Rebirth: My 80s

The village chief stopped Li Jiankun.

Before he could speak, his eldest son explained, "This old ancestor has a strange personality and is not easy to get along with. We'd better think about it first, let my father talk after we go over, and we should try to talk as little as possible."

The village chief added: "Do you have any more good wine? Take two bottles with you, and he will like it."

After some inquiries, Li Jiankun finally got to know this mountain guard.

He is of such a high generation that even the village chief has to call him "Grandpa".

He does not live in the village, but lives in a hut in the mountains behind the village. It is said that he has not left the mountain for many years.

The personality is weird.

Li Jiankun seemed quite worried. What he feared would come true. It turned out that the person who could teach an apprentice like Hu Dayong was probably not normal.

Chen Yajun interrupted and said, "What will he eat if he doesn't come down the mountain?"

Jin Biao said, "Can you use your brain? This whole village depends on the mountain for food. Are you short of food in the mountain?"

Chen Yajun said angrily: "I mean, at this age, can he still hunt?"

Shen Hongyi said: "Don't you have a disciple?"

The eldest son of the village chief said mysteriously, "As long as he wants, there is nothing he can't hunt in the 200,000-hectare Changbai Mountain, including bears and wild boars weighing several hundred kilograms."

Hunting does not necessarily require shooting or shooting arrows.

It doesn't matter if people are not here.

The village chief smiled and waved his hands, saying, "Hey, why does he need to do anything now? There are people to take care of him."

Even if there is none, the people in the village have to provide for it.

As the saying goes, "live by the mountain, eat by the mountain." If the villagers want to go into the mountains to make a living, they cannot do without the guidance of the mountain keepers.

With his guidance, things will be much easier. Without his guidance, any danger could happen.

Only in this matter did this old man spare his words. It was difficult to hear him say a word at other times.

The main reason is that this majestic and vast Changbai Mountain is not only a treasure trove for the people living in the mountains, but also a burial place.

Every year people from all over the area go in and never come out.

After some discussion, the village chief and his son led Li Jiankun and others to the mountain.

Jin Biao went to the jeep at the entrance of the village and picked up two bottles of iron-capped Moutai.

They do business outside all year round and have now developed a habit of putting two boxes of cigarettes and alcohol in the car wherever they go to make it easier to do business.

This was also the first time in Li Jiankun’s two lives that he set foot on Changbai Mountain.

My feet stepped on the dead branches and leaves in the mountains and forests, making a crackling sound. The higher I went, the more a sense of awe arose in my heart.

There are so many legends about Changbai Mountain.

It can be traced back to more than 4,000 years ago. It was recorded in "Classic of Mountains and Seas" and was called "Imperial Mountain".

Endless mysteries are buried in these 200,000 hectares of mountains.

Throughout history, Changbai Mountain has always been a place for hermits and masters to escape from the world. Perhaps there are still many such people now. This mountain keeper in Kaoshantun is probably half of them.

"It seems that if we keep walking along the direction of Changbai Mountain, we can reach North Korea." Shen Hongyi said.

There was also a look of awe on the girl's face, and she was obviously also amazed by its grandeur and vastness.

"Ah."

Li Jiankun nodded and said, "The highest peak of Changbai Mountain, Baekdu Peak, is located in North Korea."

Generals Heng and Ha were like Japanese invaders entering a village. They were very interested in the small animals that occasionally appeared in their sight. They discussed whether to take some back with them when they left, and whether to braise or stew them.

call!call!

The mountain wind blew in through the gaps in the woods, it was so cold that people shivered.

Li Jiankun wanted to take off his fur-collared leather jacket and put it on Shen Hongyi, but the latter waved her hand to refuse. The girl smiled and said, "Run, and you won't be cold if you run."

The mountains outside are not very steep.

After a few people ran, the progress accelerated.

About a quarter of an hour later, through the gaps between the trees, you can vaguely see a wooden house that almost blends in with the forest.

at the same time.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

There were intermittent dull sounds in my ears.

"Wild boar?!"

Chen Yajun let out a strange cry.

Li Jiankun pulled Shen Hongyi to stop, looking alert.

On the way to Kaoshantun, they heard a lot about the large wild animals in Changbai Mountain.

There is a saying here: "One pig, two bears and three tigers."

Encountering a wild boar in the mountains is one of the most dangerous things.

The village chief and his son looked at each other and laughed.

The village chief's eldest son said, "No, no, we are not vegetarians. We are outside the mountains, and wild boars only show up at night. Sometimes they run down to the fields and damage the crops. We have been caught and beaten so many times that we are afraid of them."

The village chief smiled and said, "It's Fugui who is practicing martial arts."

Rich?

Hearing these two words, Li Jiankun and the other three were stunned at the same time.

It also evoked their memories of their wealthy brothers.

After a while, the village chief took the lead and continued forward.

Chen Yajun came over, handed him a cigarette, and curiously asked, "Is there anyone in your village who knows Kung Fu?"

The village chief was quite pleased with himself. At least in this poor corner of their village there was something that would interest a big shot. So he said with a smile:

"That's right. There are masters in Changbai Mountain. When Master Sande was young, he received instruction from the masters and learned good kung fu. The wild animals that most people fear will be defeated by him.

“Didn’t it pass on to two disciples later?

“However, although Hu Dayong is the eldest disciple, he is far from being a match for Fugui in terms of kung fu.

"Even Master Sande has said that Fugui was born in the wrong era. If he were in ancient times, he would definitely be a brave general who charged into battle."

The village chief's eldest son said, "Don't take it seriously. Our ancestor never admitted to the adventure himself. It's probably made up by the villagers because they saw that he was quite capable.

"I don't think it's really any kind of kung fu. I've never seen Fugui practice anything else. He just keeps hitting his head against trees all day.

"Of course, I'm afraid of being too serious about everything. It just so happens that Fugui is a stubborn person. He practices every day, which definitely helps to strengthen his body. His strength is getting stronger and stronger, and his skin and flesh are thicker, like a human beast."

The village chief cursed: "You know nothing!"

The village chief's eldest son touched his nose and did not argue with him.

"Hit a tree?"

Li Jiankun pondered and said, "Stick to the mountain?"

"Yeah!"

The village chief hurriedly said, "I heard Mr. Sande mention this name before."

Li Jiankun suddenly realized: "That is real Kung Fu, called Bajiquan."

The village chief and his son were both startled. The village chief said in a convinced tone, "How come you know everything?"

Li Jiankun thought to himself, I am older than you in my two lifetimes combined.

Bajiquan was later listed as a national intangible cultural heritage.

There is an old saying: "With Tai Chi in literature, the world is at peace; with Baji in martial arts, the universe is stable."

It's a hard job.

It is known for its grand opening and closing, fierceness and crispness.

However, in this era of peace and prosperity, people are too comfortable and at ease, and skills like Kung Fu are becoming increasingly degraded, with each generation becoming worse than the previous one.

As they were chatting, the trees ahead became increasingly sparse, and there were many tree stumps about one meter tall scattered on the ground. They didn't look like they had been chopped down, which looked quite strange.

It's like the plum blossom pile where masters practice their martial arts in martial arts movies.

The village chief noticed the confusion and curiosity of Li Jiankun and others, and explained: "Most of them were broken by Fugui, not Hu Dayong. He didn't break many in total."

The village chief looked reminiscent and gestured with his hands:

“Fugui is so tall. He started practicing this technique when he was just a kid. It took him eight years to break the first tree.

"It's the same thing later on. The speed of breaking trees gets faster and faster. Five years, three years, one year, a few months... Now a tree can't withstand his hitting for ten days or half a month."

blind!

Chen Yajun walked to a tree stump that was almost as tall as he was, and stroked the uneven tree rings with his hand. He was shocked and said, "Are you saying that this tree, which is thicker than my waist, was broken by someone?"

"That's right." The village chief nodded.

Jin Biao went to another tree stump to take a look, and his knees almost gave out and he fell to his knees.

It would take him a long time to cut a tree this thick even if he was given a saw.

Li Jiankun also had a look of surprise on his face, and he retracted his previous thought that "each generation is inferior to the previous one".

Could it be that he has encountered some extremely talented and powerful person?

Shen Hongyi was thinking clearly. She looked at Chen Yajun and Jin Biao standing next to the tree stump and thought of another question: "How high is this wealth?"

If you hit a tree with your shoulder, the break should be at the location of the other person's shoulder.

Neither Chen Yajun nor Jin Biao are considered short people.

However, the broken end of the stump was almost level with their heads.

The village chief said: "Very tall. Haven't you seen Hu Dayong? He is a head taller than Hu Dayong."

The village chief's eldest son said, "Everyone in the village calls him 'Big Fool'. The average height of people in Northeast China is indeed among the best in the country, but I have only seen one person as tall as him in my life. He should be closer to two meters."

Hey!

Good guy.

No wonder he just described Fugui as a human-shaped beast.

The group was so engrossed in this topic that they almost forgot about their business. They didn't even notice the banging sounds that disappeared for a while.

In a trance, Jin Biao and Chen Yajun realized that there was a shadow looming from behind, blocking out the little remaining warmth that was falling on them through the gaps between the leaves.

They both turned around and looked.

blind!

At the same time, jump back one step.

I saw a giant appearing from behind.

I'm afraid it's really two meters.

And exceptionally strong.

Only when Jin Biao and Chen Yajun's shoulders are put together can his shoulders be wide enough.

Li Jiankun's pupils shrank slightly. He had just noticed this person appear.

It was hard to imagine that the opponent, with such a huge body, could approach without making any noise.

What does one pig, two bears and three tigers mean?

This guy is definitely the king of the forest!

Shen Hongyi had a dazed look on her face, and inexplicably thought of a comment by the great late Qing Dynasty writer Li Wanfang - "Yu's bravery is unparalleled throughout the ages."

She thought, the King of Western Chu's physique was just like this.

"I'm saying, Fugui, you're so scary, why don't you just say a word!" the village chief cursed.

The image of wealth and majesty was completely destroyed by a simple face, who smiled innocently and called out, "Village Chief, Brother Zhongming."

The sound was like a humming sound coming from a jar.

The village chief's eldest son asked, "Fugui, your master didn't go out for a walk, did he?"

Fugui shook his head, glanced at Li Jiankun and the other three, and asked, "Who are they?"

"A distinguished guest from the city."

"My master doesn't see outsiders."

The village chief's eldest son wanted to say something but was stopped by the village chief. The latter pointed at the two iron-capped Maotai bottles in the blue net bag in Jin Biao's hand and said:

"This is good wine. Master Sande has never drunk it in his life."

Fugui stared at the two bottles of Maotai with iron caps, his eyes sparkling, and he said in a buzzing voice, "That's fine."

The worst that can happen is that you get beaten up.

The master’s beatings were becoming less and less painful to him.

Fugui led the way in front, and the village chief’s eldest son gave his father a thumbs up, meaning that you have a solution.

Li Jiankun, who was walking beside the village chief, whispered:

“Fugui is a child with a miserable life. It’s a miracle that he survived. When he was only a few months old, I don’t know if he was thrown on the mountain by his cruel parents. Fortunately, he was picked up by Master Sande, otherwise he would have been fed to stray dogs.

"Uncle Sande never married in his life. It was not easy to raise a grown man like him.

"Fugui is grateful and repays his kindness. With his physique, he can go anywhere to make a living. Apart from buying some necessary daily necessities, he never goes down the mountain and always serves Master Sande."

Li Jiankun suddenly realized that to Fugui, this Master Sande was not only a master, but also a father.

Uncle Sande also likes wine.

Fugui naturally wanted him to have a drink.

The wooden house located in the valley was built very solidly. There was plenty of wood on both sides, and the walls were nailed together with logs stacked one by one.

One unit with three rooms.

There is a courtyard outside the door.

A ventilated room was built on one side with a stove inside and a row of dried meat hung under the eaves.

Fugui went into the house and came out soon, saying in a muffled voice, "The master is asleep, can you wait for a while?"

The village chief's eldest son sighed. This old man swallowed two ounces of cat urine and lay there. Even thunder might not be able to wake him up.

Fugui can bump into any tree he wants, there is no hindrance at all.

"I have a solution."

The village chief looked at the Maotai in Jin Biao's hand and said to Fugui, "Go and prepare some snacks."

Fugui scratched his head and smiled, then walked towards the ventilated room.

Shen Hongyi trotted forward and said, "Let me do it."

Fugui was stunned, but did not refuse. He knew his own limitations and did not think his cooking could compare to that of the clever girl.

There are a lot of ingredients in the kitchen.

But mostly dry stuff.

Shen Hongyi rolled up his sleeves, and considering the mountain ranger's old age, he first boiled a pot of water and threw the dried meat in to cook.

Meanwhile, start preparing the other ingredients.

It won't take long.

Two dishes were served.

One is to use wild vegetables and eggs, add chili peppers and vinegar to make a hot and sour soup.

One is a simplified version of Mu Shu Pork.

The village chief opened a bottle of Maotai with an iron cap at the right time, ran to the door of the wooden house, and without entering, he held the bottle inside. It seemed that he was sure that the smell of wine would wake up Mr. Sande.

Soon, rustling sounds were heard in the room.

The village chief chuckled and quickly retreated.

Fugui had already placed a small table and a stool on the spacious wooden platform under the eaves, and the two dishes made by Shen Hongyi were also brought to the table.

The village chief put the bottle on the table.

At this time, a skinny old man stepped over the threshold, glanced at the people outside, and without paying any attention, he walked over to the small table and sat down.

He studied the bottle for a moment, then took a sip.

His eyes lit up.

I picked up the chopsticks again and tasted the simplified version of Mu Shu Pork.

enraptured.

Finally, after taking a spoonful of hot and sour wild vegetable egg drop soup into my mouth, I squinted my eyes comfortably.

Fugui grinned silently, looking very happy.

"Uncle Sande, drink your drink. I want to tell you something."

There was no need for him to respond, the village chief told the story about Sha Gen and his eldest disciple's family.

Finally, the village chief said:

"You are a reasonable person, you see this matter doesn't make sense.

“That child belongs to someone else, and now they have come to find me.

"Dayong is being rude and has a bad temper. Our work is useless. Only your words are effective."

As if he wasn't listening at all, Master Sande took another sip of wine, smacked his lips, and finally spoke:

"Difficult to handle."

"No...you are talking-"

"You still understand Guichun? He's a little crazy because of the child. No matter how well I talk, can I make his wife die?" Grandpa Sande glanced at the village chief and interrupted him.

village head:"……"

Li Jiankun frowned.

Shen Hongyi bit her red lips with her pearly teeth and was about to speak up when Master Sande said:

"You all know all about my hobbies.

"After I drink your wine and eat your food, I will talk to Dayong."

Everyone's mood took a sudden turn.

The village chief and his son were even more delighted, as if they were sure that as long as they took action, Hu Dayong would not be able to cause any trouble.

Master Sande glanced at them and said:

"Don't be too happy too soon. Even if I can convince Dayong, we still have to take our time with Guichun. We can't drive him crazy.

"This matter cannot be rushed, it takes time."

Li Jiankun and Shen Hongyi looked at each other.

Proper timing is not a problem.

The problem is, I’m afraid that the woman from the Hu family won’t be able to let go for three to five years.

What should I do?

It was so difficult to find Zhuangzhuang, but it took a long time to bring him back. Not only Li Jiankun, but even Shen Hongyi couldn't agree.

ps: No more.