Chapter 107: Family heirloom! Yan Jiuru, like an old father,...
Chapter 107 Family Heirloom
That day, Yan Jiuru came out of the student union and ran into the father of his son’s kindergarten classmate, Mr. Yu from the school’s physical education department.
Teacher Yu stopped his bike and greeted him with a smile: "Zhuangzhuang Dad, what are you busy with?"
One is a student and the other is a teacher, but they are both fathers. Originally, they were not very familiar with each other and would not greet each other specifically when they met on campus.
It was not until we participated in the sports meet together, especially the tug-of-war competition among parents, that I inexplicably became close friends with many of the parents of my son's classmates.
Yan Jiuru hesitated for a moment, but still didn't call him "Teacher Yu".
"It's Dongdong's dad. Nothing much, just something to do with our autumn sports meet."
The main force of the school sports meet actually lies with the school sports team.
The student union is only responsible for major events, such as how to arrange the venue, what to do with the entrance ceremony, whether to arrange an opening performance, safety matters, the selection of school radio hosts, the grasp and collection of promotional material themes, and medical coverage for sports injuries, etc.
The specific events of each competition ultimately fall on the class, the sports committee member, and the corresponding physical education teacher.
***
He thought Teacher Yu was asking about the sports meet, but it turned out not to be the case.
Teacher Yu looked at Yan Jiuru with bright eyes. "The other day, Zhuangzhuang's stick moves were pretty good. I wonder where he learned them from?"
During the intermission that day, there was a performance by children.
When it came time to apply, Zhuangzhuang signed up for the job of playing with sticks.
This child has loved the "Golden Cudgel" ever since he got it. He plays around with it whenever he has nothing to do and doesn't feel tired at all.
Yan Jiuru watched him playing around without any rules, and suddenly an idea came to him. He dug out a set of martial arts stick techniques from his memory.
He carefully revised it again based on actual conditions, and it became a secret skill that he could pass on to future generations.
This set of stick techniques is divided into several stages from entry level to mastery. If one truly masters it, one can reach the level of a post-natal grandmaster.
He is a true master, not one who is given a title casually or called a master casually!
***
Teacher Yu is already the third person to inquire about it, and there are even a few parents who want their children to learn with him.
Yan Jiuru said helplessly: "It's a family heirloom."
It can be considered a family tradition since it was passed down from him.
Of course, family heirlooms cannot be leaked out, otherwise what is the point of calling them family heirlooms?
Dongdong's father is a sports person. He could see that the three-year-old boy's playful stick moves were a little different, but he was also sensible and just felt a little regretful.
"I think Zhuangzhuang is a good kid, but he will be a good talent in the future."
Which parent doesn’t like their child to be praised?
Yan Jiuru smiled and said, "It's not bad. His great grandfather laid a good foundation for him since he was young. He is only slightly better than other children."
Great grandfather, no wonder you say it’s a family heirloom.
***
Yan Jiuru was very happy.
Zhuangzhuang has only been learning stick techniques for a short time, and he has only learned to the point where he won't be hit by the stick. He can only roughly understand the most basic moves.
But this does not hinder the pride of an old father.
Yan Jiuru was thinking as he walked that he could make arrangements for the two little ones at home early, especially the girls. Whether it was for self-protection or anything else, learning martial arts would always be useful.
The old father thought about swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, etc. in his mind, and finally decided to learn to use a stick.
Although swords are stylish and powerful, they are inconvenient to carry on a daily basis. Where can you find them in a critical moment?
A stick is still the best, any shovel handle, an iron pipe, or even just a stick will do.
The main one is within easy reach.
It was happily decided!
Two cubs who are not even a hundred days old:...
***
As soon as Yan Jiuru arrived in the classroom, he was caught by Li Xiangdong.
"Brother, Brother Jiu, hurry up, you're the only one left." Li Xiangdong stuffed the registration form into his hand, "Pick two more."
Each person is limited to four events in the sports meet, but is not required to register for all four.
Before this, Yan Jiuru had only told him to sign up for two events that others avoided: a 3,000-meter long-distance race that would take your breath away, and a 100-meter relay race that would put your life at risk.
"What's wrong? Haven't you collected enough?"
Yan Jiuru pulled over the registration form and took a look. Everyone was trying to sign up for field events like shot put, discus, javelin, high jump, long jump, pole vault, etc. The short-distance track events were also okay, but there were very few people who registered for events longer than 800 meters.
"Brother Jiu, can you please sign up for a 4x4?"
Yan Jiuru didn't care. "Okay, no more. I have to take care of the site security. I really don't have time."
"Okay, okay, I know what I'm doing. We're going for the ranking, aren't we? Hehe."
Otherwise, any male classmate could go up and fool around.
***
There were practical classes in the afternoon, and Yan Jiuru spent the whole time in the small factory of the Institute of Technology.
He has recently been experimenting with a new technique for refining ore.
In his opinion, the current methods of extracting impurities are too crude, and the refined raw materials must be refined twice or even three times before they can be used.
Not only does it greatly waste manpower and material resources, the efficiency is also very low, and due to insufficient purification, defective products are easily produced during the manufacturing process.
However, his method is different from existing foreign technologies.
He discovered it based on the previous weapon refining techniques.
He didn't know where the fragment appeared in this world. Anyway, the various technologies were too different from those in the mortal world that he had known before. They were even inferior to the common technologies in the mortal world.
There is no trace of inheritance at all.
Yan Jiuru himself had never specifically practiced refining weapons. He only studied it seriously for a while when he first entered the Taoist school of the Four Arts in order to get the first place in the exam, but he gave it up after that stage.
From then on, the magic weapons and immortal artifacts he used were all made by specialized weapon-refining masters. The most he did was to put forward ideas and requirements and provide materials.
If he hadn't given his son the golden cudgel a while ago, he wouldn't have thought of this.
He originally thought that with his knowledge of refining tools, it would be easy for him to make a stick for his son.
I didn't expect that such a small stick would be either hard enough but too brittle and easily break, or tough enough but not hard enough, causing all kinds of problems.
Then he realized that the material was not good.
Too many impurities.
The Demon Lord gritted his teeth and asked for the ore to refine it himself. After all, a stick used by a child would not require much material.
After the golden cudgel was made, the two professors who had been following his work came to him.
One was a materials scientist and the other was a metallurgist, and just like that, the three of them formed a new technology project team.
Although Yan Jiuru's extraction method has achieved practical results, any technology needs to be repeatedly verified, applied on a large scale, and has standardized processes, etc., which is very complicated.
Of course, Yan Jiuru was not stupid enough to contribute his achievements casually. Instead, he applied for a technical patent based on his studies in the West, and then agreed to cooperate with the two professors to develop subsequent technical applications.
At present, his technology can not only refine super-high-quality steel, but he is also conducting experiments on other materials.
Yan Jiuru has been running here after class for several days for this project.
***
Yan Jiuru returned home as the sun set.
Chen Yin glanced at his hair and asked, "Are you working as a blacksmith at the Institute of Technology again?"
The School of Engineering is jokingly called the blacksmith shop at Yanjing University.
Most of their practical classes involve hammering and banging in their respective small factories, or grinding and making various noises.
He is completely different from the imagined college student holding books and looking serious.
Yan Jiuru brushed off the iron filings from his hair, raised his eyebrows, glanced at his wife and said with a smile: "A blacksmith must be strong himself!"
"Tsk!" Chen Yin rolled her eyes. He was such a show-off that she ignored him.
While eating, Yan Jiuru suddenly said, "By the way, I've thought of names for the two little ones."
Now not only Chen Yin looked at him, but his mother and grandmother also looked over.
"What's her name? Don't name your daughter something like flowers or grass. It's not popular anymore."
His mother has gained a lot of experience in recent years and thinks that people named Li, Na, Jing and Min are particularly nice and seem more cultured than names like flowers and grass.
Yan Jiuru lied and said, "I asked a master to give me the names. My sister is named Yujing and my brother is Fengsheng."
"Yujing, Fengsheng?" Chen Yin repeated it twice and asked, "Which words?"
Yan Jiuru: "There is a White Jade Palace in the sky, with twelve towers and five cities. The immortal touches my head and I am granted eternal life." It means good luck and longevity.
His daughter didn't have to work hard since she was born. As long as she doesn't go astray, she can achieve her dreams and live a safe and smooth life.
As for Fengsheng and Heming, they are both immortals. With him as their father, the Demon Lord, there is nothing they cannot suppress.
Chen Yin: So her daughter is the fairy’s house, she can just sit there, and her son is the fairy’s bird, he can order him around as he pleases.
But Chen Yin didn't say anything. After all, the name was quite nice and had a good meaning.
I think if there is an immortal, not everyone can get close to him.
***
Because they needed to take photos for the sports meet, in addition to the old camera originally owned by the school publicity department, Guo Zhen borrowed an Agfa from him because he knew he had one.
Cameras can be borrowed, but film cannot be borrowed.
Color film is not only expensive nowadays, but you can only buy it at specialized places like the Friendship Store.
Yan Jiuru called his wife: "Let's go, it's from the budget anyway, we can buy it and give it to Guo Zhen together with the camera, and we can also go shopping at the same time."
They have been busy at home and school lately. How long has it been since they went out for a walk?
Chen Yin thought about it and agreed.
***
Going to the Friendship Store from school is almost the same as going into the city. The two of them took the bus and changed buses twice before they got there.
Unexpectedly, when the two of them reached the door, they were almost blocked by the cold iron fence and couldn't get in.
It was only because Yan Jiuru happened to have a special work permit that he was allowed to pass after being scrutinized again and again.
Chen Yin muttered, "What era is this and why are you still treating people differently?"
The two of them took a quick look as they entered the room and headed straight to the second floor.
On the right hand side of the stairs, two or three waitresses wearing shirts and beautiful bow ribbons were gathered together, talking about something and giggling.
Seeing two students coming up, a salesperson scoffed, "Why are they letting anyone in now?"
The other one raised his eyelids and asked, "Whose relative could it be?"
Otherwise, this place is only open to foreign guests, and you can't get in even if you have money.
Yan Jiuru knocked on the glass counter and said, "Comrade, what brands of color films are there? Let me see."
The young waitress, who was guessing whose relatives they were, took a quick glance and, upon seeing Yan Jiuru's appearance, immediately became more enthusiastic. She raised her hand and said, "Go find the male waiter. He's in charge."
***
The male waiter walked over slowly: "The cheapest lottery ticket is 50, and the good ones are 80."
Yan Jiuru: "Okay, let's take a look."
It was as if they had no money.
The waiter lazily took two boxes and threw them on the counter.
Yan Jiuru saw that the English on the box said that the sheets were 36 sheets, unlike the Agfa sheets which had 24 sheets. He wanted to ask what the difference was, but seeing that the waiter didn't want to pay attention to him, he gave up and just bought two cheaper rolls.
I just bought some film when the waitress over there started arguing with a customer.
The two listened.
Because the customer wanted to pick out silk scarves to give to her foreign friends, she wanted to choose a variety of patterns and select a few.
The waiter just said: "That's all, take it or leave it."
There are obviously other colors, but they just won’t let me take them.
Tsk tsk, Chen Yin tugged at Yan Jiuru, "Let's go."
It’s better not to spend money and get angry.
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