The next morning, when Sun Zhengguo returned from his martial arts practice, he found the house empty. There was a bowl of porridge, a dish of pickled vegetables, and a few cornbread buns left on the table, indicating that everyone had finished eating.
Seeing that no one was around, Sun Zhengguo didn't think too much about it, sat down and started eating. Before long, he finished three cornbread buns and a bowl of porridge.
After patting his full stomach and tidying up a bit, Sun Zhengguo rummaged around the room for a while, found a few trinkets, and quietly put them into his spatial storage when no one was looking.
Just as I stepped outside, I bumped into my grandmother who was feeding the chickens, and immediately asked her what was wrong.
"Grandma, why is there no one in the house? Where did they go?"
When Grandma heard Sun Zhengguo ask this question, she didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a moment, she said...
"They went to find the Lin brothers. I asked them what they were going to do, and they said they were going to play 'Landlord' (a card game). Isn't that just nonsense? Is this something a few kids can participate in?"
"Hahaha……."
Upon hearing his grandmother's words, Sun Zhengguo burst out laughing.
"You silly child, why are you still laughing? Go and find them quickly."
Seeing that his grandmother was getting a little anxious, Sun Zhengguo quickly explained.
"Don't worry, Grandma, what they're talking about is a card game called Dou Dizhu."
After hearing Sun Zhengguo's explanation, Grandma was relieved, but she still said unhappily.
"Playing cards is just playing cards, why bother with playing landlord?"
Sun Zhengguo smiled and said to his grandmother.
"Grandma, I'll go take a look."
After saying that, Sun Zhengguo went out the door and headed towards his maternal grandfather's house.
As soon as I arrived at my maternal grandfather's house, before I even went inside, I heard my younger sister's voice coming from inside.
"Don't move, I have two kings, I'm betting, let's have another straight flush, hahaha... no one can beat me, a pair of fours, that's it, hahaha..."
"Hey, Zheng Hong, how come you always get two kings? I haven't gotten two kings in a single game today."
"Come on, Zhengdong, you lost. It's my turn this round."
Inside the house, Sun Zhenghong was laughing heartily, Lin Jijun was waiting to take over, and Sun Zhengdong was complaining.
Standing in front of the door, Sun Zhengguo chuckled as he listened. Yes, the culprit was none other than Sun Zhengguo himself. He was the one who taught them this way of playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), and who knew that these few would get so hooked and couldn't stop.
Seeing them playing cards, Sun Zhengguo didn't disturb them. Instead, he left the village and found a secluded grove of trees to hone his mental strength.
After entering the woods, Sun Zhengguo took out the prepared items from his spatial storage: a pair of scissors, an iron nail, and two embroidery needles.
Sun Zhengguo didn't dare to pick anything too heavy, because he hadn't managed to swat the fish he caught yesterday.
I tried the scissors first. I channeled my mental energy into them, locked onto them, and then slowly lifted them up. Unfortunately, it was useless; the scissors didn't even budge.
Seeing this, Sun Zhengguo shook his head, thinking to himself, "Could I have misunderstood? No, let's try again. What if it works?"
Next, Sun Zhengguo tried using iron nails, "Damn it, still no good."
Look at the two remaining embroidery needles; these are our last hope. If all else fails, then so be it! After all, it's a bit too fantastical.
His spiritual energy once again emanated from his body, locked onto the embroidery needle, and slowly enveloped it. He lifted it upwards once, twice, and on the third lift, the embroidery needle moved slightly.
Seeing the embroidery needle move, Sun Zhengguo was overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he relaxed, the embroidery needle returned to its original position.
Although the embroidery needle was restored to its original state, Sun Zhengguo already knew that as long as the embroidery needle could move once, it could move a second time, which proved that his thinking was correct.
Next, Sun Zhengguo kept experimenting, and finally, after an hour, he was able to lift the embroidery needle, although the movement was still somewhat slow.
By noon, the rust-needle controlled by mental energy was able to move on its own in various directions, and its speed had also increased considerably.
Sun Zhengguo stopped, not because he didn't want to practice anymore, but because he was mentally exhausted. If he continued practicing, his brain would feel a tearing pain. So he packed up his things and went back to the village.
"Jung-guk is back. Wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon."
When the grandfather saw that his grandson had returned, it was just time for dinner, so he called him over to eat.
"Okay, Grandpa, you go ahead, I'll be right there."
After saying that, Sun Zhengguo scooped some water into a basin, washed himself quickly, and then went to eat.
Today's lunch was very simple: steamed buns made from a mixture of wheat and vegetables we grew ourselves.
But adults and children alike enjoyed the meal. These days, being able to eat your fill is good enough; nobody is picky about food.
Although Sun Zhengguo is capable of eating well, it would be difficult to explain why he suddenly took it out. If a famine were to occur, Sun Zhengguo would definitely help out.
After finishing his meal, Sun Zhengguo went for a nap so he could recover his energy more quickly.
In the afternoon, when Sun Zhengguo woke up, it was almost 3 o'clock. After thinking about it, he decided to practice a bit so he could rest when he got home in the evening.
The tempering of mental strength is tedious and grueling. It feels like being urged to update a novel, your brain feels completely emptied out. In short, the kind of intense and unpleasant experience is unbearable for most people.
Sun Zhengguo was currently in the grove, enjoying the invigorating sensation, using his mental energy to control the rust needle, moving it up, down, left, and right again and again.
The speed is now much faster, comparable to a motorcycle. As for the attack power, Sun Zhengguo tried it out and the effect was good.
The tree, as thick as an arm, was pierced through in an instant, but the rusty needle was ruined. There was only one left, but Sun Zhengguo dared not try again. If it was ruined as well, he would have nothing left to practice with.
After dinner at home, Sun Zheng'an still wanted to play cards, but Sun Zhengguo refused outright. "Is there anything more important than sleeping these days?"
Two days later, Sun Zhengguo went out and bought several packs of needles, intending to do the test again today.
Arriving at the grove, I chose a tree as thick as a bucket and launched the attack. A flash of silver light appeared, and even the thick tree couldn't stop me. The rusty needle pierced through my body and I was still floating in mid-air.
Seeing these results, Sun Zhengguo was quite satisfied. His training over the past few days had not been in vain. Through practice, his mental strength could now extend to 17 meters.
After the experiment, Sun Zhengguo continued to train his mental strength, but he no longer planned to practice needlework, so he took out iron nails from his spatial storage.
After several days of training, Sun Zhengguo is now able to use his mental power perfectly, unlike before when he couldn't even drive it.
Then began another round of grueling ordeal: mental energy activated, locking onto the iron nail, lifting it into the air, once, twice, over and over again…
...
Two days later, in the grove.
With a whoosh, a streak of black light flashed and instantly pierced through the large tree in front, revealing a steel nail with its edges smoothed, floating in the air.
"It's done! I did it!"
With a loud shout from Sun Zhengguo, the floating iron nails, having lost control, fell from the sky.
Picking up the nail from the ground, Sun Zhengguo gripped it tightly in his hand. Recalling the past few days, he couldn't help but shudder.
"It's so bitter, so incredibly bitter. This kind of pain is simply indescribable."
"Perhaps it's time to take a few days off."
Sun Zhengguo muttered to himself.
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