Before mid-autumn, the days were long and the nights were short. The sun rose early in the morning, and it was already bright at six o'clock.
Zhang Wenyuan woke up early, opened the door to the backyard, and strolled to the orchard in the back valley. The moist and fresh morning air that entered his lungs made his bones feel lighter.
First, he started with the Tai Chi stance and slowly moved his muscles and bones. To be honest, Zhang Wenyuan had disliked Taiji Fist before. He had always felt that Taiji Fist was as slow as a snail and focused on defense. Its offense was not sharp. He liked to focus on offense, sharpness, and strength, so he followed his grandfather to learn Hong Quan, Baji Bash, and the Northern Tan Kick that was once as famous as the Southern Fist. If it wasn't for the fact that Taiji was a martial art passed down in the Zhang family and his grandfather had avoided learning it, he wouldn't have touched it.
It was unknown whether the Zhang family's Taiji was passed down from Zhang Junbao. There were no family records or related records. As for other martial arts, his grandfather was even more secretive and refused to reveal a single bit.
It was understandable that Zhang Wenyuan didn't like Tai Chi. The Zhang family's Tai Chi was different from the fitness moves that everyone knew on the market. It was a style of Tai Chi that could truly attack and defend as one. It wasn't something that could be learned with just a few glances. One had to experience and comprehend the profoundness of the technique, which had extremely high requirements for talent and heart. But now, Zhang Wenyuan had a special liking for Taiji. After all, he had lived two lives. His previous life's experience destined him to be a person who liked silence and hated movement. Moreover, in his previous life, he had the mentality of a thirty-year-old but a fifty-year-old. He had long worn away his sharp edges and became more mellow and peaceful, which was more conducive to his understanding and application of Taiji.
Although he liked Tai Chi, it did not mean that he had given up on other martial arts.
After Tai Chi warmed up, he took off his shirt and was half-naked. He then assumed the stance of the Hong Fist. His fists were like the wind, and his masculinity followed. After the hand kung fu, it was the leg kung fu. Fist techniques were good at concentrating strength and instantly exploding it, but leg techniques were good at speed and agility. Of course, there were also strength-type leg techniques, but Zhang Wenyuan was not good at them. His majestic and muscular body moved around the garden like a spirit shaft, his legs flashing in the air like lightning, and the sound of his trousers rubbing against the air could be heard.
After practicing the leg technique, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and climbed to the top of the valley under the old locust tree. He pressed his palms down on his lower dantian and took a deep breath to calm down. His right hand clenched into a fist and he instantly swung it out. Qi burst out from his dantian.”，It was like a muffled thunder that exploded out of thin air. The fist hit the tree, and the trunk that could only be hugged by two people actually shook. Some leaves fell from the ground.
Zhang Wenyuan clenched his numb fists and was also surprised. Octane Blast was an instantaneous strength type. Rather than calling it a fist technique, it was more like a secret to the use of strength. Similar to the One-Inch Punch, both were fist techniques that were extremely powerful in small-scale attacks. Zhang Wenyuan knew that his body had been strengthened after being nourished by the jade bead. However, he didn't expect it to be so powerful when combined with Collapsing Fist.
Putting away his thoughts, he leaned his back against the tree trunk. He exerted strength in his waist and twisted slightly. His back and shoulders leaned against the tree trunk with a bang, and he exhaled with his mouth. Although this movement was simple, it was extremely useful. Whether it was the strength of the waist or the technique of lifting the shoulders behind, it was included in it. The tree swayed slightly with every swing.
He didn't stop until he was drenched in sweat. The heat emitted from his bone marrow was unusually comfortable. It had the same effect as drinking the spring water in the small world.
Zhang Wenyuan looked at the scattered leaves and looked around. He used his mind to take out a ball of spring water and poured it on the roots of the old locust tree. The effect was not as obvious as watering the vegetables, but it was like a second spring. The leaves were green as spring at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhang Wenyuan patted the tree trunk in satisfaction, then grabbed his shirt and walked back.
When he arrived at the backyard, he happened to meet Jiang Xiaomei, who had just come out of the toilet. Zhang Wenyuan was about to talk to her, but Jiang Xiaomei's almond-shaped eyes widened as she cursed.
"Shameless!"
In the countryside, and even in many cities, it was common for men to be topless in summer.
Perhaps it was because Zhang Wenyuan's body was too eye-catching, not to mention that he had just finished training and was full of masculinity. Jiang Xiaomei cursed out of nowhere, and even she herself was baffled. She turned around and ran into the house with a red face.
Zhang Wenyuan looked down and shook his head, not taking it to heart. She walked through the courtyard to get a towel and swam upstream along the river in front of the door.
After taking a shower, his wife had already prepared breakfast.
After breakfast, he hesitated for a long time before calling his wife to the door. It couldn't be helped. A single penny was difficult for a hero.
He opened his mouth and thought to himself,'What's the big deal? It's not embarrassing in front of my wife.'
"I want to take a walk around the town fair. Give me some money.”
His wife's face instantly turned pale when she heard that. She looked up at the calm Zhang Wenyuan and hesitated for a long time. She bit her lip and turned around to enter the room, gently closing the bedroom door.
Not long after, he came out with a stack of money. Although it was called a stack, it was actually not much. Three hundred dollar bills, two twenty dollar bills, and the rest were all ten dollar bills, making a total of four hundred dollars. Jiang Xiaomei had given her sister three hundred yuan from the remaining five hundred yuan last night. The smaller notes were all from her wife's collection of mountain products.
Zhang Wenyuan took the money and looked at his wife who was holding back the tears in her eyes. He felt that the money was worth more than ten thousand gold. He wanted to explain, but he realized that all words were useless. He sighed helplessly. He could only prove it with his actions.
He washed the 28th bicycle that he had not used for a long time from head to toe, found a rag to wipe it clean, and then put a snakeskin bag on the back seat. Only then did he mount his mount and set off along the river road.
The river flowed out of the mountains, and no one knew where its source was. The water was so clear that one could see the bottom. Occasionally, one could see fish flashing by and crabs sunning themselves on the rocks.
Although it was deep in the mountains, the road was not a narrow path with mountains on one side and a river on the other. It was about four meters wide and could accommodate a small pickup truck. The road was paved with a layer of gravel and fine sand, so it was not very muddy even on rainy days. This road was opened in the 1990s in response to the slogan of " If you want to be rich, build the road first ". The entire village worked together to pay for it. Over the years, it had really brought a lot of convenience to the village. At the very least, the carts that collected grain and fruits could be driven into the mountains. It was also much more convenient for people to go out and sell things like mountain products and medicinal herbs. Their income had increased.
Zhang Wenyuan's house was at the southernmost part of the village. The terrain was slightly higher, so he rode his bicycle and put it down. Uneven houses were scattered on both sides of the river, and the unique eaves with a retro feel were interesting among the trees. Passing through it, the gentle breeze of autumn and summer caressed his face, as if he was walking in the middle of a painting, and the elegant rhythm could be seen everywhere.
He rushed out of the village and looked north. Under the blue sky with a few cotton clouds floating, there were still mountains. Zhang Wenyuan sped along with his reflection in the river.
Just as they turned around a mountain, the scenery in front of them suddenly changed.
This village was called Fengyukou Village. There were five to six hundred households, and it could be considered a well-known large village nearby. Although they were not outside the mountain, the modern atmosphere was strong. There were many two-story and three-story buildings, and many of them had signs that read " accommodation " and " farmhouse " in front of their doors. The ground was filled with cement, and trees were planted neatly on both sides of the road. Occasionally, cars could be seen parked under the trees.
Fengyukou Village was adjacent to the famous Taixing Mountain in the southern part of Xi'an. Mount Taixing was originally a sacred place for believers. The mountain was more than 3,000 meters high, and there were more than 100 temples of all kinds. Every year from May to September, incense was flourishing, and people came and went in an endless stream. In addition, the scenery was beautiful and unique. Although it was not as exaggerated as Mount Hua, it could still be described as "dangerous". Every year, it would attract a large number of city people to visit.
Sheng Damin, the chief of Fengyukou Village, was a capable and quick-witted person who was willing to do something for the villagers. He keenly saw the business opportunity. Therefore, Mount Taixing was applied to be a scenic area. The entrance to the mountain was set up at the village entrance. Outsiders would be charged 20 yuan, and those close to them would be charged 2 to 5 yuan. The annual input was also quite high. He also strongly encouraged the villagers to set up farmhouses, and his family was the largest farmhouse in the village.
Over the years, the first group of villagers who stood out had made a lot of money.
Zhang Wenyuan thought that it made sense. Now that there were many high-rise buildings in the city, people's living standards had improved. However, the foul air and the fast rhythm made people feel uncomfortable physically and mentally. After busy work, they would find ways to relax. The rural tourism that had developed rapidly in recent years had become the first choice for people who were tired of the city environment and had never distinguished the five grains in their lives. They could stay away from the invasion of various public nuisances and enjoy the infinite scenery of nature in the suburbs. Not only could they relax and relieve stress, but they could also enjoy a leisurely and comfortable peasant tune.
The cement road was really fast. In less than ten minutes, they went from Fengyukou Village to the asphalt road outside the mountain.
This kind of " 28 donkey " was rarely seen nowadays. The bicycles were either speed-changeable or road bikes, or simply motorcycles that whizzed past. Zhang Wenyuan's tall stature was already eye-catching, and when he mounted a 1980s mount, he attracted the attention of everyone along the way.
Yinzhen was not too far from Fengyu Pass. They took a detour around the mountain road and arrived at around nine o'clock.
Yin Town Cross was the most prosperous area in Yin Town. The bazaar was centered around the town's cross and radiated four streets in all directions, three horizontal and one vertical, forming the word "Feng". The main street was the North-South vertical street. There were many shops on both sides of the street. It was only nine o'clock, but there were already many stalls and people shouting non-stop.
Zhang Wenyuan came from the south. The first place he entered was the fruit stall area. Most of the fruit sellers in this area were temporarily occupied by the locals. This area was far from the cross and was relatively remote compared to other areas. Even so, the stall had to be reserved in advance the night before. It had to be placed before dawn in the morning, or else others would occupy it. The prosperous areas near the cross or the specially opened squares were all rented out by Zheng Fu. The stall was set up by a small fruit farmer nearby. The sellers were mostly women and the elderly. It was already good to sell 60 to 70 yuan a day. It was really not worth it for the pillar of the family to stand here for a day.
Most of the fruits ripened in autumn. There were apples, pears, and dates. There were also walnuts, chestnuts, and other nuts. Peaches and grapes were also sold.
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