Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Song Yuancheng was obviously familiar with this family, and touched each of the two little guys' heads.

"Where's your dad?"

The little boy seemed a little timid, he hid behind the girl and looked at Wan Feng timidly.

The little girl didn't care at all, she raised her face and replied, "I'm at home."

So, Song Yuancheng shouted into the room, "Brother Zhang, are you at home?"

The first one to come out was a woman in her 30s. Although her clothes were rather old, she tidied them up neatly.

"Brother Song, you're here."

"It's a small matter for me to find a broad spectrum."

The woman turned her head and shouted into the room: "Guang Pu, Brother Song is here."

A man in his 30s came out of the house.

The man is not tall but very strong, his two arms exposed outside the vest are muscled, and his two eyes have sharp rays of light.

"Brother Song, have you eaten yet?"

"Finished."

"Sit inside."

Song Yuancheng took the lead, and Zhang Guangpu was the last to enter after Wan Feng.

After the guest and host were seated, Song Yuancheng introduced Wan Feng to Zhang Guangpu.

"This little brother is from Wahou. He respects you very much and asked me to bring him here to get to know you."

Wan Feng stood up immediately, took out the contents of the satchel and put them on the kang surface of Zhang Guangpu's house.

"A little bit of meaning."

Zhang Guangpu stared blankly at the things on the Kang surface and then at Wan Feng.

Chapter 68: You Can't Be a Thief (Revision)

"Oh! Why do you still get so many gifts? It's true." Zhang Guangpu looked a little at a loss.

"Okay, I also made an introduction between you. If there is anything else to do in my family, let's go first. If you have anything to say, just talk to yourself."

Song Yuancheng got up and left, leaving only Wan Feng and Zhang Guangpu in the room.

Zhang Guangpu asked hesitantly, "Little brother, what do you mean?"

The scene in front of him was really weird, a child came with a heavy gift, Zhang Guangpu couldn't figure out what was going on.

"My name is Wan Feng. I came from Longjiang years ago. Now I am studying at my grandfather's house. My grandfather's name is Zhu Xianyu, and my uncle's name is Zhuping."

"I've heard about your grandfather, did you keep the one in the orchard of the Weida team?"

Wan Feng's grandfather did work as a keeper in the orchard.

"Yes! That's him."

Zhang Guangpu nodded: "That's good, but why are you looking for me?"

"I heard that you know martial arts, Uncle Zhang. I want to learn from you."

Zhang Guangpu smiled: "I'm not a martial art, it's just wrestling. Why do you learn this? Besides, I don't accept apprentices."

Of course Wan Feng knew that Zhang Guangpu was good at wrestling.

"Wrestling is also good. When I was in Longjiang, I learned martial arts for a few days with a young man who went to the countryside from Yanjing. He returned to the city last spring. I don't want to leave it behind, so I want to learn anything as long as it can strengthen my body. study."

Wan Feng emphasized the words "sent-down youths". He knew that Zhang Guangpu was also a sent-down youths, which easily resonated with him.

Everything was expected, Zhang Guangpu really showed his interest.

"Have you ever practiced martial arts? Or learned from educated youths? Where are the educated youths from?"

"The educated youth in Kyoto, it is said that he used to be a member of the Kyoto martial arts team. He has been in our team for several years. I learned martial arts from him."

The Kyoto Martial Arts Team was very famous in China in the 80s, and there were many martial arts stars who emerged in the Hong Kong film industry in the following years, the most famous being Li Xjie.

Bragging is about bragging, Wan Feng put this illusory educated youth on their heads without any hesitation.

Zhang Guangpu's two children came in with dirty faces, and their eyes naturally fell on the gifts on the kang. They were not interested in wine, and their interest was concentrated on the two bottles of canned fruit.

"Go, go play outside." Zhang Guangpu ordered the two children, but unfortunately no one listened to him.

Wan Feng reached out and took a paper bag.

At that time, there were no plastic bags for the packaged goods in the store, and they were all packaged in the kind of yellow wrapping paper that was used to pay homage to the ancestors later.

Wan Feng opened a candy packet, grabbed a handful of candies and distributed them to the two children.

"Wow! And toffee!" The little boy exclaimed.

Zhang Guangpu looked a little embarrassed: "Let's go out to play this time, the adults want to talk about things."

The two children held the candy tightly in their small hands, and rushed out cheering.

"Where are we talking?" Zhang Guangpu asked shyly.

"Speaking of the educated youth in Kyoto where I studied art."

"Oh! Then what kind of boxing did you learn?"

"The Wu Quzi in the foot-rubbing fanzi boxing is to rub the feet, mainly for leg training."

Zhang Guangpu finally showed his interest, and chatted with Wan Feng for more than an hour, from wrestling to martial arts until it was dark outside, and even took Wan Feng outside to let Wan Feng punch him.

There are several big pear trees in the yard behind Zhang Guangpu's house, and the open space under the big pear trees is vacant. This is where he practices.

Wan Feng poked his feet all the way, causing Zhang Guangpu to slap him.

Wan Feng expressed his desire to be a teacher, but Zhang Guangpu did not agree, but promised to teach Wan Feng wrestling.

Wrestling practice also has routines. Zhang Guangpu took out a paper bag wrapped in kraft paper from the back room, opened it and carefully took out a book from it.

The style of the book was very old, and the corners of the cover were worn and white.

"Wrestling needs to practice routines first, and when the routines are proficient, various changes can be derived, and then there is actual combat. You should take this back and read it first. You should be able to understand this book after learning martial arts. Come to me if you don't understand. .”

Wan Feng took the book and flipped through it.