Siheyuan: From Being Called Shazhu

"No, Master, you are just talking about filling the mouth, but you kicked the tulu and made a lot of clanging sounds, without even a breath, how can I write?"

He Yuzhu looked at the old man with resentment.

"Also, Master, can you tone down that accent that's about questioning the whole world? This is a nice article praising someone, but when it comes out of your mouth, it's all questions."

In fact, He Yuzhu had long noticed that the old man's accent was a bit high.

Originally, when they were talking just now, He Yuzhu thought that the old man was from Tai'an or Panjin.

But what I didn't expect was that after saying so much, the old man completely exposed himself as being from Jinzhou.

"Did I question it? How did I question it? If you say it won't happen, then it won't happen. Don't make excuses."

People from Northeast China, who are strong-willed all their lives, always think that they speak without an accent.

"Yes, yes, you don't have an accent. I didn't hear it clearly. It has nothing to do with you."

As he spoke, He Yuzhu tilted the plank in his hand downward and pointed the tip of the shovel at the ground.

"Master, please tell me again this time and see if I can write it down."

Looking at He Yuzhu's serious face, the old man also became serious.

"Are you serious? You can really listen, speak, read and write?"

"Yeah, that's nothing to joke about."

Seeing that the old man still didn't believe it, He Yuzhu just wrote down a few words on the ground that he could still remember from what the old man had just said.

It should be said that He Yuzhu in later generations also often wrote about the dishes ordered by guests.

But, that's just a few words I write frequently.

Some of the things the old man said just now are professional terms or place names.

He Yuzhu, who hasn't written for a long time, actually forgot some words when he picked up the pen.

Fortunately, He Yuzhu wrote it down as he kept writing.

Seeing that the few words He Yuzhu had written on the ground with a shovel looked pretty decent, the old man nodded.

"I didn't expect you to have learned it. Although there are a few simplified characters and a few variant characters, it's still pretty good."

However, although the old man was exaggerating, his hands were not slow at all.

He handed the newspaper to He Yuzhu who was still in a daze.

Why was He Yuzhu in a daze?

Originally, He Yuzhu seemed very proud of what he had written, but the old man's words made He Yuzhu feel a little cold.

You have to know that in later generations, He Yuzhu and others learned the simplified characters that had been finalized after several revisions and promotions.

Although it is now 49 years, simplified characters were already being promoted during the Republic of China period.

But, those are just a few words.

That is to say, our country has a long history, and in the process of development, there are many variant characters, which gave the old man a chance to fill in the gaps in his imagination.

Otherwise, the best result is that He Yuzhu is not skilled enough and makes spelling mistakes.

"Oh, this won't happen anymore?"

Looking at He Yuzhu who was still in a daze, the old man began to tease him.

"Just now you swore that your listening, speaking, reading and writing were as good as those of adults, but why do you look so depressed now after receiving the newspaper? If you don't know, just tell me and study hard when you go back. It won't be embarrassing."

After hearing what the old man said, He Yuzhu came back to his senses.

Since the simplified characters written are regarded as variant characters, there is no problem.

Then He Yuzhu would not be afraid anymore.

Picked up the newspaper and read it.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu felt a little ashamed.

Fortunately, it’s really fortunate.

Fortunately, he was worried that He Daqing might run away in a few years, so he let He Yushui, who was still a child, take him with him instead of letting him go to school.

Otherwise, let’s not talk about the current writing format which is from right to left and from top to bottom.

Even He Yuzhu would have a hard time passing the traditional Chinese characters test.

However, that only refers to writing.

As for reading, for a modern person who has experienced the baptism of Hong Kong and Taiwan films, it is not a problem as long as it is combined with the context.

So He Yuzhu started reading.

After reading the article that the old man had just read, I returned the newspaper to him.

After the old man took the newspaper, he nodded slightly.

"It's OK. My literacy level is acceptable."

However, the old man then advised with a serious face:

"But don't be complacent. There's no end to learning. You're still young, so there's nothing wrong with learning more."

He Yuzhu has now experienced both "simplified characters" and "traditional characters" and has realized this problem. He no longer has the idea that "I have finished my second year of high school, I must be much better than the current high school students."

"Yes, you are always right. I will learn more in the future."

"Hey, you little brat, why are you so mean? I've already told you that I'm not old, I'm not old."

Unexpectedly, after the serious business was over, the old man started to get angry again because of his "old age".

Well, how could the people from Northeast China, who are always "open and frank" all their lives, not respond to the conversation?

This is just great.

For the entire afternoon, He Yuzhu and the old man were both working there, talking to each other with gnashing teeth and smacking their lips.

He Yuzhu was almost completely exposed by the old man about his family situation.

This is something He Yuzhu sometimes realizes subconsciously in order to hide something.

Otherwise, He Yuzhu would be left with nothing.

"You idiot, I've been looking for you for a long time, but you haven't made any movement at all, right?"

Suddenly, a loud shout scared He Yuzhu who was working.

Finished bird.

He Yuzhu glanced at the sky and saw that it was already dark.

I knew I couldn't avoid this level.

He could only turn around with a silly smile and look at He Daqing, who was already sweating profusely from anxiety.

"Hey, Dad."

As he said this, he deliberately scratched the back of his head with his hand.

But He Daqing, who was rushing over, didn't care about all this, and even ignored the soldier standing next to He Yuzhu. After he came over, he stretched out his hand and slapped him in the face.

Facing the incoming slap, He Yuzhu subconsciously raised his left hand and used a variation of the double sheep top, that is, he held his head with one hand to protect the back of his head, ears and temples, forming a movement of supporting his elbow outward.

Without stopping, he took a step forward and rushed to He Daqing's side.

When his right hand was used to lift his crotch, He Yuzhu finally reacted and hurriedly stopped the movement of his right hand. As for the combo with his right knee, it was even more impossible. He also lowered his left elbow to his chin, fearing that it would hit He Daqing, and was hit by He Daqing's arm.

This set of actions can be said to be completely He Yuzhu's subconscious reaction.

Even though He Yuzhu had only practiced Bajiquan for two months after traveling here.

However, He Yuzhu already has a foundation in wrestling.

In addition, before traveling through time, He Yuzhu, regardless of his nickname, had practiced Bajiquan off and on for nearly thirty years.

After traveling through time, He Yuzhu, equipped with the Yi Jin Jing (Jin Jin Jing) for strengthening the body passed down by his ancestral master Mr. Li, now feels that he is terrifyingly strong.

But no matter how strong he is, he has to be timid when facing He Daqing.

"Well, you idiot, now you have grown strong and are ready to fight back, right?"

Although it is possible that He Daqing doesn't know kung fu.

However, He Daqing is also a diligent person, and has close ties with the underworld.

He could still see through He Yuzhu's movements.

"If I had known you were so foolish and bold now, I would never have let you sneak out to learn Kung Fu when I was in Tianjin."

? ? ? ? ?

He Yuzhu now had a head full of question marks, and he quickly recalled his memories of learning wrestling.

But no matter how you look at it, it seems like he learned it from Master Shen San on the overpass.

As for the more than one year in Tianjin, apart from learning cooking, I just played around and had no intention of learning kung fu at all.

However, He Yuzhu was still willing to change the topic.

"Dad, I told you, I learned it from my third uncle..."

Before He Yuzhu could finish explaining, He Daqing interrupted him angrily.

"You learned that from your uncle. Don't think I don't know. When you were learning cooking in Tianjin, you ran away every now and then. Can you say that you were having fun? I didn't hesitate to scold you."

However, it is also a good thing. After all, Tianjin is considered a martial arts hotspot, so I can just learn there.

He Yuzhu stopped refutation and just grinned foolishly, scratching the back of his head.

"Hey, Dad, you know it."

"As soon as you stick your butt out, I know what shit you're pulling. Is there anything I don't know?"

He Daqing said this and glared at He Yuzhu.

"You're waiting to go home."

Then he turned to the old man standing next to him and clasped his fists.

"My dear general, my son is a naughty boy. I hope you will not bear grudge against him. I will take my son home and teach him a lesson."

Having said that, He Daqing was about to take He Yuzhu home.

"and many more."

The real old man who had been witnessing it all spoke up.

"Military Master..."

He Daqing wanted to say something, but the old man just waved his hand and interrupted him.

"Brother, this is where you are wrong. Let's not talk about the fact that we are the people's army and there is no such thing as an army master. But your son has helped a lot this afternoon. How can you call him naughty?"

As he spoke, the old man waved to the young soldier in charge of registration not far away.

The young soldier understood immediately and ran over from a distance holding a small cloth bag.

The old man took the cloth bag and handed it to He Daqing.

"Brother, this is your son's wages for an afternoon."

"Oh, no, no."

He Daqing quickly declined.

For Chinese people, the pulling process is similar.

It's nothing more than a few sentences like "It's for the child, not for you, why are you tearing it up?"

In the end, He Daqing accepted the call and took He Yuzhu home.

I don't know what was wrong with He Yuzhu. As he walked back, he turned around and shouted to the old man:

"Master, I'll come back tomorrow."

Well, that’s good now. On the way back, He Daqing cursed and slapped me, and even kicked me a few times when he was not satisfied.