"Little brother, what are you teaching about Baduanjin?" Wang Zhong was instructing a few kids on their movements when a deep voice suddenly came from beside him.

Wang Chongxun looked like he was a middle-aged man in loose clothes. He looked to be in his thirties, about the same age as Qiao Zuwang.

"It's the Baduanjin." Wang Zhong nodded and said. There are many versions of the Baduanjin and they have a long history. Among them, there are the sitting Baduanjin, the standing Baduanjin, the northern Baduanjin and the southern baduanjin.

The difference between Wen Ba Duan Jin and Wu Ba Duan Jin, Shaolin Ba Duan Jin and Tai Chi Ba Duan Jin is that the kind taught by Wang Chong was passed down from the late Qing Dynasty.

The middle-aged man who spoke was not a tall man, even a little thin, but he had a good temperament and looked like he was no ordinary person. He seemed to have a bit of a military aura about him.

It's not that there is a terrifying murderous aura or anything like that, but that people who have retired from the army have that kind of perseverance and discipline that ordinary people don't have.

"My surname is Xiang, what do you call me little brother?" The visitor seemed to be quite interested in Wang Zhong and introduced himself to Wang Zhong with his hands clasped in fists.

Wang Zhong returned the same salute, holding a fist with his right hand and his left hand on top, and replied, "I'm Wang Zhong."

"I see that little brother is walking like a dragon and a tiger is walking like a tiger. He has a lot of skills!" The man named Xiang showed a smile on his face and looked Wang Zhong up and down, but his eyes were very bright.

There is a saying in martial arts that being full of spirit, energy, and energy is a sign of having practiced kung fu to a certain extent.

While the man surnamed Xiang was looking at Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong was also looking at the man named Xiang. He still cupped his fists and said, "I just learned some ways to strengthen the body and promote blood circulation. My fists and feet are just rough. Brother Xiang's steps are steady and his hands are strong."

The swing is powerful, and it looks like he has real skills."

Regarding Wang Zhong's humility, the man named Xiang was a little surprised, and a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes, "It's just some banker's tricks."

This time is not like the time in the real world, Chuanwu's real fighting and killing methods are not taught.

"Just now when the little brother taught some children to practice Ba Duan Jin, his movements were graceful and flowing, and it was obvious from a glance that he had achieved a lot."

Wang Zhong's eyes flashed slightly and he said, "Brother Xiang, if you are interested, why don't we communicate?"

"It's so good! It's so good!" The smile on the man named Xiang's face became even wider.

"Just in time, I'm going to teach these little guys how to learn Baduanjin. Brother Xiang might as well help with some pointers!" It's said that it's a pointer to the children, but it's actually a disguised form of teaching.

The man surnamed Xiang was even more surprised. Although Wang Zhong was tall enough, his face was immature and he could not be more than 20 years old. Such a young man could be so experienced when it came to doing things.

"Then I'll disturb Brother Wang."

Half an hour later, Wang Zhong said goodbye to this friend he had just met, and led the four children back home at a trot.

I had already made breakfast before I left the house. Today’s breakfast was shrimp and crab porridge and red bean paste buns.

Erqiang had a special liking for shrimp and crab porridge and drank three bowls of it by himself. Simei preferred the sweet bean paste buns. After taking a mouthful of bean paste, she couldn't bear to wipe it off and licked it clean bit by bit with her tongue.

In the next two days, Wang Zhong could meet his new friend on the city tower every morning. He also learned that this friend's name was Xiang Jianguo. His name was very ordinary, but his children were not at all.

not normal.

Xiang Jianguo has two sons and two daughters. The eldest and third are boys, and the second and fourth are girls. The eldest and second are born to his first daughter-in-law. They are both older than Wang. The third and fourth are his current wives.

Yes, they are all younger than Wang Zhong.

The third child, who is two years younger than Wang Zhong, is called Xiang Beigui. He is stocky and only half a head shorter than Wang Zhong. He has a rather large frame and his muscles are much stronger than those of his peers. However, he has a body for practicing martial arts, as well as a temperament.

Somewhat rushed.

The younger daughter's name is Xiang Nanfang. Yes, it's Xiang Nanfang. In the original plot, Yi Cheng is the official wife, two years younger than Yi Cheng. She is still in elementary school, but she is almost as tall as Yi Cheng.

Early the next morning, Xiang Jianguo, his brother and sister Xiang Beifang and Xiang Nanfang also joined the team to learn Baduanjin with Wang Zhong.

They are both children of about the same age, and within just one day, the two sides started to get familiar with each other.

However, Yi Cheng was a little shy and inferior, and the second strong ones were dumbfounded. Sanli and Simei, on the other hand, were more familiar with the Xiang brothers and sisters because of their young age and sweet looks.

Before we parted, there were already shouts of brother from the north and sister from the south.

"Uncle, the names of brother from the north and sister from the south are so interesting!" After returning home, a group of one, four and five people gathered around the faucet, washing up with two basins, Simei's crisp voice was filled with unabashed emotion.

of joy.

"Your names are also interesting, Yi Cheng, Er Qiang, San Li, Si Mei." Wang Chong said with a smile, "Each has its own merits, no matter how good they are."

"Uncle, can I still play with Sister Nanfang tomorrow?" Simei looked at Wang Zhong expectantly and asked.

Xiang Beifang is tall and burly, but a little less handsome. His appearance is ordinary and he has little interest in the four beauties. However, Xiang Nanfang has quite outstanding appearance, exquisite facial features, good looks, and good skin. In addition, he exercises all the year round and has good family conditions.

Whether you are eating well, not lacking in nutrients, healthy, full of qi and blood, and full of energy and spirit, you will naturally look good.

No wonder the beautiful Simei likes her.

"How do I know this? If nothing happens, it should be possible!"

"yeah!"

Simei jumped up happily.

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The next day, after taking the four children for morning exercise, Wang Zhong did not stay at home, but went to Yuhong Machinery Factory.

Along the way, I heard people talking, and they were all talking about Ma Suqin.

In just a few days, the news about Ma Suqin had spread throughout the factory.

"Xiao Chong?"

As soon as she saw Wang Zhong, Ma Suqin hurriedly came up to him. From a distance of about half a meter, she looked Wang Zhong up and down, and asked with concern, "How is your injury?"

Several workers in the same workshop and the nominal master, Master Wu, also came over and, like Ma Suqin, asked about Wang Zhong's injury.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern!"

"Is everything okay?" Ma Suqin was still a little worried and asked tentatively.

"It's really okay!" Wang Zhong said with a smile, "Look at me like this, does it look like something is wrong!"

"It's okay if it's okay, it's okay if it's okay!" Ma Suqin breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them didn't say much and started working directly. However, in order to avoid suspicion, Master Wu separated the two and asked Ma Suqin to work with a master in his forties, while Wang Zhong worked with Master Wu.

A few days passed like this, and the rumors in the factory intensified. The reason was simple, because the news that Ma Suqin's husband Liu Dakui was arrested by the Public Security Bureau somehow spread to the factory.

As the saying goes, good things don’t go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

Immediately afterwards, Ma Suqin was domestically abused by Liu Dakui. With the help of the Factory Women's Federation, she successfully divorced Ma Suqin and sent Liu Dakui to prison. The news spread throughout the factory.

"You said Ma Suqin is the same. Do you want to get divorced if you get divorced? Why did you send her to jail?" On the boulevard after get off work, several male workers were also discussing Ma Suqin's matter.

"Who says it's not the case!" Another worker shook his head and sighed, "There is no life in marriage without bumps and bumps. As the old saying goes, if a couple fights at the head of the bed and fights at the end of the bed, even if they get divorced, it won't be the same.

Send people to jail."

Several workers nodded in agreement.

Things tend to harm their own kind, that's generally how it goes.

At this time, a voice sounded again, "Do you know how Ma Suqin's husband was arrested by the police?"

Several workers shook their heads.

The voice reminded me again, "It was the day when Ma Suqin's husband made trouble at the gate of our factory. Didn't the security department give him a lesson that day and then let him go? But Ma Suqin is not a good person. After knowing that she will go back, her husband will definitely not do it."

If they would let her go, we invited people from the Women's Federation, our factory's security department, and the police to come over."

"How do you know so clearly?" a worker asked doubtfully.

"I was drinking with the big guy from the security department yesterday and listened to what he said!"

"Don't interrupt, hurry up and tell me what's going on!" A worker couldn't wait to grab the worker who interrupted just now.

"What can I do? As soon as Ma Suqin returned home, her husband attacked her. I heard from Daqiang that when the police broke into the door, Ma Suqin's husband was holding Ma Suqin's belt!"

"hiss······"

Wang Zhong was seven or eight meters behind, and his keen hearing allowed him to pick up all the discussions of the workers, and such discussions could be seen everywhere among the workers in groups of three to five.

After returning home, Wang Zhong just walked in and saw Yicheng and his younger brothers and sisters washing ingredients.

"Uncle!"

"There's a letter from you!"

"Sent from there?"

"Sent from the magazine."

"Magazine club?"

"Where to put it?"

"On your desk!"

Wang Zhong entered the main room, hung his satchel on the wall, and walked to the study room. There was a yellow envelope on the neat and clean desk.

Wang Zhong picked up the envelope, tore open the opening and took out the contents, a piece of letter paper and a remittance slip.

The letter was written by the editor of the magazine. Wang Zhong glanced at it briefly and put it aside. However, he held the huge bill in his hand and looked at the numbers on it with a smile on his face.

He walked out the door with the remittance slip and smiled at the four lanes next to the faucet, "10%, I'll buy a chicken back tomorrow and some dried mushrooms, let's celebrate!"

"Uncle, are you rich?" Yicheng froze in his hand while washing vegetables and looked at Wang Zhong in confusion.

"I'm getting rich!" Wang Zhong raised the remittance slip in his hand and said with a smile, "Isn't he getting rich?"
To be continued...