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Blue sky, white clouds, verdant mountains, a small river winds through the valley and flows into the distance.

From a distance, in a hazy verdant valley at the foot of the mountains, smoke fills the sky, and there is a village that looks like about a hundred households.

On closer inspection, the valley was not small, and the small river that came out of the mountains flowed through the middle of the verdant valley and quietly glided in front of the village. At first glance, the river resembles a jade belt that binds the village to the mountains.

The name of the river is "Quicksand River", and the name comes from the fact that the water of the river is crystal clear and the water flow is gentle, and even the fine sand particles at the bottom of the riverbed can be clearly seen when people stand by the river.

In the early morning, a thin layer of water vapor rises from the surface of the river, and the mist is misty, like a light veil mask, as if it is looming. The tender green grass by the river is still dripping with crystal dewdrops, and an unknown cluster of small flowers in the east and west can be faintly seen everywhere, white, red, and pink. The weeping willows that grow densely on both sides of the bank sway gently in the wind, and the mulberry trees that bear fruit can be seen in the gaps in the fluttering willow branches. At this moment, the quicksand river is obviously exceptionally quiet and warm.

There are also a few bun-horned shepherd boys playing in the meadow by the river, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time, and not far away, a few fat buffaloes are leisurely eating the tender grass, and the tail flicking of the buffalo startles the frog from time to time.

On a big rock by the river, an old man wearing a bamboo hat sits leisurely, and he is now fishing with a fishing rod. However, seeing his leisurely appearance, it seems that he is not catching fish, but time.

To the east of the Liusha River is a large area of green rice fields, and the rice seedlings are in the time of growing ears, and the breeze blows, graceful and colorful, as if they are dancing happily, and they are also like welcoming the tired guests who wander here from afar. At this moment, there are still many early risers in the rice fields who are pulling weeds back and forth, attentive and attentive, as if they are taking care of their own children.

There is a stone arch bridge over the river, which seems to have been built for many years, and the villagers have to cross this bridge every day when they go to work in the fields.

The village is located just west of the creek. Due to the rainy weather in the south, most southerners live in tiled houses, and this village is also like this.

I saw that the tile houses in the village were overlapped, the height was undulating, the cooking smoke was curling, and a few quiet village alleys were faintly visible in the thin morning mist.

This village was originally named "Lijiazhuang" because most of the people in the village were surnamed Li, but later due to the increasing number of longevity elderly people in the village, it became a well-known longevity village in the county, and was renamed "Gao Laozhuang" by the county government.

According to the village elders, the word "high" means longevity, and the word "old" means the elderly, implying that there are many old people living long in this village.

To the north of Gao Laozhuang, separated by a few acres of rice fields, there is a large tiled house built alone, which seems to be separated from the whole village, which is very abrupt.

Living in this tiled house is an outdoor family, and the male owner's surname is Fu Mingquan. Speaking of this man, there is a tragic story.

That happened ten years ago, Fu Quan's hometown fell for ten days in a row of heavy rain, the mountain rocks were washed away by the flood and the surface became soft and loose, so one night there was a huge mudslide. Floods and mudslides have wiped out entire villages at the foot of the mountain. Fu Quan's parents were swept away and swallowed up by the rapid flood in the blink of an eye, and never returned.

Fu Quan was holding the tall thousand-year-old camphor tree in front of the door with his strength and strength, and only exposed his head to the water. In this way, he persevered in the flood for a day and a night before the flood slowly subsided. At this time, the village was gone, leaving only a thick layer of mud and ruins, and he was exhausted and slowly climbed down from the tree and escaped from life. But his arms also fell ill because of this, and he was sore every rainy day.

Fu Quan is the only son in the family, only 16 years old at the time, after the flood, his hometown was destroyed, there was no relative, he had to flee all the way alone, he wandered to Gao Laozhuang with hunger and cold.

The owner of Gao Laozhuang is surnamed Li Ciping, who is charitable by nature and has a good reputation, and is a famous good person within a radius of nearly 100 miles. Seeing that the young man was pitiful, the owner of Li Zhuang immediately felt pity, and immediately gave Fu Quan some food and old clothes, and let him live in the abandoned old mill in the north of the village.

Later, the owner of the village, Li Ciping, learned from the idle conversation that he had a good skill in iron-making, so he organized the villagers to help renovate the old mill, so that he usually repaired the farm tools for the villagers and made some farm tools, and also saved the craftsman shop seven or eight miles away.

Since then, Fu Quan has settled in Gaolaozhuang, and made a living by striking iron, although his life is not rich, but he can also fill his stomach.

Over time, the people of Gao Laozhuang called him "Fu Blacksmith" because of his superb iron-making skills and the sturdy and durable agricultural tools he created, but forgot his original name.

Time flies, the years are urging, ten years have passed quickly, and Fu Quan has been fully accepted by the people of Lijiazhuang.

Seven years ago, with his excellent family blacksmithing skills and honest style of dealing with people, the simple Fu blacksmith married a down-and-out talented daughter in Lijiazhuang, and the husband and wife loved each other, although they were poor but also happy, and gave birth to a lovely Lin'er in the coming year.

In the blink of an eye, the child is six years old this year, born with thin eyebrows, a delicate mouth and nose, and is endearing. As a talented grandfather, Li Cinian, named the child Fu Lou, meaning that he hoped that he would be able to go to the next level in the future and set foot on Qingyun Road.

Fu Lou has been smart since he was a child, and his nature is very well-behaved, he likes to go to his grandfather's house and follow his grandfather to learn hyphenation.

Although Fu Lou is young, he has an extraordinary memory, he is already full of scriptures at a young age, he knows everything about piano, chess, books, and paintings, and he has just entered the palace, and he has a taste, especially in terms of piano skills, and his comprehension is very strong.

Fu Lou's talent, of course, made his grandfather like a treasure, he liked Fu Lou very much, and he was happy all day long, and tried his best to teach Fu Lou, hoping that the little grandson could embark on the road of scientific research, gain fame, and seek an official and a half-post in the future, so as to glorify the ancestors and strengthen the lintel.

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Before dawn, before dawn, there was a crisp and tender sound of "hey, ha" from the willow forest along the river north of Gao Laozhuang, and occasionally a few crisp bird calls.

Since Fu Lou was three years old, Fu Blacksmith asked his son Fu Lou to practice a kind of exercise. This exercise is combined with the Nine Palaces footwork, moving and leaping from time to time, with a hey and a haha in the mouth, and all kinds of strange but simple movements with both hands.

It is said that this exercise was handed down by the ancestors of the Fu family, and the name of the exercise was "Shaoyang Gong", and the real gong was as its name. This exercise is masculine and solid when practiced, and it is most suitable for practicing from an early age. At the beginning, the Fu family relied on this technique to cultivate generations of outstanding blacksmiths.

It is rumored that the ancestor of the Fu family once had a great general. The general has practiced Shaoyang Gong to the extreme, and his gestures show majestic strength, which seems to be inexhaustible. The general, who was born as a blacksmith, was drafted into the army at the age of fifteen, promoted to general at the age of twenty, and became a general at the age of thirty. The great general was so powerful and of great physique that he held a sledgehammer weighing five hundred pounds in each hand as a weapon, so that there was no suitable mount that could support him. Every time before the battle, the general was covered with thick iron armor, and when the enemy and I were fighting, he rushed to the front of the battle with arrows, faster than ordinary horses, and had the courage of ten thousand people, like a big hammer to disrupt the opponent's formation. Because of this, many people behind his back call him "General Iron Hammer".

Fu Quan did not expect Fu Lou to become a general, but hoped that Fu Lou could also inherit the family's iron-striking skills, which was not only Fu Quan's simple intention, but also the ancestral training of the Fu family. Moreover, Fu Quan's family of three is now living in Gao Laozhuang, if Fu Lou has a skill in the future, it is good to take root in Gao Laozhuang from now on, so Fu Quan asked Fu Lou to start practicing "Shaoyang Gong" since he was a child.

Fu Lou's grandfather, Li Cinian, as a talent, thinks that "everything is inferior, only reading is high", and eagerly hopes that his little grandson can embark on the road of scientific examination, of course, he does not approve of Fu Lou to practice this so-called "Shaoyang Gong".

According to Fu Lou's grandfather's words, what is "Shaoyang Gong"? Isn't it "iron-striking skills"? It can be seen that he despised the trade-of iron-striking from the bottom of his heart, and resolutely opposed Fu Lou's practice of Shaoyanggong, and also opposed him to inherit the Fu family's ancestral trade, believing that he had buried talents.

However, Fu Blacksmith strongly asked Fu Lou to practice "Shaoyang Gong" many times, but Li Cinian had a resolute attitude and refused to allow it every time.

In desperation, Fu Blacksmith had no choice but to secretly let Fu Lou go to the grove north of the village to practice "Shaoyang Gong" before dawn, and instructed Fu Lou not to tell his grandfather about the practice, so as not to cause his grandfather to lose his temper and become entangled.

Fu Lou is very enthusiastic about Shaoyang Gong, and he is not sloppy at all in his practice.

After a few years of exercise, Fu Lou looks more sturdy and well-proportioned than his peers in the village, and he always seems to have endless strength all over his body.

It's strange to say that in the past few years of practicing "Shaoyang Gong", Fu Lou's memory is even more extraordinary, reading books at a glance and ten lines, almost never forgetting, so he is far superior to his peers in the village in terms of knowledge, and even much better than the teenagers who are a few years older than him. At this time, Fu Lou's whole person looked elegant and handsome, but he did not lose his masculinity.

Fu Lou's grandfather saw that Fu Lou was getting smarter and smarter, outstanding in all aspects, and he was even more overjoyed, and he seemed to have seen Fu Lou's bright future.

Blacksmith Fu was also very satisfied with Fu Lou's progress in Shaoyang Gong, and was secretly overjoyed. Fu Lou's mother only cares about Fu Lou's food and clothing, and rarely participates in other aspects.

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