My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (73)

Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher, Chapter 73: I Miss My Ancestors!

Liang Jun was truly terrified by the two old men before him. It was just a matter of winning or losing! Was it really worth cutting off hands and legs

? The old man with the clothes covering him was particularly domineering; demanding someone leave their hand after just one game of chess immediately lowered Liang Jun's

impression . And the old man from Northeast China seemed too cowardly. Judging by his skill, he wasn't weak either; how come he

didn't even protest when asked to leave his hand before agreeing?

Liang Jun couldn't bear to see such a bloody scene unfold before his eyes, so he immediately stepped in front of

the old man , saying, "Wait a minute, gentlemen, what's wrong that you can't resolve? Why must you leave someone's hand behind?"

The two old men turned to look at the boy, only then realizing there was a boy in front of them.

The old man said impatiently, "What? Do we need your interference to decide what we're going to do?"

Seeing his overbearing attitude, Liang Jun became annoyed without realizing it. A surge of anger rose to his head, and disregarding how powerful

the old man , he immediately said, "You're always leaving people's hands behind. So cruel, and you won't allow anyone to stop you?"

The two old men exchanged glances, both unable to suppress a smile, but the old man covered by the clothes still had

a stern face and said sternly, "Anyone who dares to interfere with me, Sun Xiucai, isn't even born yet. Today you've shown your face, so don't blame me

for destroying the evidence."

With that, he raised his hand.

Seeing the old man raise his hand, Liang Jun was genuinely frightened. However, he then thought that since he had taken on

this , he couldn't play dumb; he had to face the consequences, whether he lived or died. He stood there without moving, but said, "

Even if you kill me, I will protect the old man from Northeast China."

His words subtly implied that there

was a highly skilled martial artist present, while simultaneously warning the old man, "I'm standing up for you; how can you

just watch me get killed?"

The two old men exchanged a glance and finally burst into laughter. The old man from Northeast China patted Liang Jun's head and said,

"That's right, now I have someone to protect me."

The old man covered by the clothes said, "Little brat, you have no ability but still try to stand up for others."

Liang Jun was confused. The two were chatting and laughing; they didn't seem to have had a falling out. What was going on?

Had he managed to persuade both of them? Just then, the old man covering himself with a robe

said to the old man from Northeast China, "Hurry up, don't try to back out."

The old man from Northeast China pointed at him with his finger, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Sun Xiucai, you're still the same

old pedantic person argumentative."

Saying this, he walked to the chessboard, raised his hands to his chest, hesitated for a moment, then raised both hands together and

slapped them against the cement floor. His hands sank half a centimeter into the cement, clearly carving the shapes of two hands.

"Is that enough now? Old man! I won't stoop to your level, I thought someone was afraid of you."

He stood up, glanced at Liang Jun, and muttered to himself, "Not bad, not bad at all."

Then he left without looking back.

Liang Jun then realized that what was left were handprints, not actual hands. Thinking back to how he had actually tried

to protect such a skilled old man, he realized how incredibly foolish he had been.

He looked at Sun Xiucai somewhat embarrassedly and said, "Grandpa, I'm sorry to have bothered you."

Sun Xiucai didn't even look at him, just waved his hand and said, "Then get lost."

Liang Jun walked away dejectedly. After walking about ten meters, Sun Xiucai called out from behind, "Wait."

Liang Jun turned around and looked at him, saying, "Grandpa, is there something you need?"

"Your clothes."

"Grandpa, keep them. I have some in my dormitory."

Liang Jun really couldn't bear to take the clothes back.

"Wear them. These are your clothes to begin with."

Seeing how determined Sun Xiucai was, Liang Jun didn't insist anymore. He was about to take them back when he thought of

a question, so he asked, "Then, Grandpa Sun, where do you live?"

"Isn't it good to live here? I'm guarding the bank."

Sun Xiucai said as he sat down, put a tattered backpack behind him, and then, without looking at Liang Jun,

closed his eyes to meditate.

"Grandpa Sun, if you don't mind, why don't you come stay in my dormitory?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I don't like crowds."

"There's no one else there, just me."

"Still not good." "

..."

Liang Jun didn't know what to say.

"I don't have any money, I can't pay your room rate."

Sun Xiucai continued to close his eyes and rest.

"As long as you go to Zixing, I won't charge you."

"Why do you want me to stay?"

"I miss my grandfather."

Liang Jun gave what he thought was a very clever reason. Sun Xiucai said, "Then it's not suitable for me, even your grandfather

has to call me grandfather."

"Then I miss my ancestor, okay?"

Liang Jun said fiercely.

"Then lead the way."

From then on, Liang Jun had a living ancestor.

The next day, Liang Jun was still fast asleep when he felt a burning pain on his buttocks. Opening his eyes, he saw it was Sun

Xiucai, who had hit him on the buttocks with a cane. Liang Jun, still sleepy, rubbed his eyes and said, "What's wrong,

ancestor?"

"Make me some tea."

Liang Jun didn't dare to delay and quickly got up to boil water. After a while, he suddenly remembered that he didn't have any tea leaves.

Sun Xiucai, with his eyes still closed, rummaged in his pocket for a while and threw out a small packet. When he opened it, it was just

some grayish tea dust. Liang Jun asked doubtfully, "Can this stuff be drunk?"

Sun Xiucai angrily snatched the tea dust away and said, "Unless you're an educated person, you won't get to drink it, you'll never have the chance to drink

it. Tell me, can this stuff be drunk or not?"

Only then did Liang Jun, still doubtful, boil the water and brew the tea.

After brewing the tea, Liang Jun was about to sit down when Sun Xiucai said, "Go buy me some food. I want two catties of fried dough sticks."

Liang Jun thought to himself, "Can an old man eat two catties of fried dough sticks?"

Thinking this, he walked out, but then thought again on the way, "Since he wants to eat them, I'll buy two catties."

Since the incident with his teacher, Liang Jun had become much more frugal with money, no longer

spending whatever his parents gave him. Now, when Sun Xiucai asked him to buy two jin of fried dough sticks, he felt a pang of regret. But today, he

was quite generous, running out to buy two jin of fried dough sticks and, in his cleverness, also buying some soy milk. He

was determined to see how this rascal would manage to eat those two jin of fried dough sticks.

When he entered the house, he saw Sun Xiucai still resting with his eyes closed, so he didn't dare disturb him. He quietly placed the fried dough sticks on

the table , found a bowl, poured the soy milk into it, and waited quietly.

After waiting for a long time, Sun Xiucai still hadn't woken up. Knowing he was about to go to work, Liang Jun thought, "What's

going ? Didn't I just sleep all night? Why am I sleepy again?"

He coughed and said, "Grandpa, let's eat."

Sun Xiucai opened his eyes, displeased, and said, "Didn't you see I was meditating? Are you deliberately disturbing me?"

Liang Jun stuck out his tongue and didn't say anything more, just waiting nearby. Just as it was time to go to work, Sun

Xiucai woke up, picked up the fried dough sticks on the table, but then put them down again: "What are you doing? These fried dough sticks are cold,

are you going to give them to me?"

"Well, it seems I really have invited back my ancestor."

Liang Jun inwardly felt wronged. He had gone to buy them as instructed, and when he returned, Sun Xiucai was still meditating

. He had kindly reminded him, but Sun Xiucai scolded him.

Thinking it over, since Sun Xiucai was his ancestor, he might as well do as his ancestor said, and immediately went to buy more.

Sun Xiucai watched him leave silently, thinking to himself, "This kid has patience, not in a hurry at all. I'm going to

try to teach my apprentice the three trials of the ancients, but I wonder if this kid is Zhang Liang."

Thinking this, he picked up a fried dough stick from the table and started eating. He had come all the way from Yunnan to Shanghai to see his old friend, only to find that his friend

had passed away . His friend's whole family were in their sixties and seventies, and they had long been fed up with his friend's antics over the years. This old codger

, who had lived since the late Qing Dynasty, was probably still alive, which was incredibly

tiresome. Now, with this old relic arriving, they naturally didn't want to see him. Sun Xiucai sighed deeply.

He hadn't eaten for days after leaving his friend's house and was starving.

Back then, he had followed Cai E in his escapades, serving as Cai E's advisor. He was full of genuine talent and knowledge. When he followed Cai E

into the Presidential Palace, a group of advisors lined up to book him meals. Later, Cai E died young, and

he lost interest, spending his life watching ants fight in Dali, Yunnan.

Now that he's old, he misses those old folks—it's strange, these old folks are all born in the Year

of the Tortoise , their age incredibly long, having lived through several dynasties, outliving several rulers of the new dynasties

. These folks are still alive.

These past two years, he's been having recurring dreams, which he finds unsettling; he fears he doesn't have much time left, so he decided to travel.

He left with little money, as he's never cared about money, assuming that as in the past, he could

simply announce to the authorities, "Scholar Sun is here,"

and someone would bring him everything.

Now, nobody pays him any attention; no one recognizes his knowledge. He's really lost face,

and has gone hungry for several days.

He's taken a good look at the boy he met yesterday. Just the fact that a child could watch two old folks, rambling on

about ancient artifacts, without getting bored all night, so engrossed, shows he's a patient fellow.

Furthermore, few young people these days are well-liked, especially by the elderly. Even their own parents would turn

their backs on them, let alone a complete stranger like an old man. Yesterday, this kid asked for his clothes and gave them to him.

When he saw Old Chu was about to suffer, he stood up to protect him. He's truly a promising young man. Judging from Old Chu's attitude yesterday, he's definitely

got him.

Of course, I have to keep this young man

here; otherwise, Old Chu might take action, and that's not a kind person. From then on, Scholar Sun lived here. And Liang Jun had one more thing to do from then on: every morning,

Scholar Sun would wake him up and make him do horse stance.

Liang Jun had loved watching martial arts movies since childhood and had long dreamed of becoming a martial arts hero, imagining himself leaping across rooftops like those

chivalrous figures . However, as time went on, he realized that the leaping and scaling feats depicted on television

were just a hoax; such martial arts simply didn't exist in the real world. Even so, he still envied

those who possessed martial arts skills, especially after this incident where, lacking any real ability, he was easily manipulated and nearly

lost his life. Had he possessed skills, he wouldn't have been in such a sorry state.

While he was sound asleep that morning, Sun Xiucai got up and unceremoniously made him

run and practice horse stance for several tens of minutes at a time, until his legs ached from walking.

Fortunately, although Liang Jun was sleep-deprived and feeling terrible, he had no one to blame but himself,

so he gritted his teeth and persevered every day, following Sun Xiucai's instructions to practice horse stance and other basic skills.

After dinner, Liang Jun was sometimes so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open. He would always grit his teeth and

persevere, going out to collect bottles and even using some of his wages to try and collect old newspapers and other recyclables. Some

residential areas were far from the recycling centers, so residents didn't want to walk that far. Seeing a teenager

like Liang Jun collecting recyclables, they felt sorry for him and, since he collected a little more than others, they would sell him their old newspapers and books.

Sometimes, he collected so much that he couldn't sell it all, and it piled up everywhere in his dormitory.

One time , Qin Da happened to come to his room and, seeing the room full of recyclables, asked, "What are you doing with all this junk

?"

At that time, Sun Xiucai was always out, and Qin Da hadn't seen him. If Qin Da saw that he was keeping an old man

in the room , he wondered what he would think.

Liang Jun suddenly realized that doing these things in other people's houses wasn't a long-term solution.

From then on, he started looking for cheaper rental properties outside. Meanwhile,

whenever accumulated a certain amount of scrap, he would quickly sell it to avoid making his house too messy.

The first time he sold scrap, including the bottles he collected and the old books and newspapers he gathered, he actually earned a net profit of 127 yuan.

He was overjoyed, carefully unfolding each bill and placing it in his inner pocket, even getting up in the middle of the night to

count it.

This money was different from the wages he earned from working; it was money he had obtained through clever trickery, without any initial investment,

so naturally he valued it highly.

Emboldened by this success, Liang Jun further honed his skills,

repairing an old, unused bicycle at the construction factory. He used it every evening when he went out, carrying back any

scrap .

One day, he rode his bicycle to Huanhai Middle Road, not far from the factory. He'd been there

several times before, finding it interesting; it still retained the style of the 1920s and 30s. Walking through the old alleyways,

he called out to everyone, just for fun.

While wandering around, he heard someone call out, "Hey, come here!"

Liang Jun turned around and saw a young man in his thirties standing in front of a four-story building, waving at him.

He went over and asked, "Do you need something?"

The man asked, "Do you collect used newspapers and magazines?"

Liang Jun was delighted. Business was booming; collecting mineral water bottles was ideal, as there were no costs,

but he had to search everywhere, and sometimes others would compete with him, so he didn't earn much in a day. Waste paper and newspapers

are different. Although the profit margin is small, whoever sells them will get at least a hundred or two hundred pounds, making

a considerable .

He followed the young man upstairs to a small room of several dozen square meters. The furniture was old and worn

, and everything was in disarray, as if the owner had moved.

Liang Jun asked, "Moved?"

The young man seemed to be in a good mood and said, "This is my uncle's house. He has passed away and

has no descendants, so I'm here to sell off his property."

Liang Jun understood that the family had no children, and the young man had gotten a good deal and inherited the estate.

He needed to negotiate a good price with this kind of person.

The young man pointed to a pile of books and newspapers in the bedroom and asked, "How much?"

Liang Jun glanced at them and estimated that the books weighed at least 200 jin (100 kg). At 3 mao (0.3 yuan) per jin, that would be 60 yuan. But

since he wanted to negotiate the price, he couldn't give 60 yuan, so he shook his head and said, "Not many, at most 40 yuan."

The man didn't haggle at all and said, "Hurry up and move them, I need to get rid of them quickly, I'm going abroad."

Liang Jun was delighted and quickly stuffed them into his pockets, then carried them to the dormitory, finishing very late.

The next day at noon, he went to sell the books and newspapers. While tidying them up,

a stack of He didn't know what they were, and when he showed them to Sun Xiucai, he didn't understand either. So he showed them to

Qin Da, and to his surprise, Qin Da's eyes almost popped out. He grabbed Liang Jun's hand and shook it vigorously: "

Where did these?"

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