The sound of a bell rang, waking Zhang Xudong from his sleep. It was the bell calling the commune members to work. It was also the best sound Zhang Xudong had heard since crossing over.
As the bell rang, the entire mountain village suddenly came alive from its dead silence. Voices calling children, scolding wives for being late, the clatter of doors opening and closing—although chaotic, it was filled with life. Compared to the silence of the past few days, Zhang Xudong preferred the current bustle. This clamor reassured Zhang Xudong that he was truly alive in this world.
"Dongzi, the rice is warming on the stove. You can tell Yanyan to wash her face and eat later. I'm going to work first." Grandma's voice came from outside the window. Before Zhang Xudong could answer, footsteps were heard outside, gradually fading away. Zhang Xudong checked his watch. It was just half past five in the morning. Looking outside, it was only just beginning to get light.
Zhang Xudong got up quickly, cleaned the yard, and practiced a set of boxing. Zhang Xudong wasn't a member of the team yet, so he didn't have to go to work and was very free. Seeing that it was getting light, he went to wake the little girl.
"Yanyan, you little lazy pig, it's time to get up." He pinched the little girl's nose and woke her up. The little girl opened her eyes and stared blankly for a while. She said aggrievedly:
"Brother is a bad brother. He never plays with Yanyan. Yanyan always plays alone at home." Thinking about it, I have indeed neglected my sister these days.
In the original owner's memory, her mother was unreliable, her father was often away from home, and her grandmother was back home. She had practically raised her younger sister by herself and she was very dependent on her.
I need to spend more time with my grandma and sister. In my previous life, when my grandparents passed away and I was left alone, I realized how precious family love is. I must cherish it even more in this life.
"Brother says sorry to Yanyan. Brother will play with Yanyan today, okay? But you have to get up first. Don't you want to practice martial arts?" When the little girl heard about practicing martial arts, she was no longer sleepy or acted coquettishly, and got up with a grunt.
He helped the girl put on her clothes, fetched some water for her to wash her face, and then took her to the yard.
\u0027"Yan Yan, you have to stand for twenty minutes today. If you stand well, I will ask you to do some boxing today."
"Brother, I can definitely stand well. I practice many times every day. You must teach me how to box and don't cheat." Looking at the little sister standing there, she seemed to be trying very hard. Even her legs were shaking, but she didn't cry or make a fuss and still persisted.
Thinking back to her excitement about learning boxing, I felt like this little girl was taking martial arts training a bit too seriously! I wasn't going to raise a tomboy, was I? No, I had to think about it. Having a soft and gentle sister is a comforting thing, but having a sister who fights all day is terrifying.
After she finished standing still, he watched her stretch her legs and feet, then explained to her the key points of punching and retracting her fists. He practiced with her for a while and then called it a day. After washing up, he ate while teasing the little girl:
"Sister, can I teach you about herbs?
"Brother, who is Herbal Medicine? Why do I need to know Herbal Medicine? Does she know me?"
Zhang Xudong smacked his lips, scratched the back of his neck and continued:
"Herbs are used to treat diseases. If someone has a cold, a fever, a stomachache, or a headache, they will be treated with herbs. Also, if someone is injured or bleeding, they will be treated with herbs."
"Have you learned that if grandma gets sick like she did a few days ago, I can make her get better?
If you get beaten by a bad woman again like last time, I won't let you faint, right, brother? "
Zhang Xudong rolled his eyes. Is this sister his biological sister? Is she his biological sister? Why doesn't she wish her family well?
"Sister, what you said is true, but don't worry, I won't be beaten by anyone again. You practice martial arts to keep fit and protect yourself, so that no one can bully you. So, you don't need to practice martial arts so hard in the future, I will protect you." The little girl blinked her eyes and shook her head.
"That won't work. I still have to work hard on my martial arts training. Yesterday, Gousheng said something bad about you, so I beat him up. He cried and said he would go home and call his mom, so I gave him a piece of fruit candy and told him not to cry and not to go home and complain, and he agreed." The little girl thought for a moment and then said:
"I asked her to call me sister from now on, and she agreed. Heidan and Sanya also asked me to beat them up, but I didn't because I had no candy."
Zhang Xudong slapped his forehead. "Whatever you fear will come true. This girl is not only going to be a tomboy, she's also going to be a big sister." "Can we handle this?" he began to doubt himself.
"Sister, why should we let others call us sister?" Zhang Xudong was a little confused about this question.
"Brother, you see I can't beat you, and I cry more than you, so I call you brother. Gousheng can't beat me either, and he cries more than me, so shouldn't he call me sister? I can't call you brother, I'm a girl."
Zhang Xudong was about to cry. Is this how I became your brother?
"Little sister, you know you are a girl. Girls should be quiet and gentle, and not fight."
"Can't I fight even if I'm bullied?"
"That won't work. If you're bullied, you can fight back. That's called self-protection. We just need to not bully others, but we can't let ourselves be bullied. Otherwise, what's the point of learning martial arts?"
"Brother, Gousheng said bad things about you and bullied me yesterday, so I beat him up."
This didn't seem wrong. Speaking ill of someone's brother to his face was a bit of a bully, wasn't it? But something felt off. What had I originally wanted to say?
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