Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

"Then build a bigger one. The village in my hometown is densely populated. If children from nearby villages can all come to school together, 30 or 40 classrooms should be enough, right?"

"That's definitely enough, but fifty thousand is not a small amount. Have you discussed this with your father?"

"No, I'm married now, and I discussed it with my husband. Don't worry, uncle. This 50,000 yuan is not business money, nor is it my own money. Some time ago, a friend in Hong Kong treated his liver disease by chance, and he paid me 50,000 yuan. Although I received the money, I couldn't spend it, so I decided to donate it. It can also be regarded as a merit."

"Okay then, I'll ask a few surrounding villages if they are interested in building a school together."

These days, schools in each village are built collectively, and the salaries of school teachers are paid by the village. Only the salaries of teachers in towns and counties are paid by the government.

So it is completely reasonable for my uncle to discuss this with other village heads. As long as several villages agree, they can build a school with better conditions.

A few days ago at Baishan Martial Arts School, Zhao Daxi fought with traditional martial arts master Tie Xiong, and he knocked down the master who had practiced martial arts for decades with just one punch.

There were many reporters that day and the news spread very quickly. Newspapers, radio stations and television stations all reported it. Baishan Martial Arts School coach Zhao Daxi became famous.

Once the news was released, there was a huge response. Many people questioned whether it was a fake fight. No one could believe how a traditional martial arts fighter could be so vulnerable and knocked down with just one punch. It was too fake.

Postman Xiao Zhang was in charge of the Baishan Martial Arts School area. Every day, there were letters, about three to five, or at most a dozen. But today, something was wrong. There were almost 400 letters sent to the Baishan Martial Arts School, most of which were from the provincial capital, and some from Longjiang Province and Liao Province.

The bag was full, and I rode my 28-inch bicycle to the school quickly. There was no need to deliver the letter inside. The school had a guard room, and I could just leave the letter there, and someone would come to notify me. The guards were very responsible, and whoever took the letter had to sign.

"Why are there so many letters looking for Coach Zhao? Notify him immediately. They might be for registration. We can't delay."

Soon a security guard went to inform Zhao Daxi, who came over and took the letter to the Admissions Office.

When I opened them one by one, I found that there were all kinds of things written on them, including registrations, swearing, and challenges.

All applicants will be replied to one by one, and those who curse or challenge others will be thrown away and sold as waste paper.

"Don't let me read the letters that come tomorrow. You guys deal with them. Look through them carefully. Be sure to reply to those who registered, and sell the rest as waste paper." Zhao Daxi was very angry and cursed all kinds of things.

Some people even said that they could crush Zhao Daxixi to death with just one finger, saying that he had bought a fake fist.

Some even wanted to challenge Zhao Daxixi to a duel. Once he became famous, he had all kinds of troubles.

Considering that the oil press factory at home should be busy, he immediately went to the forest farm to say goodbye to Liu Xia Lian.

Liu Xialian was in the office and had just hung up the phone: "Daxi, what's the matter?"

"Master, I want to go home. I'm afraid it will snow heavily and I won't be able to go home for the New Year."

"Okay, then you should hurry back. There's nothing going on at the martial arts school. I've already arranged for Principal Guo to tell everyone who wants to challenge me to come back after the New Year. The coaches have all gone home for the New Year. If anyone really wants to cause trouble, I'll let them learn a lesson."

"Okay, I just received a bunch of letters, some scolding me, some praising me, I'm really depressed, I don't quite understand whether traditional martial arts can be used in combat."

"Um, well, why are you so hung up on this? Isn't the Qi training you learned a traditional martial art? There is no distinction between strong and weak in martial arts, but there is a distinction between strong and weak in the people who use them. Didn't Mr. Jin say that if he is strong, he can be strong, the bright moon will shine on the river. If he is arrogant, he can be arrogant, the bright moon will brush against the hills. Just practice your own skills well, there is no need to worry too much."

"But is there any difference between Sanda and traditional boxing?"

"My thoughts are tangled. In ancient times, people fought with swords and spears. After the Ming and Qing dynasties, firearms gradually became popular. In ancient times, people traveled by horseback or sedan chair. Now, people travel by car, bus, train or even airplane. The only constant in this world is change. We should respond to change with change, rather than responding to change with the same thing."

Zhao Daxi thought for a moment and nodded, "I see, Master is right, I've figured it out. Sanda, boxing, or Pi Gua Quan are nothing more than forms of martial arts. Let's go, I'll go home and press oil."

"Go back and bring a few apprentices out to see if there are such good materials in your village. Mr. Jin can recommend a few martial arts movies for them to act in."

Zhao Daxi drove home. The journey was really difficult. It took two days to get home after traveling 600 to 700 miles. Jilin Province was better because there were snowplows developed by Daqiang Agricultural Machinery Factory, and the national highway was clean.

But when we reached the border of Heilongjiang Province, no one had cleaned the snow on the national highway, so we drove even slower and three of our anti-skid chains were broken before we finally got home safely.

As soon as they arrived at the factory, one called him "village chief", one called him "master", and one called him "Da Xi".

Zhao Daxi was overjoyed. Zhao Xiaosi said, "Village Chief, you are famous now. You knocked down a martial arts master with one punch."

"It's just a coincidence. He is very strong. Thanks to my hard training, I would not be able to beat him otherwise."

"So hitting the sandbag and the wooden man is still very useful?"

"Sandbags and wooden dummy are useful, that's for sure, but actual combat is even more effective. The saddest thing about traditional martial arts is that they don't train in the ring, they just practice in vain. In the future, if you want to practice, you have to strengthen combat training."

"it is good."

Zhao Daxixi is really a martial arts fanatic. After returning home, he didn't go to visit his wife, son and parents first, but trained his apprentices first.

In the training room of the oil mill, I practiced with several apprentices. There is no other way to improve skills except actual combat. Only in actual combat can you learn the most useful coping methods. Routines are always just for show and are closer to dance.

Production is definitely something we need to pay attention to, and we need to arrange for accountants to audit the accounts and report on production.

This year, Zhao Daxixi's oil press business is very hot, because materials are still relatively scarce. There are not many factories like Zhaojiacun Oil Press that have electric oil presses. The soybean oil, rapeseed oil and peanut oil produced here are delicious and two percentage points higher than manual pressing.

Needless to say, the oil mill is well-supplied with the goods from the several large factories with 10,000 employees in Bingcheng. Moreover, there is also the kimchi factory from the master who wants goods, so the sales this year are quite perfect. Even before the final settlement, there is still a profit of more than 300,000 yuan.

Although the grain processing plant started relatively late, it has many equipments, including four sets of production equipments, processing rice and corn crumbs. In addition to supplying finished products to large factories, it also makes small packages of five or ten kilograms, which become gifts for relatives. The grain scraps are also used, as my family has a farm with four or five hundred pigs.