Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

[Ding dong, congratulations host, combat skill level up, level: General Level (1012/3000)]

(General method: Integrate various basic moves to form your own combat style, and be able to transmit power to the extremities. Learn the basics of "listening to the opponent's force" to perceive the direction of the opponent's force and their offensive intentions.)

Wang Anping was engrossed in practicing his martial arts when the long-awaited system notification sound finally rang.

He could clearly feel that his boxing skills had improved significantly.

Skill 1 upgraded.

My mind was clear and my senses were heightened.

The biggest change is in his extremities—his fingers and toes can move freely and are very flexible. When he exerts force with his fingertips, it's as if they are wrapped in a hard shell, and the force can penetrate solidly to the very tip.

Previously, his fists and palms were the most lethal.

just now.

The destructive power of the claw technique has also been significantly increased.

Old Zhou, who was watching from the side, immediately noticed that Wang Anping's aura had changed. His eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

When Old Man Zhou first saw Wang Anping in the small park, he was just a little surprised.

At that time, Wang Anping looked like an ordinary young man exercising.

He was just curious why a young man like that would go to the park to exercise so early in the morning.

It was discovered later.

This young man is quite something.

At first, I was just practicing randomly, but unexpectedly, I actually got to the basics of boxing and made rapid progress.

After witnessing Wang Anping's rapid improvement in strength, Old Man Zhou suddenly had the idea of ​​taking him on as a disciple, but he also wondered: Did this young man have some hidden secrets?

Otherwise, how could such a coincidence happen?

However, after weighing the options in his mind, Old Zhou felt it was unlikely.

I'm practically a useless person now. I've been holed up in Beijing for several years, and probably no one will recognize me.

In addition, he knew his days were numbered.

Seeing such a promising talent, they were finally willing to share their best.

Having spent so much time with Wang Anping, Old Man Zhou had figured out his personality quite well. Although he didn't say it outright, he had long considered him his last disciple.

Seeing Wang Anping stop and stand still, Old Man Zhou slowly spoke:

"Your kung fu has taken another big step forward."

"I'm not really up to it anymore."

"You know someone in the neighborhood work group, right? Go ask them what procedures are needed to transfer this courtyard house to your name!"

Wang Anping was slightly taken aback:

"Old man, what do you mean by this?"

Old Zhou remained calm:

"With my health, I might just kick the bucket any day. If I don't leave a proper explanation, this house will cause trouble in the future. We're not related, so you think you can just take it over smoothly? It won't be that easy."

"I knew you were something special a long time ago."

Whether you admit it or not.

"Anyway, you've inherited my mantle, and everything that's mine will be yours from now on."

"It's better to let you have the house than to have it taken back."

Wang Anping was only stunned for a moment before nodding:

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony. You old man are quite generous."

"But don't be too pessimistic. Don't you think you look much better lately than when I first saw you?"

"That……"

"I'll ask about the house later."

As for taking care of Old Man Zhou in his old age and seeing him off in his final days, Wang Anping didn't mention it. This kind of thing isn't something you can just talk about. Besides, Old Man Zhou is a shrewd old man, and he wouldn't care about what he says in words; he'd see what the other person does.

Wang Anping has his own internal scales.

Back to the courtyard house.

Qin Huairu had already set out breakfast, and even peeled the eggs for him.

Ever since she learned that Wang Anping was not in good health, she has made sure to boil eggs for him every morning without fail, and Qin Huairu would peel them for him before each meal.

My husband is weak, so he needs to be well-nourished.

After breakfast, Qin Huairu went to work with the others in the courtyard.

Wang Anping escorted her to the courtyard gate and was about to turn back into the house when he saw Jia Zhangshi walking over with a pair of new cloth shoes in her hands, a complex smile on her face:

"Anping, are you going out?"

"Try these shoes on and see if they fit. If they don't, I'll alter them for you right away."

Wang Anping raised an eyebrow:

"Dongxu's mother, you're too kind."

Madam Jia Zhang quickly waved her hand:

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Please give it a try."

Seeing her so attentive, Wang Anping didn't go back inside. Instead, he pulled up a bench in the courtyard and changed into new shoes on the spot.

He stood up, took a couple of steps, and gave Jia Zhangshi a thumbs-up:

"When it comes to making shoes, you're the best."

"These shoes fit perfectly, like they were tailor-made."

A smug look immediately appeared on Jia Zhangshi's face.

said laughingly:

"I'm not bragging, but I've been making shoes for twenty or thirty years. I can tell the size just by looking at a foot standing in front of me; I don't even need to measure it."

By this time, almost everyone who was going to work had left.

The remaining elderly women, with nothing else to do, gathered in the courtyard with their children, chatting and doing chores.

Everyone found it strange to see Jia Zhangshi like this.

Before he could even ask, Xu Damao's mother sidled up to Wang Anping, her face beaming with enthusiasm:

"Anping, shouldn't you clean these old shoes?"

"Leave this to me."

"I'll make sure your shoes are sparkling clean!"

Now the onlookers were even more puzzled—these two were known in the courtyard as not to be trifled with, so why were they suddenly being so attentive today?

Madam Jia spoke again, her tone tinged with a hint of probing:

"Anping, these shoes of mine are made with high-quality materials and the workmanship is meticulous. Are you satisfied?"

"Can we talk about something?"

"From now on, when Dongxu goes on blind dates, don't bother standing in front of him. Just stay home and rest."

Wang Anping deliberately feigned a troubled expression:

"What you're saying."

"I consider Dongxu a brother, that's why I wanted to help him vet the right person..."

Seeing Jia Zhangshi's expression change, Wang Anping put on a "no good deed goes unpunished" look and shrugged:

"It's not that it's impossible."

"But I'm not the only one in my family; Huai Ru is there too."

Madam Jia gritted her teeth and said:

"Okay, I'll make another pair for Qin Huairu!"

Wang Anping nodded solemnly:

"Then it's settled."

Xu Damao's mother quickly chimed in:

"Anping, and my son Damao too! When he goes on blind dates, please be lenient with him."

"My husband works at a movie theater."

"From now on, if you and Huai Ru want to see a movie, I'll have Lao Xu get you tickets!"

When the others saw how Jia Zhangshi and Xu Damao's mother were avoiding them like the plague, they immediately understood.

Including He Daqing's side, in this courtyard, apart from Liu Haizhong's family, it seems that every family with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old son is a little afraid of this "brother".

No wonder.

Whenever a matchmaker brought a girl to his door for a blind date, Wang Anping standing to the side was a huge threat.

The girls are all staring at Wang Anping, how can they possibly arrange a marriage?

How could they not be worried?

Even someone like Jia Zhangshi, who usually throws tantrums, couldn't do anything to Wang Anping when her daughter-in-law was snatched away.

Wang Anping patted his new shoes, handed the old ones to Xu Damao's mother, and walked away happily.

He left.

There was bound to be another round of discussion in the courtyard.

But to everyone's surprise, the neighbors who were just muttering to themselves didn't say a bad word about him at the moment. Instead, they all started praising him in hushed tones.