folk custom has always existed. Of course, there are some in big cities, but now they are becoming rarer.

The traditional master-apprentice relationship is second only to the father-son relationship, and once the teacher learns the art, the parents don't even have the right to ask about the relevant content of the art.

"Apprenticeship" is a very serious and important thing, so Lin Changming has to take it seriously.

"Xiaohong, which grandfather is it?"

Lin Hong replied honestly: "Grandpa Sun said that his name is Sun Jingtai." ”

"Is that him?"

Lin Changming couldn't help but be stunned.

Sun Jingtai is an older generation figure in Shuanghe Village, the next village, and when it comes to him, the villagers within a radius of ten miles have to give a thumbs up in admiration.

Sun Jingtai learned martial arts since he was a child, and at the age of only 18, he joined the revolution to participate in the War of Resistance against Japan, and then he was out of control, and followed the large army to fight in the north and south of the river.

When he returned, he kept silent about his previous affairs and began to teach his apprentices in the village.

At that time, it was rumored that Sun Jingtai once served in the Central Guard Regiment, with the rank of major general, and specialized in protecting those bigwigs in the central government.

There are also rumors that he was just a small role in the army, and later offended others and couldn't get along, so he returned to his hometown.

Of course, there are other bizarre rumors, such as some people who even say that he did not become a soldier at all, but went to work as a bandit.

However, later the governor Liu Qingyuan once visited Sun Jingtai once, and after he turned him away, all the unfavorable rumors disappeared completely, and the entire Tanglin City knew that there was an old man named Sun Jingtai in Shuanghe Village who was very bullish, and even the governor dared to show his face.

However, it has been a long time since that incident, and there are relatively few people who know it now, Sun Jingtai is known, more because he is a grandmaster-level Xingyi Quan master, although he did not explicitly say that he would open a hall to teach apprentices, but he has already accepted several very powerful disciples, except for one of them who has been following him, several other disciples are all out of the world.

All in all, Sun Jingtai is a very awesome character, and such a person actually accepted his son as an apprentice, which made Lin Changming feel very puzzled and surprised.

So he asked about the detailed process of Lin Hong's apprenticeship, and Lin Hong said helplessly:

"Today I went to Grandpa Xu's house, and it happened that Grandpa Xu had something to go out, and he came to play chess with Grandpa Xu again. Seeing that no one was playing chess with him, he insisted on pulling me to play with him, and I said that he couldn't, but he wanted to teach me, and told me that if I won the game, he would teach me kung fu...... Later, I played three games with him, and he lost them all, so he kept his agreement and accepted me as a registered disciple. ”

After Lin Changming listened to his son's words, there was a black line at one end.

He couldn't imagine the situation at that time, his son became the other party's registered disciple in such a daze, which made him a little crying and laughing.

Originally, he wanted to lead his son and bring something to the door for a formal visit, but now that he heard Lin Hong say this, he was a little undecided. After all, this is Lin Hong's one-sided statement, if the other party is just joking for a while, or Lin Hong misunderstands Sun Jingtai's meaning, then he will be laughing and generous.

Therefore, Lin Changming finally decided to ignore it, let it develop, and simply pretend that he didn't know anything.

It was not yet dark, and Lin Hong came to the scrap yard early. It's only about a kilometer away from his home, which is very close.

"There's no one to bother me now, right?"

Lin Hong's heart was hot again, he closed the door of the scrap yard early, then shrank into Lao Xutou's room, and sat in front of the radio station with excitement.

"Smack."

He turned on the power switch, and immediately a "rustle" sound came from the speaker.

Now he can read some of the buttons on the radio panel, and he also knows that the radio can use both frequency modulation and amplitude modulation to search for signals.

Lin Hong slowly turned the two buttons of amplitude modulation and frequency modulation, listening to the various sounds coming out of the speaker. After a while, the sweet voices of the announcers of several radio stations in the province could be clearly heard from the speakers. But he didn't stop, this was not the radio wave he was looking for, he wanted to find the same radio wave as last time, which could talk directly to others.

However, the difficulty of searching for this kind of private radio wave was much more difficult than Lin Hong expected, he originally thought that he could find such a signal smoothly, but he searched for several hours in a row, and he didn't even hear a similar sound.

He didn't give up, so he simply took off the microphone, held down the call button, and shouted directly "Hey, does anyone hear" for a long time, but no one responded.

What went wrong?

Lin Hong couldn't help but be a little anxious, he twisted the FM and AM knobs on the panel indiscriminately, trying to try his luck, but the final result still disappointed him, and the constant sound from the speaker was still a little irritating "rustling".

Lin Hong took a few deep breaths and told himself that he couldn't be in a hurry.

Didn't the communication be successfully established that day? As long as you do it like last time, you'll be fine.

Thinking of this, Lin Hong immediately closed his eyes, trying to recall the picture of the conversation with the capital man that day. The clips of the first call kept flashing in my mind, but because I was too excited at the time, I was so focused on the content of the conversation that I wasn't very impressed by the content on the panel.

The image kept flashing in front of my eyes, again and again, from blurry to clear.

In the end, Lin Hong "saw" that the small LCD screen showed a frequency of 7.0*MHz, and he could only "see" the first two clearly, and the last one was too vague for him to recall.

However, with this result, Lin Hong was very satisfied, and he already knew the reason why he couldn't receive private radio waves before-the frequency of his previous search bands was too low.