Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

There is a saying: Sir, times have changed!

In the age of hot weapons, no matter how good your fists and feet are, can the trigger of a gun be fast?

People who practice martial arts train hard in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer. After decades of hard training, they are not as good as a pistol. How sad it is!

Faced with such a cruel reality, many warriors gave up practicing martial arts. Several of Chang Zhengyang's uncles were such examples. They all joined the army, eager to make achievements in the army.

But once a martial artist’s kung fu reaches a certain level, he is no longer an ordinary person!

Chang Zhengyang was very sure of this. As long as he was not blocked in a closed environment by a dozen guns, it would be almost impossible for bullets to hit him.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the changes in air flow in every inch of space around him. Even if a leaf fell slowly behind him, he could clearly sense the exact position of the leaf.

It feels like having an extra 360-degree, all-round, no-blind-angle view.

“Is this the transformation power?”

Guo Quanlin's whole body was shaking. He lowered his head and resumed his movements, then muttered to himself for a moment. He suddenly looked up and looked at Chang Zhengyang with burning eyes. There was pride, relief, and a little regret in his eyes.

The old man regretted that Chang Zhengyang’s surname was not Guo, and he was not the eldest grandson of the Guo family.

However, Guo Quanlin would not say this in front of Chang Zhengyang. At this moment, he patted Chang Zhengyang's shoulder hard and laughed, his face flushed with excitement.

"Haha, you are worthy of being my eldest grandson. You have the blood of the Guo family flowing in your veins!"

Upon hearing this, Chang Zhengyang secretly complained in his heart, Grandpa is so shameless!

"Shufen, Shufen, bring me my treasured jar of wine, prepare a few dishes, fry some peanuts, and go to Lao Si's house to cut two pounds of pork head meat. I want to drink two bowls of wine with Zhengyang today!"

"What are you crazy about, old man? Why are you so happy?"

An old lady in her sixties with bound feet walked out of the room, approached Guo Quanlin, grabbed his ear, and turned him around.

Guo Quanlin's face changed, and he begged for mercy: "Ouch, ouch, let go, let go, Zhengyang is still here, please give me some face..."

Seeing this, Chang Zhengyang turned around and looked at the jujube tree in the yard with a smile, as if the leaves of the tree contained some profound truth.

His grandmother was a lady from a noble family. Although she looked frail, she was a master in using the double-edged sword. The old man could not defeat her at all!

Yes, the most powerful person in the Guo family is not the men, but the old lady who never steps out of the main door or the second door. When the uncles see her, they are like mice seeing a cat, and they dare not even fart.

Otherwise, why couldn't the old man and his sons stop Guo Huiying from marrying Chang Baichuan? Because the old lady nodded!

After the old lady shook hands with Chang Zhengyang, she was also excited. She waved her hand and ordered a table of delicious food.

In fact, Chang Zhengyang thought that it would be better to eat in the brigade canteen. He also wanted to experience the brigade canteen in those days. In another half a year, this collective canteen would no longer be able to operate due to lack of food.

In 58, the next three years were the three difficult years.

Chang Zhengyang looked at the fire in the stove with a dim gaze, feeling powerless in his heart. Personal power is too small in the face of the tide of the times.

At this time, the old man was cutting vegetables and the old lady was cooking. Chang Zhengyang would grab a handful of dead branches and stuff them into the furnace from time to time.

The old lady thought about it and decided that the news of Chang Zhengyang's breakthrough to the Hua Jin level must not be spread, so she simply didn't even call her eldest son's family, and the old couple and Chang Zhengyang had a sumptuous lunch in the yard.

The old man felt very sorry for not being able to announce in the village that his eldest grandson had become a master of Hua Jin, so he turned his depression into appetite, and basically finished a jar of wine. At this moment, he was lying in the house and snoring.

That night, Chang Zhengyang stayed at his grandfather's house. He quietly went into the mountains at night and had a big meal in the cave. Only then did he go back to sleep contentedly.

The next morning, after breakfast, Chang Zhengyang, following the old couple's instructions, left Guojiazhuang carrying a cloth bag and returned to the city.

Along the way, he looked at the surrounding scenery like a curious baby, the militia patrolling in the fields, the endless stream of horse-drawn carriages, ox-drawn carts, donkey-drawn carts, and the occasional bicycle passing by on the dirt road.

Wow, he's just riding a bicycle, but he holds his back straight and rings the bell whenever he sees someone, as if he's afraid that others don't know he's riding a bicycle.

It’s the smell of cow and sheep dung along the way, wow, it’s so smelly!

Chang Zhengyang felt that having too good five senses was not good either. At this moment, he happened to see a horse carriage parked on the side of the road not far ahead. The horse was eating weeds on the side of the road and occasionally defecating. The coachman happily grabbed the hot unidentified object and threw it on the carriage. He also greeted passers-by and didn't care about the dirt on his hands at all.

vomit!

Chang Zhengyang was so angry!

How could he be so mean as to insist on taking a look? Now he has suffered mental pollution!

Chang Zhengyang quickened his pace and walked with his head down. When he returned to No. 93 Nanluoguxiang, he was surprised to find that it was only a little after seven o'clock. He set out from Guojiazhuang at six o'clock and arrived at the destination, a distance of more than kilometers, in just over an hour. His breathing was not disordered at all and he did not feel tired.

Is it because the power of Hua Jin is more economical, or is it the effect of Qilin bloodline?

Chang Zhengyang shook his head, pushed open the gate and walked into the yard. Chang Baichuan was brushing his teeth next to the water well in the yard. He looked up, then lowered his head again.

"Brother, you're back!"

A girl who was about twelve or thirteen years old came jogging over, took the cloth bag from Chang Zhengyang's hand, turned around and ran into the kitchen.

Guo Huiying came out and looked at her eldest son in surprise: "Zhengyang, you didn't leave your grandpa's house before dawn, did you? You must be hungry, go wash your hands and have breakfast later."

Chang Zhengyang did not answer his mother when he left, but just walked towards the east room.

"Okay, I see. Where are Zhengming and the others?"

"They are still lying in bed. Go and wake them up to eat. They have to go to school soon."

Guo Huiying turned around and went back into the kitchen. At this time, the girl was taking out the bacon and some dried goods from the mountains from the cloth bag.

Chang Zhengyang entered his parents' bedroom, walked gently to the bedside, and stretched out his hand to tickle the feet of a little guy.

The little guy was smacking his lips, not knowing what sweet dream he was having. Suddenly, he felt an itch on the soles of his feet. He kicked his feet in dissatisfaction, turned over and continued to sleep.

Chang Zhengyang chuckled when he saw this, picked up the little guy and gave him a kiss.

"Little pig, if you don't get up, the sun will burn your little butt!"

The little girl opened her eyes dazedly, her eyes full of confusion, obviously she had not woken up yet, but when she saw Chang Zhengyang in front of her, she suddenly screamed, "Big Pot, you are lying, Mr. Sun likes little piggy very much!"