Not being able to meet the legendary gods made Chen Mo somewhat disappointed. However, Chen Mo's mother's ability to teach him how to read was more attractive to Chen Mo than meeting the gods. After all, there was a god in his head, although he didn't know the specific one.

No, but I think those gods are like me and have abilities that are different from ordinary people. Maybe I can become a god in the future.

Confucius said: Isn't it right to learn and practice it over time? Isn't it a joy to have friends come from afar? Isn't it true that a person who doesn't know but is stunned is not a gentleman?

In the field, while taking care of the crops, Chen Mo meditated in his mind what his mother taught him. When he rested, he would use branches to crookedly write these words on the ground. He had a good memory, and these were what his mother used in the morning.

He wrote on the branches on the ground and taught him. The shapes were memorized by him, but when he actually wrote them out, he felt very awkward and not as beautiful as his mother's writing.

"Man, what are you doing?" A young man who was older than Chen Mo came to Chen Mo with a hoe and asked looking at the crooked words on the ground.

"Write!" Chen Mo felt a little confused. After all, he may be the only young man in the village who can read. Of course, he can only recognize these.

"So ugly!" The young man looked at the crooked words on the ground, curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "You have time to think about this, why not help me get some fertilizer in the field."

"Give me money." Chen Mo looked at the other person, his eyes shining a little, he was short of money now.

"Just pour some manure and you still need money?" the young man said dissatisfied.

"Then go yourself." Chen Mo was a little disappointed. In fact, he had always wanted to help people fertilize and water their fields and make money, but it was a pity that no one asked him.

"Stingy!" The young man was a little dissatisfied. If he could do everything, he wouldn't come to Chen Mo. In fact, some people used to learn from Chen Mo to improve manure, and as a result, many crops in the field were burned to death. Later, there were no more

The man tried again, but when he asked Chen Mo for help, Chen Mo insisted on asking for money. This had something to do with Chen Mo's reputation as a scumbag.

"You also have to pay when you hire a tenant farmer, right?" Chen Mo was dissatisfied: "Da Lang, I'm not telling you, you have to pay the tenant farmer back the food, but the crops he grows may not be many, but if you hire me, you can make more crops."

Our crops are growing better and the harvest is more, and the money I charge is less than 10% of what you would pay a tenant farmer."

He didn't understand why so many people couldn't calculate such a simple account?

"Practice your calligraphy." The young man wasn't angry at all. Everyone was used to it, but in the end he still had some psychological problems and left angrily.

Chen Mo continued to practice calligraphy, recalling his mother's writing posture in his mind, but the final handwriting was not satisfactory, at least Chen Mo couldn't compare with his mother's handwriting.

At noon, he ate some of the food he had brought and continued to weed the fields. However, Chen Mo still felt a little grudge in his heart, feeling that no one understood him.

In the evening, Chen Mo returned home. The puppy, which had become familiar with the new environment, was chasing some chickens in the yard. Chen Mo was startled and quickly went over to rescue the shivering chickens.

"Don't bully them!" Chen Mo said with a straight face after knocking the puppy on the head.

But the puppy kept running into Chen Mo's arms. After a while, Chen Mo couldn't stand it anymore, and finally gave up and played with the puppy giggling.

"Mo'er~" Chen's mother appeared at the door, looked at Chen Mo and said, "Didn't you say that I want to learn skills from your Uncle Wang? You can't break your promises!"

Only then did Chen Mo remember this. He nodded quickly, put the puppy on the ground, and hurried to Uncle Wang's house. Before leaving, Chen Mo's mother asked Chen Mo to carry a few chicken eggs as a sign of apprenticeship.

"Did you quarrel with the martial arts master today?" Uncle Wang also just came back. Hunters sometimes hunt in the mountains for several days in a row. After all, unlike farming, the harvest of hunters depends on luck.

"No, he asked me to help him fertilize his land, and I asked him for money, but he got annoyed." Chen Mo sometimes didn't want to deal with these people, even though they were about the same age or even older than himself.

But he is always so childish. How can there be any reason in this world to work for others for free?

Uncle Wang sighed and had no comment on this matter. Chen Mo was sensible early, but sometimes, he was a little less humane and too calculating. Uncle Wang couldn't tell whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, so he found a root in the house.

The stick was handed to Chen Mo and said: "What do you want to learn?"

"Martial arts." Chen Mo looked at Uncle Wang doubtfully. Is there any need to ask?

"There are many kinds of martial arts, axes, axes, hooks, forks, knives, spears, swords, halberds and bows. Which one do you want to learn?" Uncle Wang asked.

Chen Mo exclaimed: "Can Uncle Wang know these things?"

"..." Uncle Wang was silent for a while and then shook his head and said: "No, we hunters usually have knives, forks and bows and arrows. However, knives are very expensive and generally cannot be afforded. Our hunters here mostly use forks and bows.

stick."

It feels a lot different from swords, guns, swords and halberds, but Chen Mo can't express it directly. For him, some learning is good. He thought about it and said: "Uncle Wang, can you call me stick skills and archery skills?

"

There was no other way. Uncle Wang just threw a stick over. The purpose was already obvious. He was just asking questions. He definitely didn't mean to teach. Chen Mo still had the ability to observe words and emotions.

"The stick is relatively simple. I'm going to teach you how to stand today. Just follow my teachings and stand for a quarter of an hour every day. I'll teach you how to use it when you build up your strength someday." Uncle Wang pointed.

He nodded. Chen Mo is still young. Teaching him too much is not good for his health. Standing is the most basic, but it is also the most difficult. Perseverance is very important. Although Uncle Wang agreed to Chen Mo to teach him, if Chen Mo is three days old,

The progress of two days of fishing and drying the net, just by standing on the stakes, was enough for Chen Mo to give up the idea.

Although he didn't understand the relationship between stick skills and zhanzhuang, Chen Mo still nodded in agreement and watched Uncle Wang seriously as he made a zhanzhuang action. It didn't seem difficult.

Chen Mo was a little confused, but he still imitated Uncle Wang and made stance movements.

"The waist is sinking, so your strength should be used here." Uncle Wang began to help Chen Mo correct his posture.

"Uncle Wang, this... is so awkward!" After being adjusted, Chen Mo felt uncomfortable for a while. He could still stand easily at first, but after being adjusted, Chen Mo felt that his legs began to tremble.

"Then stand until you get used to it. Standing is the foundation of all martial arts. If you can't pass this level, everything you learn will be just a show." Uncle Wang glanced at Chen Mo and said.

"Oh~" Chen Mo could only grit his teeth when he heard this, his young body shaking constantly under the sunset.

At least the perseverance is good.
Chapter completed!