After Yang Jinying left, He Shaoqing stayed there for a while. Bored, he stood up and prepared to go back to the big house he used to live in.
His house was once left to him by his father and mother. The two rooms were very small, even smaller than the one in South Copper Gong Alley. Previously, he and his brother shared a room. Now that his brother was married, a simple shed was built outside his house to serve as his kitchen.
He Shaoqing followed his memory and walked all the way to an old house. The house seemed to be empty, and the iron chain on the front door was rusted.
He still remembered that when he was young, there were seven or eight residents in this place. He just didn't know where these people went.
He Shaoqing walked forward and checked the rusty iron door. Only then did he realize that the iron door was simply a decoration.
Pushing open the door, He Shaoqing entered the room and found that the weeds in the room were as tall as a person. The room was also dilapidated.
He Shaoqing stood in the rain and looked at the familiar house. A memory of the past appeared in his mind. At that time, he and his friends would often play outside after class. At that time, his life was much more difficult. Even eating steamed buns was an extravagant hope.
At five o'clock in the evening, he came out of South Copper Gong Alley. His nephew was outside the gate, doing the horse stance with a few friends in the backyard.
Before He Yuzhu could finish his sentence, he was startled by the other children.
"Your uncle, He Yuzhu."
When He Yuzhu heard this, he looked up and saw his uncle standing not far from him.
"Hello, Little Uncle."
He Shaoqing nodded.
"Have you done your homework?"
In this era, after class, teachers would usually give students a few assignments, which usually took more than an hour to complete.
When He Yuzhu heard what his uncle said, he immediately felt a little embarrassed. As soon as he came out of school, he threw his bag on the ground and did not even pick up a pen!
He Shaoqing looked at his nephew and knew that he hadn't flipped through the book.
"Follow me. Let me see how your cultivation has been during this period of time."
Everyone knew that He Yuzhu had been learning martial arts from his uncle for the past few days.
The group of children circled around He Yuzhu and looked at him curiously.
He Shaoqing came to the front door and found his wife sitting there chatting. He asked her to place the raindrop in her hand on his chest.
The two of them walked into a courtyard. The courtyard was very small, only as wide as a corridor. The courtyard was slightly larger, only about 20 to 30 square meters. The courtyard was very large, and it was the place where the family took a shower in the morning.
At this moment, Jia Dongxu walked up to He Shaoqing and asked cautiously.
"Uncle, I heard that you know martial arts. Are you very strong? It's just that Uncle He's martial arts are amazing. He once beat up Xu Damao's father in our courtyard.”
He Shaoqing was dumbfounded. Why would he say that? But on second thought, children were curious, especially men.
Everyone had a heroic dream in their childhood. In their childhood, they would always hear stories about flying, so they had a deep respect for flying, so they didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
"My brother is a wrestler, and my brother is also an old guy. I'm not.”
He Shaoqing had always thought that Zhongyuan, the only son of the Jia family, was a little soft and timid. Perhaps he had inherited his character, which was very similar to his father.
"It's just a little strange. These days, I've heard a lot of rumors about you from Dazhu, so I came here to take a look.”
He was still an eighteen or nineteen-year-old child who was very interested in everything.
After Jia Dongxu said that, the other children also looked at He Shaoqing. These days, they had heard a lot about his uncle from He Yuzhu.
Seeing that the little guys were very interested, He Shaoqing did not continue to keep them in suspense. He looked left and right, and finally pointed to a brick in the corner. He said to Jia Dongxu and the other little guys,
"I want to use a brick to show you.”
Jia Dongxu heard this and quickly walked over. He held a large piece of green brick with both hands and handed it to He Shaoqing.
"Look carefully, I'll only do it once.”
As he spoke, he pressed the brick to the ground and squeezed it with his right hand. With a bang, the brick was crushed into powder.
Those youths who had never seen such a scene before exclaimed in admiration. They all expressed how powerful he was. At the same time, they looked at He Shaoqing with admiration. In their eyes, this was the hero in their hearts.
He Yuzhu held her head high and puffed out her chest, as if she was the one acting.
The move that He Shaoqing had just used was an inch of strength. In terms of difficulty, it was not very difficult. However, it required a foundation.
"Alright, the show ends here. Zhu Zi, stop right there!"
Jia Dongxu hesitated, not knowing what to say. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind and walked towards He Shaoqing.
"Uncle He, can you teach me Kung Fu as well?”
"Hmm?" He Shaoqing was dumbfounded. What was going on? But he didn't reject Jia Dongxu immediately. After all, children needed to be shameless. If he rejected him in public, it would be too embarrassing.
"Why do you want to be my disciple?"
He Shaoqing would never agree to Jia Dongxu's request. Not to mention that he could not stay in Beijing for too long, even if he did stay here, he had no intention of taking in a disciple.
However, this was his nephew after all. He had never thought of handing everything over to his nephew. In this era, firearms were the most important. No matter how good one's martial arts skills were, if one was shot in the head by the enemy, one would still die.
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