Chapter 70 Something

Spring and autumn come and fall, and cold goes and heat comes. Wang Xiaoming has been reborn for nine years. It is now the summer of 1987. It is hard to get hot outside, but Wang Xiaoming is constantly doing exercise in his "gym". In recent years, Wang Xiaoming's family has no farming, only farming, and he doesn't need his help in farming, so Wang Xiaoming feels that his exercise volume is too small, which is not good for his body.

So Wang Xiaoming felt that he should take the initiative to strengthen his exercise, so he has been running in the morning every day since last year. When he had time during the day, he would do push-ups and other things in the room next to him. It was called a gym, but it was actually just an iron rod and a pair of dumbbells that were crossed between the two walls.

Wang Xiaoming knew that his body was important to him, and that his body was the capital for exercise. In his previous life, although he had no major illnesses and disasters, the belly on his belly made him feel that he had failed in life. So he decided to prepare early and not let himself regret it.

Although Wang Xiaoming is only nine years old now, his industry is already very large. He doesn’t have a small electrical appliance business in the provincial capital. Even Zhenhua Electric Appliances in the county town has a very amazing monthly profit. Moreover, Wang Xiaoming has written two novels in the past three years, but it has not been published in the novel monthly magazine, but has been published in the literary supplement of the Yangcheng Evening News, in the name of his mother Chen Shuzhen.

The manuscript fee given by Yangcheng Evening News is much higher than that of the monthly novels. Chen Shuzhen often jokes that even if Wang Xiaoming does nothing in the future, he can make money by writing books alone to support his family.

"Wang Xiaoming, how about we come to compete?" Wang Xiaoming's old classmate Wang Yu likes to come to Wang Xiaoming's house to pester him during the summer vacation. Although Wang Yu is two years older than Wang Xiaoming, it is difficult to see who is older and who is younger from his appearance. If he has to divide it, many people will think that Wang Xiaoming is older than Wang Yu.

Now Wang Xiaoming's size is similar to Wang Yu, and the maturity on his face caused by experience will definitely deceive most people. If a person is two years apart, he will basically not be able to tell the difference after he is twenty years old, but if he is under fifteen, there is still a big difference between two years apart.

"You? Can you?" Wang Xiaoming stood on the iron rod and smiled. Wang Yu's father Wang Zhizhong has now become partners with his father, one is the branch secretary and the other is the village chief. Since his father became the village chief, Wang Yu's living conditions at home have improved a lot. This kid is lazy. Although Wang Xiaoming is forced to listen to stories every day, he is now considered to be a middle-aged person, but his body is already growing older at a young age.

"Of course, I'm practicing every day at home. I asked my dad to get an iron rod for me, and I won't compete with you. Let's compete in somersaults. If you lose, how about taking me to the county to play tomorrow?" Wang Yu said. He really couldn't figure it out. He didn't allow him to go to the town alone, but Wang Xiaoming could go to the county town alone. And I heard that he dared to run to the provincial capital alone, and he was not afraid of human traffickers selling him.

"No problem. As long as you can beat me, I will not only take you to the county town, but also take you to your Xinhua Bookstore to buy you a few books." Wang Xiaoming said that the books he mentioned are villain books. Generally, children like to read a story, except for Wang Xiaoming.

Fighting the air on the iron rod is not purely a struggle for strength, skills are very important. Wang Yu has a long body and is definitely not a match for Wang Xiaoming. He knows this clearly, so he learned two tricks from his father who has returned from the demobilization of the army at home. Today, he came to Wang Xiaoming to show off.

The iron rod in Wang Xiaoming's room was directly between the two walls. Five or six people did horizontal bars on it at the same time. Wang Xiaoming and Wang Yu both took the rods at the same time, and with a shout, they exerted force at the same time, and the game officially began.

"…99,100,101,102,103...Wang Xiaoming, can you...you still persevere?" Wang Yu said breathlessly.

"I, this is just the beginning. Why, you can't hold on?" Wang Xiaoming said with a relaxed look on his face.

"I'm... just... hot..." Wang Yu fell off the iron rod after he finished speaking and sat on the ground.

"Warm up? Why did the warm-up warm up to the ground?" Wang Xiaoming laughed, and after saying that, he did dozens of somersaults before jumping down.

"Wang Xiaoming, why are you so powerful? I only saw you last time I could only make a hundred."

"Last time was last time, this time was this time." As long as you practice somersaults frequently, the number of times each time will gradually increase. Now Wang Xiaoming does 200 things.

"Hey, Wang Xiaoming, can't you let me go? I haven't seen the county town once, and you will go to the town to go to middle school next semester. From now on, we will meet less and less." Wang Yu sighed.

"I'll come back to school in the town. Besides, you're in the fourth grade now, and we'll be in the same school again in two years." Wang Xiaoming skipped two grades in elementary school. This year he can already go to Santang Town to the first grade. Although Wang Yu is two years older than him, he is two grades lower than him now.

"That's different. I've listened to you every afternoon and listened to stories for four years, from the Three Kingdoms to the Water Margin, from Journey to the West to the Three Heroes and Five Righteousness, as well as the Records of the Grand Historian, the History of the Tang Dynasty. I originally wanted to hear you tell the History of the Song Dynasty, the History of the Ming Dynasty and the History of the Qing Dynasty, but a pity."

"I said Wang Yu, you can read and recognize words now. Even if I can't tell you stories in the future, you can read books by yourself. My stories are also seen from books. I have books here, and you have them with Xinhua Dictionary. I believe you will feel very interesting when reading books." Wang Xiaoming said that he told stories to his classmates since the first grade of elementary school, from the four great classics, and later told them historical stories. This not only pleased the students, but also enriched his historical knowledge, increased his experiences, and was also of great help to his writing and business. Wang Xiaoming was able to learn a lot of experience and lessons from a very historical perspective.

"All right."

"Wang Yu, don't look dejected. Although you didn't beat me in the air, I would still promise you to go to the county town tomorrow. Why? Don't tell me that I don't want to go." Wang Xiaoming couldn't bear it when he saw Wang Yu's sad look. Anyway, he had to go to the county town before the new semester starts, so he took Wang Yu to go with him.
Chapter completed!