Chapter Nine, Learning the Art

Oh ~ Chen Mo could only grit his teeth and endure upon hearing this, his small frame trembling continuously under the setting sun

"Give me money." Chen Mo looked at the other person, his eyes shining a bit; he was in need of money at the moment

"Then you go by yourself." Chen Mo felt somewhat disappointed; in fact, he had always had the idea of helping others with fertilizing and irrigating fields to earn money, but unfortunately, no one had asked him.

In the evening, Chen Mo returned home, and the small dog, already familiar with the new environment, was running around the yard chasing a few chicks. Chen Mo was startled and hurried over to rescue the trembling little chicks.

"Martial arts?" Chen Mo looked at Uncle Wang with confusion, as if to say, is there even a need to ask?

"Uncle Wang, this... feels so awkward!" After the adjustment, Chen Mo felt a wave of discomfort; he had previously been able to stand with ease, but after the adjustment, he felt his legs starting to tremble.

"Fen Lang, what are you doing?" A slightly older boy than Chen Mo approached him with a hoe, looking at the crooked characters on the ground and asking.

Mother Chen appeared at the door and looked at Chen Mo, saying: "Did you not say you were going to learn from your Uncle Wang? One must not be untrustworthy in life"

Chen Mo continued to practice calligraphy, recalling the posture his mother used when writing. However, the characters he ultimately produced were still lacking, and at the very least, Chen Mo felt that they could not compare to his mother's writing.

It felt significantly different from swords and spears, but Chen Mo couldn't express it directly. For him, it was already good enough to learn something. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Could Uncle Wang teach me staff techniques and archery?"

At noon, I had some food that I brought with me and continued to weed the fields. However, in my heart, I still felt a bit troubled, thinking that no one understood me.

The little dog kept jumping into Chen Mo's arms, and before long, Chen Mo found it hard to maintain his composure. In the end, he simply gave up and started playing with the little dog, laughing heartily.

Uncle Wang sighed and did not comment on the matter. Chen Mo was mature for his age, but at times, he lacked a bit of warmth in his humanity and was too calculating. Uncle Wang could not determine whether this was good or bad. He found a short stick from the room and handed it to Chen Mo, saying, "What do you want to learn?"

"Writing!" Chen Mo felt a bit lightheaded, after all, he might be the only young man in the village who could read, though he could only recognize these characters.

"Just applying some manure, and you still want money?" the young man said with dissatisfaction

There was no other way; Uncle Wang directly threw a stick over, and the intention was already quite clear. Asking these questions was merely a formality; he certainly did not intend to teach for real. Chen Mo still possessed the ability to read between the lines.

Chen Mo exclaimed, "Do all these Uncle Wangs know this?"

Practice your writing. The young man was not angry; everyone was used to it. However, he still felt a psychological burden and left in a huff.

How ugly! The young man looked at the crooked characters on the ground, curled his lip, and disdainfully said: "Instead of spending your time pondering over these, you might as well help us put some fertilizer in our fields."

"Then stand until it becomes a habit. Standing post is the foundation of all martial arts. If you cannot pass this stage, whatever you learn will be mere decoration," Wang Shu said, glancing at Chen Mo.

"There are many types of martial arts, such as axes, halberds, hooks, forks, knives, spears, swords, halberds, and bows. Which one do you wish to learn?" asked Wang Shu.

At least the perseverance is commendable

Not being able to meet the legendary immortal left Chen Mo somewhat disappointed, but the fact that his mother could teach him to read was even more appealing to him than meeting an immortal. After all, he already had an idea of what an immortal might be like in his mind, although he was unsure of the specifics. He imagined that those immortals might possess extraordinary abilities just like him, and perhaps one day he could also become an immortal.

Although he did not understand the relationship between stick techniques and standing post, Chen Mo still nodded in agreement and seriously watched Uncle Wang perform a standing post movement, which did not seem difficult

"You have to pay the tenant farmers, right?" Chen Mo expressed his dissatisfaction: "Da Lang, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but when you hire tenant farmers, you have to pay them money and provide grain. However, the yield from the crops they grow may not be substantial. On the other hand, if you hire me, I can ensure that your crops grow better and yield more, and my fee is less than one-tenth of what you would pay to hire a tenant farmer."

"Lower your waist, exert your strength here." Uncle Wang began to help Chen Mo correct his posture

In the fields, Chen Mo tended to the crops while silently reciting the things his mother had taught him. When he took a break, he would use a twig to write these characters in a crooked manner on the ground. His memory was quite good; these were the shapes his mother had written in the dirt with a twig in the morning and then taught him. He had memorized the forms, but when it came to actually writing them as in the books, it felt very awkward and was not as beautiful as his mother's writing

The Master said: Is it not a joy to learn and to practice what you have learned at the right time? Is it not a pleasure to have friends come from afar? Is it not the mark of a gentleman to remain unperturbed when others do not recognize you?

"There is none, he asked me to help him fertilize his land, and when I asked him for money, he got angry. " Chen Mo sometimes does not want to deal with these people, who are clearly around the same age as him or even older, yet they always act so immaturely. In this world, there is no such thing as working for free for others.

He does not understand why so many people are unable to calculate such a simple account

Today I had a quarrel with Wu Jialang Uncle Wang has just returned as well Hunters sometimes spend several consecutive days hunting in the mountains After all, it is different from farming The harvest of hunters depends on luck

Chen Mo felt somewhat puzzled, but he still imitated Uncle Wang's posture and assumed the standing stance

Uncle Wang fell silent for a moment before shaking his head and said: "No, we hunters generally use knives, forks, and bows and arrows, but knives are very expensive and usually unaffordable. Here, most hunters use forks and sticks."

Stingy! The young man felt somewhat dissatisfied. If everything could be done, he wouldn't have come to seek Chen Mo. In fact, there were others in the past who tried to improve manure like Chen Mo, but as a result, many crops in the fields were burned. After that, no one dared to try again. However, when asking Chen Mo for help, he insisted on payment, which somewhat related to his reputation as a manure dealer.

After a moment of observation, Uncle Wang nodded in his heart. It is rare for anyone to endure even a moment during the first attempt with this thing, which at least indicates that Chen Mo's physique and willpower are quite good. However, whether he can persist daily is the most critical factor

Chen Mo then remembered this matter, quickly nodded, placed the puppy on the ground, and hurriedly ran towards Uncle Wang's house. Before leaving, Chen's mother also asked Chen Mo to bring a few eggs as a token of respect for his master.

The staff is relatively simple. Today, I will teach you standing meditation. As long as you follow my method and stand for a quarter of an hour each day, it will suffice. When you have built up your strength in the future, I will teach you how to use it. Uncle Wang nodded. At Chen Mo's young age, teaching too much is not beneficial for his body. Standing meditation is the most fundamental yet also the most challenging; perseverance is crucial. Although Uncle Wang agreed to teach Chen Mo, if Chen Mo progresses at a pace of fishing for three days and sunbathing for two, just the standing meditation alone will make him abandon that notion.

Do not bully them!" Chen Mo said sternly, tapping the little dog's head.