(Since everyone thinks 35-36 is a bit abrupt, well, I'll add a paragraph on Saturday, and the character of the protagonist will also be slightly modified in front of it, which won't affect the full text, thank you for your criticism!) Lao Drunk is a pure newcomer.,When I first started writing.,I was going to write a pure love article.,Later, someone woke up and changed the outline.,So there may be a hard wound at the beginning.,Thank you for your support.,I'll do fine-tuning ^_^)

Although the Wild Boar King is very human, it only listens to Chen Chen's words, and no one else can control it. Chen Chen definitely couldn't take it back to the town, so he fostered it in Zhang Xu's house, and he was afraid that without his own constraints, it would not be good if it went out and hurt people, so he had to find a way to place it in the best of both worlds.

Chen Chen patted its head and said with a smile: "I'll give you a name, seeing that you are so big and powerful, I will call you King Kong in the future!" King Kong, it's not convenient for me to take you away now, if you understand my difficulties, go back to Qingxi Mountain for the time being, and I promise you that I will come and pick you up from the mountain for two months at most, okay? ”

When he said this, he didn't expect the Boar King to understand, after all, no matter how human he was, he couldn't understand what he was saying. But the Wild Boar King seemed to understand Chen Chen's mood, and after whining twice, he stood up obediently, rubbed his hand with his head, and then howled, as if to say that master, you must keep your promise, and you must come to me.

King Kong snorted twice, glanced back at Chen Chen reluctantly, and then walked towards the mountain step by step, looking sideways at him from time to time, as if expecting Chen Chen to change his mind and change his mind.

"Let's go! I'll be sure to pick you up in two months. Chen Chen shouted, King Kong raised his head and howled when he heard it, and he violently spread his iron hooves and ran towards the deep mountains like thunder, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye......

Chen Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said to Zhang Xu with a smile: "You must build a pig farm within two months, don't let me break my word and get fat." ”

Zhang Xu said with a smile: "Chen Shao, don't worry, are you afraid that you won't find someone to work if you have money?" It's a big deal that I'll find more people to start construction at the same time, and make sure that it will be built before the end of the year. ”

"That's good." Chen Chen nodded and said, "It's almost four o'clock, let's hurry home, the matter of King Kong will be kept secret for the time being, let's just say that we only walked around the periphery of Qingxi Mountain." ”

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Back at Zhang Xu's house, Chen Chen saw that his parents and Zhang Xu's parents were playing mahjong there very calmly, and he didn't ask them where they went after seeing them come in, which made the four people who were worried breathe a sigh of relief. After Chen Chen washed his face, he walked behind his mother and pinched her shoulder, and at the same time looked at his mother's cards......

I'm going, do you mean that the birthday star's card luck will be more prosperous? Chen Chen was a little speechless and looked at his mother's all the cards, and he had already listened to the cards, Hu six or ninety-thousand, if this one was Hu by his mother, the other three were estimated to lose to the bottom, no wonder his mother didn't even bother to ask where they went, and his emotional attention was all on this game!

Mahjong, like Peking Opera, is the quintessence of China, and there are many lovers. However, since the beginning of modern times, due to the development of television and movies and other multimedia technologies, the number of people who like Peking Opera has been decreasing day by day, and in the new millennium, this situation has become even more serious, basically people under the age of 40 rarely watch or listen to Peking Opera, and to be honest, if there are no subtitles, most people cannot even understand what Peking Opera is singing.

Not only Peking Opera, but also several other local theaters are facing the same dilemma. Jiangshan Province is the birthplace of Yue Opera, but by the generation of Chen Chen's parents, the number of people who like to listen to Yue Opera has been decreasing, and the local Yue Opera groups have bloomed everywhere from their heyday to now they have closed down, and it is only 20 years, many outstanding Yue Opera actors have to find another way to make a living and give up their acting careers in Yue Opera, resulting in no successors to Yue Opera, and they are frequently withering, which is embarrassing.

The situation of mahjong is diametrically opposite, probably because Chinese people generally have gambling in their bones, and the number of people who like to play mahjong is increasing. And because mahjong is not complicated, simple and easy to learn, as long as it is not mentally retarded idiots, children over the age of nine sit on the side and watch for a day, without adults deliberately teaching to see a clear understanding, so after entering the new millennium, the age of mahjong friends has a tendency to be younger. Speaking of shame, in the last life, Chen Chen was twenty years old when he learned to play mahjong, and the people who taught him were the two nine-year-old twin granddaughters of the second grandfather's family, shame!

With the age of my parents, my parents and Zhang Xu's parents, it is obvious that they are all old friends, and after a few rounds of play, it is basically clear what cards the other party wants. Seeing my mother pick up the cylinder words and throw them away, there was no pause at all, and her heart was like a mirror, and she pressed down the 10,000 cards in her hand, and she didn't die.

Mom was helpless and disappointed again to hit a nine-cylinder, was touched by the father sitting opposite, threw out a three-rope, and then was eaten by Uncle Zhang, and played a south wind. The old mother reached out to touch the card, and after reaching halfway, she retracted it again, and said, "Son, come and help your mother touch one, and borrow your luck to use it." ”

"No problem, see me figure it out!" Chen Chen said with a smile.

Dad snorted and said, "You think you are the god of gambling, and if you say Hu Qing, you will be Hu Qing!" ”

Chen Chen smiled and said: "Dad touched it well, Uncle Zhang ate well, if this card is really the one that Mom wants, you deserve it, who told you to eat indiscriminately." ”

"Hmph, that's a lot, it's time for you to touch the cards, I don't believe it's such a coincidence." Dad rolled his eyes.

Chen Chen smiled, stretched out his hand and grabbed the card without looking at it, and pushed down the card in his mother's hand, and said with a smile: "Then I'm sorry, the front of the door is clear, how many times you count!" ”

The three of them stretched out their heads to look, and sure enough, Chen Chen happened to be holding Zhang Jiuwan in his hand, and he really found out to himself......

Dad's face turned black in an instant, he twitched the corners of his mouth, threw the playing cards on the table speechlessly, and complained: "Little San, you will make trouble as soon as you come, now it's okay, lose until before liberation, don't play, don't play." ”

"Good son, what a lucky boy for me!" Mom smiled, stretched out her hand to my father and said, "Don't be a fool, give money and give money." ”

Chen De touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "Wife, don't be real, I only have two hundred yuan of cigarette money every month, you don't have to kill them all." ”

"That's just the right way to quit smoking, killing two birds with one stone." Mom unceremoniously scraped Dad's pockets clean, and everyone present looked at each other, and then smiled.

Tonight's dinner was extraordinarily rich, with game, fresh vegetables, and a mixture of herbs such as yellow eel king stew and steamed turtle king. Fortunately, Zhang Xu's home is an earthen stove, and the iron pot is extra-large, otherwise it may not be able to hold the old turtle king the size of a grinding plate......

These two dishes are great for replenishing vitality, Chen Chen drank a mouthful of old turtle soup, and after his stomach, he suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his body, the whole body was warm, and his spine was slightly hot, which was very comfortable.

"No wonder people say that they are poor and rich in martial arts, and those who learn martial arts have much higher requirements for diet and nourishment than ordinary people, and they can't cultivate a real master of national arts without a little family background!" Chen Chen sighed with emotion, the reason why his uncles and aunts did not practice Xingyi boxing well was because of their talents, but they were not trapped by family conditions.

If a person can't even eat enough, what can he use to nourish the spirit and spirit consumed by martial arts training? If you continue to lose money like this for a long time, even if you have excellent talent and have cultivated to an extremely high level, you will lose your longevity and die young due to excessive consumption of essence and energy!

The original purpose of martial arts practitioners is to strengthen the body and eventually reach the realm of unity between heaven and man. However, limited by personal talent, of course, not everyone can have such high achievements, but it is an indisputable fact that practicing martial arts can prolong life. Most of the Chinese national arts are derived from the ancestors' perception of all things in nature, and this artistic conception of pursuing natural harmony enables people to stimulate their potential, improve their physique, and strengthen their bodies in the process of cultivation. If you follow nature and have skills, the longevity of martial artists should be far above the average person, but unfortunately in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, this situation was just the opposite.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, it was the golden age of Chinese national arts, and many masters of national arts appeared, as well as great masters such as Yang Luchan, Guo Yunshen, Sun Lutang, Dong Haichuan, and Du Xinwu. But it coincided with the great changes in the national disaster and the withering of the people's livelihood, because they did not lay a good foundation and cultivate the yuan since childhood, many national art masters did not live past the age of seventy, which is sad and lamentable!

In the more than 100 years from the end of the Qing Dynasty to the beginning of reform and opening up, the national art declined, and there were no great grandmaster-level leaders, also due to the same reason. However, this bad situation has been greatly improved in the past 20 years, with the increase of China's national strength, the people's living standards have also been steadily improved, at least the problem of food and clothing has been solved, and it is not difficult to replenish from time to time......

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