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- Sleep is very precious for a handyman. Xiaowen, who worked hard all day, fell into a deep sleep in the woodshed.
Suddenly, he felt a shake and woke up in a daze. As his vision became clearer, a large white-faced steamed bun gradually appeared in front of him.
Suddenly, his saliva couldn't stop drooling. Xiaowen just woke up from his sleep and thought it was a dream. Dreams like this have appeared countless times. This is an unacceptable reality.
"Eat it!" It was the steamed bun handed over by Fu Xiaowa.
"It's a real steamed bun, it's not a dream, I'm not dreaming!" Xiao Wen happily took the steamed bun and touched it all over quickly. The softness and warmth in his hands were real and appropriate. This was a real steamed bun, and the steamed bun had a faint fragrance. It was dispersed in the air, making people salivate. Only then did he remember to ask: "Brother Little Frog, where did you get the steamed buns?"
"I bought it. I bought two of the five cents from the firewood seller that day, and I'll share them with you!"
"Thank you, Brother Xiao Frog!" Xiao Wen held the steamed bun in both hands and took a big bite. The taste in the dream really appeared in his mouth. For leftover rice, the steamed bun was as delicious as human food.
"Brother Xiaowa, why don't you eat?" Xiaowen found Fu Xiaowa watching him eat.
"Oh, I've eaten it!" Fu Xiaowa said with a smile.
This little lie made Xiaowen believe it so easily.
After a short sleep, it was already midnight, and it was time to get up in order to catch up with the supply of firewood and water for the kitchen the next day. The day's tasks were still completed very well, and the kitchen was fully supplied with firewood and water.
After the morning in the kitchen, it is a rare rest time for the two of them. They can rest for an hour or two before starting the supply of firewood and water at noon.
The winter sun shines brightly, falling on every corner of the martial arts hall. The snow has not yet melted, and the coldness of the past has seeped into people's bones. On the martial arts training ground, stone locks, wooden stakes, sandbags and other weapons training equipment are arranged in an orderly manner. The junior apprentices of the martial arts hall are trying their best to greet them, and the boxers next to them are pointing them one by one.
If you don¡¯t have the guidance of a master in martial arts, you will take many detours when practicing on your own. There is only one junior boxer, his surname is Chen. He is a martial artist hired by Tai'an Martial Arts Hall with a high salary. This boxer has been teaching in the gym for many years. He has taught countless apprentices and has full experience in teaching new apprentices.
Those with solid basic skills can proceed to the next stage of learning, where the master boxer will personally teach the basic introductory boxing techniques of Changhenquan. The advanced martial arts training grounds are all indoors, with special places for teaching and special places for practice.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? by She of the?Kung Fu Training Ground. Most of these apprentices are half-old children like Fu Xiaowa. She must start martial arts practice from an early age, especially since many of the body's toughness can only be developed at a young age.
In the martial arts field, these children are pressing their legs, practicing somersaults, and hitting the sandbags. Maybe in a year or two, they will be qualified to practice the Everlasting Sorrow Boxing.
Fu Xiaowa and Xiao Wen were lying on the firewood pile beside the martial arts field. The two of them were also familiar with the martial arts hall. Every day they heard the shouts of the apprentices in the martial arts field. Such days were calm and boring. And fulfilling.
The two of them were watching with great interest. At this time, a group of children who were practicing martial arts on the martial arts field discovered the two of them. The boxer happened to be not around either.
"Look at those two beggars, throw them away, throw them away!" Suddenly a child shouted. These children are all children from wealthy families and are naughty by nature. One person booed, and the other children picked up the stones on the ground. Hit two people.
¡°You stinky beggars, I¡¯ll smash you to death, hahaha!¡± A group of children happily smashed them.
Stones were flying from the sky, and Xiao Wen and Xiao Frog hurriedly ran away, which gave the children greater fun. The children were excited, perhaps this was a little bit of fun in their boring martial arts life here. But for Xiaowa and Xiaowen, it was a disaster that came from heaven. Xiaowa and Xiaowen were immediately bruised and bruised.
"Ouch, it hurts!" At the door of the kitchen, Xiao Wen covered the big bump on his head. Fu Xiaowa, who also had a bruised nose and face, took a snowball and helped Xiao Wen rub the big bump on his head.
"Be patient!"
"Brother, are we being bullied like this? No, I want to teach these brats a lesson!" Xiao Wen said angrily.
"It's better to hide and don't provoke them!"
"If I could learn a thing or two, I would definitely teach them a lesson!" Xiao Wen couldn't swallow that breath.
"Don't be angry, let's have lunch, we have to continue working in the afternoon!"
"Um!"
Needless to say, the lunch that Fu Xiaowa was talking about was for the two of them to take back the leftover rice mixed with chaff that was so unpalatable that even the pigs wouldn't eat it. Xiaowen looked at the mess and couldn't help but sigh.
"Here, here is another steamed bun, you can eat it!" Fu Xiaowa saidHe took out a large white-faced steamed bun from under the firewood pile.
"Brother, don't you only have two steamed buns?" Xiaowen looked at the steamed buns and then at Xiaowa. If he remembered correctly, Fu Xiaowa could only afford two steamed buns.
Fu Xiaowa smiled and said, "I'm used to this bran rice. You can eat this steamed bun."
Xiao Wen didn¡¯t know why he became jealous so easily, and tears always came out unsatisfactorily. He asked in a trembling voice: ¡°Why?¡±
"What, why, why?"
"Why?" Xiaowen stared at Fu Xiaowa with tears in his eyes, still saying the same thing.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Take it and eat it!" Fu Xiaowa smiled and stuffed the bun into Xiao Wen.
"Why?" Xiao Wen held the bun with trembling hands and choked in his voice.
"Is your child confused by the fever?" Fu Xiaowa pretended to touch Xiao Wen's forehead.
"Why are you so nice to me?" Tears welled up in Xiaowen's eyes, like a flood that was about to burst.
"Because" Fu Xiaowa's smile settled down and became serious, with a simple reason that struck people's hearts like a bell: "You are my brother!"
This was the simplest and most solemn promise from the beginning, washing away Xiaowen's heart like a flood.
"Brother!" Xiaowen burst into tears and cried loudly in Fu Xiaowa's arms. The word "brother" has been deeply imprinted on his heart.
Frequently, the two brothers would be thrown stones by the children in the martial arts hall, and they had no way to hide or hide. The boring life of these children in the martial arts hall required these two beggars to entertain them.
On this day, at the door of the kitchen, the two brothers, bruised and swollen again, were rubbing their big buns.
When Manager Hu saw these two bruised and swollen handymen, instead of being angry at the behavior of the children, he sneered and said, "Look at your two characters, they are like two lost dogs. Can you make a full career?"
The two of them had nothing to say, they could only rub the injured area.
"If someone beats you up, you won't beat him back. They are two wimps!"
"Hu, Hu is in charge, it's wrong to hit people!" Fu Xiaowa said tremblingly.
"Look, are these words said by a man?" Manager Hu was as fat as a pig, and he sounded quite manly: "If I beat you, I'll give you steamed buns to eat!"
¡°Steamed buns, these two words are like a curse surrounding the hearts of the two children.
"Steamed buns, if you win the battle, you will get steamed buns to eat" The two of them chanted these words in despair until they returned to the woodshed.
That night, neither of them slept well.
The next day, these children were very accustomed to finding Fu Xiaowa and Xiaowen at the door of the woodshed, shouting happily, picking up stones and throwing them away.
"I'll fight with you!" Xiaowen shouted and rushed towards the group of children. Xiaowa couldn't stop them. In order to protect Xiaowen, they had to rush over together.
This sudden and abnormal action first stunned the group of children. They reacted immediately, picked up the stones one after another, and threw them more violently. Before Fu Xiaowa and Xiao Wen could rush in front of them, they were already smashed and running away.
" Two guys with bruises and swollen faces appeared at the door of the kitchen again. Manager Hu still smiled scornfully at them. Without saying a word, the two of them took back the leftover rice.
In the woodshed, the two brothers were still discussing, Xiao Wen said: "What should we do? Let alone defeat them, we can't even get close now!"
"No, we have to be able to dodge rocks!" Bo Xiaowa decided.
At night, under the dark street lights, Fu Xiaowa nodded,
Xiao Wen Tuan made a lot of snowballs, and then threw them at Fu Xiaowa. Fu Xiaowa began to practice catching or dodging. Fu Xiaowa often did hard work and had a good physique, with good strength and speed. After practicing for a while, he let Xiaowen was replaced by stones.
Practicing more or less will always be hit by some stones. After a few days of practice, Fu Xiaoha also has some more green and purple. For some reason, Xiao Wen practiced very quickly. After practicing for a long time, Fu Xiaowa couldn't even hit Xiao Wen with a stone.
The appearance of the two people naturally attracted the group of children. Bo Xiaowa and Xiaowen looked at each other, nodded to each other, and rushed forward together. ````````
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