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"Little mute, help me get a rope. Fisherman Zhang Youde said.

Guo Yang silently walked into the house, took out a rope, and handed it to Zhang Youde.

"Well, okay, it's okay. You go play with the little shrimp. Zhang Youde shouted loudly while working.

As if he hadn't heard, Guo Yang walked to the firewood stack silently and began to chop firewood.

Zhang Youde looked at the thin back, sighed secretly, and said in his heart: "What a good child, it's a pity that he's a dumb person." ”

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Guo Yang stayed in Qingbaishi. The fishermen kindly found him a place to stay, in a hut at the head of the village. It used to be a place where people stacked their fishing nets, but it was slowly abandoned and idle.

At the beginning, everyone asked a lot of words, Guo Yang didn't know how to answer, so he stood stunned. Everyone looked at him sympathetically, and someone inadvertently said "It turned out to be a little mute". So everyone called him the little mute.

And Guo Yang is also happy to be a little mute. He was afraid that his thick local accent would reveal his identity and bring disaster to himself.

In addition, he slowly discovered that being dumb has the benefits of being dumb.

Anyway, he didn't have much to say, he just wanted to mix a bite to eat, and he wanted to find a chance to cross the river.

Originally, everyone discussed it and felt that an eight- or nine-year-old child's house to eat at someone's house was just a matter of filling a bowl with two chopsticks. But Guo Yang doesn't want to eat and drink for nothing, he will work for half a day at whom's house he eats, and he is diligent with his hands and feet, and he has work in his eyes.

In less than a month, the whole small fishing village fell in love with this little mute.

The only pity is that Guo Yang is a mute person and can't talk to those friends in the village.

Gradually, the little ones found it boring to be with a mute, so they stopped coming to play with him.

And Guo Yang was also happy to be idle, and after helping others finish their work, he took a bowl of rice from the family, and turned around and returned to his thatched hut for the time being.

As soon as he had time, he quietly took out the book and read it, following the arrow on the pattern, trying to make the cool air in his lower abdomen.

In the first two or three months, there was no movement at all, which made Guo Yang very depressed. But he persevered, thinking that maybe his method was wrong.

After several months of trying, one evening, the air mass in Guo Yang's lower abdomen finally moved slightly.

Guo Yang was overjoyed, so he continued to guide and let that mass of qi enter the meridians.

At first, there was a trace, and later, after Guo Yang's continuous insistence, a small breath drilled into the meridians.

Guo Yang sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, and with a wisp of thought, he channeled it into the small black dots that ran through his back.

About half an hour later, this faint air flow finally pierced through the upper jaw and poured into his mouth through Guo Yang's tongue, turning into a mass of fluid.

Guo Yang swallowed this mass of jin liquid into his abdomen. Suddenly, a long-lost coolness ran through his body, making Guo Yang can't help but want to cheer.

However, Guo Yang held back. He continued to guide the mass of qi, repeatedly circulating in the fixed channel in his body, and gradually, he entered a state of forgetting both things and himself.

This is a night's sitting. Hearing that the fishermen outside were packing up their wooden boats and preparing to go fishing, Guo Yang slowly opened his eyes.

After sleeping overnight, the air flow circulated in his body many times, Guo Yang not only did not feel sleepy, but felt extremely energetic, and his whole body seemed to have endless energy.

He pushed open the door and walked out of the hut.

Guo Yang has to find a job to do, otherwise, today's meal will be bad.

"Little mute, your brother Zhuzi has an uncomfortable stomach today and can't sit on the boat, so you can go fishing with me. A fisherman named Sun Datou shouted.

Guo Yang got on Sun Datou's small wooden boat without a sound.

"Little mute, sit tight. Sun Datou untied the cable, shouted, and with a slight penny, the boat floated towards the big river.

Guo Yang has helped many times on each family's ship, so he knows very well what to do and what not to do. He walked over steadily, quickly untying the ropes of the net, ready to drop the net at any moment.

Then he went back to the cabin and sat down. The rest of the work is mainly done by adults. Guo Yang's task is to help Sun Datou tow the net to the boat when the net is collected.

It was the happiest moment of his work, and when he saw the fish that were thicker than his arm, jumping around in the net, his heart was inexplicably filled with a kind of harvest joy.

His biggest wish at the moment is to find a way to earn some money and clean up a small fishing boat for himself. He loves this kind of life, regularity, calmness, and at the same time full of challenges.

Guo Yang listened to the sound of Sun Datou's "brush", cast the net, and walked to the bow of the boat. He smiled slightly, thinking to himself, this Sun Datou is going to smash his dry tobacco pot again.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a choking smell of dry smoke wafting from the bow of the boat.

Guo Yang is already familiar with the living habits of fishermen. He knew that for the next three or four hours, the main job would be to wait quietly.

He sat cross-legged in the cabin, recovering his mind, slowly trying to get the air mass in his lower abdomen to circulate through his body.

After a night of circulation, Guo Yang was already able to skillfully guide it slowly for a week, and then turned it into a ball of jin liquid and swallowed it into his abdomen.

After swallowing nine mouthfuls of liquid, Guo Yang stopped. Depending on the time, it's time for lunch.

Guo Yang bent down and came out of the cabin, and when he saw Sun Datou sitting peacefully in the bow of the boat, he smiled slightly, took a fishing rod, hung a small earthworm on the hook, threw the fishing line far away, and began to fish.

The most convenient thing for fishermen is, of course, the fish stew.

This large river is rich in a species of carp with thin and dense spines, but the meat is extremely delicious. Moreover, this carp has a strong preference for bait such as earthworms, and often hangs an earthworm on the hook and can quickly catch one.

Sure enough, without a cup of tea, Guo Yang saw the float shake slightly. After a few pauses, the float shook again and sank rapidly.

Guo Yang quickly raised the fishing rod high, and a carp weighing three or four catties was caught.

Sun Datou looked at Guo Yang's fishing techniques, nodded slightly, but did not speak. Originally, what could I say to a mute.

Guo Yang skillfully peeled and washed the fish on the deck, threw it into a small pot, and began to make a fire to stew the fish.

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The days passed slowly, and Guo Yang lived in Qingshidu for two years.

In the past two years, he has grown a lot taller and stronger.

He was now accustomed to the fisherman's dress, barefoot and wearing a small short coat that showed his tanned arms. At first glance, he was a small fisherman.

At the same time, he used all his free time to keep the air masses in his body circulating repeatedly.

Guo Yang could clearly feel that this qi was getting thicker and thicker, and he was becoming more and more obedient. He became more and more obsessed with that feeling of coolness.

Every time that qi flowed, Guo Yang felt that his body was light and fluttering, as if he could fly immediately.

The most obvious thing is that his strength is getting stronger. Although he is only an eleven or twelve-year-old child, Guo Yang himself knows that his strength is no less than that of those adults. It's just that he never told anyone else.

In the eyes of all the fishermen in Qingshidu, Guo Yang is a little mute, and he smiles at anyone he sees.

Guo Yang also has his own troubles, that is, he wants to be literate now.

He wanted to read that book.

But in such a small fishing village, there is obviously little hope. The people in this village, all fishermen, have never produced a scholar in their lives. Guo Yang wanted to find someone to ask for advice, but he couldn't find a teacher.

Practicing one of the nine patterns has benefited him a lot, and Guo Yang wants to practice more.