At the beginning of 1928, in the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, the National Revolutionary Army prepared for the Second Northern Expedition, and the great cause of the reunification of the North and the South was carried out again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin ......"

In a dilapidated thatched house, a white-bearded old man wore a shabby robe in the style of the Qing Dynasty, with a small bowler hat, a long braid behind the old man's back, and looked at the thread-bound books in his hand with a pair of reading glasses, but the words read aloud were so loud and not showing a trace of old age.

In front of the old man, there were more than a dozen children of about eight or nine years old, in front of them were simple tables and chairs, and some even stood in the back, among which there was a guy with a figure of about one meter four, but he looked very thin, but the swarthy face, as well as the big eyes full of vitality, were very likable.

At a glance, it is obviously much older than this group of children, that is, the king of children, from time to time at that time to grin, sometimes to grimace, sometimes to imitate the old man...... made all kinds of expressions, causing a group of children to cover their mouths and laugh secretly.

The old man frowned, raised his head, looked at the students who were quietly listening, glanced at the tall boy behind him, and continued to read his article.

The boy was quite surprised to see that the old man did not notice him, and the corners of his mouth curled, and then he paced behind him in the same way as the old man, and the children behind him were even bigger and smaller, and some even laughed out loud, but the old man did not seem to notice it, and was still reading.

"You kid, the people in the village say that you are a ghost and elf, and you can't forget it, you can memorize an article by listening to a word, then I will test you now, and I will memorize the article I just read to you."

The old man took the book in his hand and staggered towards the tall and thin boy.

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin ......"

The tall and thin boy jumped to his position very quickly, which immediately caused the others to burst into laughter, and the tall and thin boy did not look good at all, and quickly waved his hand to make the group of boys stop laughing.

But the more he was like this, the louder the group of children laughed, and finally had no choice but to change their words: "Grandpa, I don't dare next time, you spare me!" ”

The old man's eyes, which were originally a little cloudy, were like eagles in the air at this moment, very sharp, and he quickly pulled out a ring ruler from behind him and slapped it on the boy's buttocks.

Seeing this, he didn't say a word, pushed away a boy next to him, and drilled out of the window next to him, only to hear a snort, and the papier-mâché window burst with the sound, but then there was a scream.

Seeing this, the old man scolded: "You loser, how about the ingredients for you today?" ”

The boy touched the swollen bag on his forehead on the grass outside, and shouted into the hut: "I said grandpa, you are murdering your own grandson, is there such a ruthless grandfather as you?" ”

The old man was helped out by a group of children at the moment, looking very weak, staring at Xiao Binzi and said: "You stinky boy, can you let grandpa save some snacks, every day with that grandson of Sun Laocai's grandson gags, don't learn no skills, it's better to learn more from me with this kung fu, and you can also get a reputation or something in the future?" ”

The boy squatted on the ground, looked at his grandfather and said a little helplessly: "My grandfather, what age is this, the Qing Dynasty has long since perished, where is there any fame, I listen to the storyteller in the town, there are warlords outside, and they are in a mess, and they are still famous, I think it is better for me to eat and drink enough, and be a ruffian." ”

The old man's angry white beard kept trembling and said angrily: "Zhong, you ...... Zhenzhong, although I think Ye Xuan is not rich and five cars, but in the Qing Dynasty, he is also a famous talent, so the reputation of the entire county is not to be said, how can there be such a grandson as you who corrupts the family style. ”

Ye Xuan, is the only talent in Mengying Village and even the entire Yangshan Collection, that is, the rich man in the village is respectful to him, it is said that when the Qing Dynasty was still there, this old man was the friend and master of the county order of JX County, and later the Qing Dynasty died, and his friend died in a few years.

As for Mr. Ye, he seems to have an unrelenting affection for the Qing Dynasty, and he refuses to cut off the long braids on the back of his head, which causes many people to criticize him, but Mr. Ye is a talent after all, and he really can't find a second person in these ten miles and eight towns, and he is really talented and learned, just looking at the collection of books at home, he knows that everyone in ten miles and eight towns is still counting on him to guide his juniors, so he respects him a lot, and he is forced to die for a few years or cut his braids.

And the guy who broke the window and fled is Ye Chunlei, the grandson of the old man Ye, not to mention that the old man took this "spring thunder", it has a deep meaning, implying that the spring thunder is rolling in, and all things are awakening, which is very auspicious, and the entire Ye family is still counting on this kid to glorify his ancestors.

It's a pity that the current Ye Chunlei is also twelve years old, and he is also very strong, don't look at the fact that he is only twelve years old, but he is a head taller than his peers, and he is one meter six, but in the eyes of Old Man Ye, this guy is a fool, he doesn't learn and has no skills, he doesn't want to forge ahead, and he is 108,000 miles away from his goal.

Ye Chunlei was even happier when he heard his grandfather's words, he couldn't help but hold his stomach and laugh, pointed at Old Man Ye and said, "Grandpa, grandpa, you are embarrassed to say, I don't want to ruin your reputation, I think back then, grandma told me who wrote a lot of ......"

"Stinky boy, do you really want to be smoked?"

When Old Man Ye heard this, he hurriedly stopped it, if this kid told him about his courtship to his grandmother and then spread it, where would his old face go, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart, this old woman is not responsible for speaking, can this thing be talked about everywhere, especially his own mouthy grandson.

Ye Chunlei naturally knew that this kind of thing was talked about too much, and his grandfather's face was not good-looking, so he immediately stopped talking, and just smiled: "Grandpa, I want to go to Yang SX Mountain to see them practice martial arts." ”

Old Man Ye frowned, if this kid is really obsessed with martial arts, it is nothing, but there are many places that I have heard that the army is catching strong men, isn't this a good sign? Looking up at the sky, he seemed to think of something, and said to Xiao Binzi: "Grandson, come here, does it hurt, let grandpa rub it." ”

Ye Chunlei saw his grandfather's amiability on his face, and he also knew that his grandfather was only fierce to him because he didn't do his job properly and didn't learn anything, usually grandpa didn't mention how much he hurt himself, but in the past few years, since his parents left, the old man seems to be a little short-tempered, and the usual old man with a lot of sven has instantly become a "butcher" who beats people at every turn.

"Grandpa, I don't hurt, really, I secretly practiced iron head skills."

Ye Chunlei rubbed his forehead, walked over, and picked up his hair, showing it to the old man, the old man looked at his grandson with a loving face, his eyes were full of expectation, touched Ye Chunlei's forehead and smiled: "Silly child, if you hurt, won't grandpa hurt anymore, but you broke the window paper that your grandmother just made, what do you say, your grandma is old, and you don't have to worry about it, hey, you said that if I replace the rattan branches with iron rods, you still have to open your head, and you have iron head skills, you kid can jump, right?" ”

Ye Chunlei suddenly remembered the grandmother at home, now that the sunset has set half of the mountain, it is getting dark, looking at the window that was broken by himself, and helping his grandfather and saying, "Grandpa, I will go home and help grandma cook the pot, Zhongbei!" ”