Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1067 Luo Tuan Bajiquan, Patron Batel (Two Chapters Combined)
Zhuang Shan and Batel looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing Fang Yan's words.

What skills do they have that they can demonstrate here?

For a moment, the two of them felt somewhat lost.

"I... I don't know anything special..." Zhuang Shan said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan shrugged and said:

"Then I can't help you. You know the current situation. You need to have some ability to get someone to make an exception. At least it has to be something that can be explained in public. Otherwise, even if I agree to help you, the other company will never agree."

At this point, my mother chimed in:

"Yeah, just like in the Korean War, you have to know something."

“Our family’s dialect can be featured in newspapers and on the radio, and that’s something he earned himself. If he didn’t have some talent, he wouldn’t have been able to have these conditions just by relying on connections.”

“When Yuan Chao first entered the city, he studied very hard. Now that he’s working, he’s working like crazy. He hasn’t come back yet because he’s busy at his workplace.”

The eldest sister also said:
"Zhuang Shan, our two families have known each other for so many years, and we know each other very well. If I have any connections that can help you solve your problems, I certainly won't hide them from you."

When Zhuang Shan heard what her older sister and the others said, she bit her lip, her face showing a conflicted expression.

If she or Batel had any ability, they wouldn't need to beg Fang Jie for help.

Because they live on the grasslands, the skills they possess are things they can't apply in the city. Even their tracking skills aren't particularly impressive.

In this respect, he was no match for Zhao Yuanchao. Back in the pastoral areas, Zhao Yuanchao was a well-known expert in his circle. If a sheep went missing, people would usually go to Zhao Yuanchao for help.

Who would have thought that such a skill for finding livestock on the grasslands could be used in the city?

Zhuang Shan could only blame herself for choosing the wrong man. If she had been assigned to Zhao Yuanchao's family and Fang Jie to Batel's family, the situation would probably be different now.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered a thing her husband and Zhao Yuanchao had in common, and her eyes lit up. She said to her husband, Batel:
"By the way, I remember you said you learned kung fu with Brother Yuanchao in the commune before? It was called Baguaquan, wasn't it?"

“Bajiquan,” Batel said.

"Yes, yes, that's it." Zhuang Shan nodded repeatedly.

"This is useful? It's just something used for fighting on the grasslands," Batel asked somewhat uncertainly.

"It...it should work, right?" Zhuang Shan was a little unsure now that her husband had asked her.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the things I learned to fight are really not very useful, since this city is a world of civilized people.

However, just as they were having doubts, Fang Yan was somewhat surprised.

asked:

"Are you and my brother-in-law fellow disciples?"

Batel nodded:
"Uh, yes, Yuanchao and I studied Bajiquan together, but we don't usually call each other fellow disciples. Our master wasn't particularly keen on making his teaching public."

Upon hearing that he also knew Bajiquan and was a fellow disciple of his brother-in-law, Fang Yan was somewhat taken aback. If that was the case, then he could indeed help with the job.

The bodyguards around Lao Hu are not enough, so now Lao Cui is with him every day.

Although Lao Cui earns a high salary, he basically has no time to rest, and even less time to spend with his family.

Having someone else take over the shift is good for Lao Hu.

After a trip to Hong Kong, Fang Yan truly understood the importance of bodyguards.

They also knew that one bodyguard was simply not enough.

People always have moments of carelessness, so at least two people are needed to ensure safety.

Old Hu was thinking something similar to Fang Yan at this moment.

He glanced at Fang Yan, implying whether he wanted to test the man's character.

Fang Yan remained calm in his expression and tone, and said to them in a composed manner:
"If it involves kung fu, then it is indeed a skill."

Upon hearing Fang Yan's words, the couple, who had been somewhat doubtful, suddenly brightened up.

“But it’s not enough to just know how to do it…” Fang Yan continued.

Batel said:
"We know that, you need to know how to play, right?"

Nodding in dialect:

"Yes."

Zhuang Shan asked with some doubt:

"So...so you're telling him to go find someone to fight?"

If Fang Yan and the others said yes, she would definitely think that Fang Yan was planning to play a trick on the two of them.

However, Fang Yan shook his head and said:

"No need for that. Just practice Bajiquan in the yard and learn to handle those stone locks."

Before Zhuang Shan could even speak, Battelle immediately nodded:
"it is good!"

Then he rubbed his hands together nervously and said:

"Should I practice now to show you, or should I wait for everyone to arrive before I practice?"

He said in dialect:

"Let's practice now."

Batel nodded, and immediately took off his clothes and handed them to his wife, revealing a faded red vest and dark red skin.

He was about to get into a fighting stance when he said that.

As a result, his wife immediately slapped him.

"Who told you to practice here? Go to the yard!" Zhuang Shan said irritably.

Batel shrank his neck and quickly walked outside.

This scene made Fang Yan and Lao Hu frown. Zhuang Shan was too domineering, and Batel was so honest and simple. If this was the case, it would be difficult to keep this bodyguard by their side.

However, the group continued walking outside without stopping. As they went out, Old Hu said to Li Chuanwu:
"You also practice Bajiquan, Chuanwu. Watch carefully later."

Li Chuanwu nodded and said:
"Ok."

Zhuang Shan and Batel overheard this, and the couple became a little nervous. Could the people in the big city do the same things as the farmers in their grassland commune?

It would be unpleasant if a bunch of flaws were found out later.

Zhuang Shan whispered to the man:

"Play only what you're good at, don't make a fool of yourself!"

Batel opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but he held back the words.

He said something wrong and embarrassed his wife; she's probably going to throw a tantrum again.

Once he stood in the courtyard, Batel suddenly seemed like a different person, his eyes turning cold and stern.

With feet half a step apart, toes slightly pointed, waist and abdomen suddenly tightened, like a fully drawn bow, hands rising in a top-down posture, this is the Bajiquan horse stance with elbow pointing upwards. Just looking at the starting posture, it is the same Luotuan Bajiquan style as my brother-in-law's.

Batel frowned, let out a low groan, and stomped his right foot hard on the ground with a dull thud, shaking up the dust on the bluestone slab.

This initial stance was fierce. He then thrust his right fist forward with the momentum of his stomping foot, the wind whistling as his fist twisted like a spiral. Before it reached his target, he abruptly stopped and withdrew his fist. Then, his arm muscles bulged like old tree roots, his fist pressed tightly against his dantian, and a burst of deep energy erupted from his chest, turning into a short shout. This startled the sparrows in the corner of the yard, causing them to flutter away.

Immediately afterwards, he slid his left foot forward half a foot, his body tilted sideways like a door panel, and his right shoulder suddenly bulged as he used the "Mountain-Pulling Lean" move again.

The next second, he used the force of his sliding step and twisting waist to stretch his entire body into a hard bow. When his shoulder slammed out, it brought a "whoosh" sound. When he finished, his feet slammed into the ground, leaving a half-circle of blurry shoe prints on the bluestone slab.

Then he changed tactics, feinting an attack with his left fist while his right fist pierced through his ribs, twisting like a whip.

"what!"

His wrist had already rotated inward beforehand, and he threw three punches in quick succession. The shadows of his fists intertwined, forming an impenetrable net, each punch accompanied by a "Hmph! Ha!"

You can tell there's something there.

Then he swayed, lowered his body, and swept his right leg out like an iron whip. The wind from his leg swept across the ground, and the dust he kicked up drew an arc in the air. Immediately afterwards, he leaned forward and spread his shoulders wide.

After finishing, he scratched his head, stopped, and looked at Fang Yan.

This scene left everyone around completely dumbfounded.

"Huh? It's gone?" Old Hu was dumbfounded.

Li Chuanwu was just telling Lao Hu, "The difference between small frame and large frame, and between internal and external styles of Bajiquan. Internal training emphasizes the 'hum and ha' breaths, which are the embodiment of internal training. The Vajra Eight Forms with stance training is external training."

They haven't even mentioned the rubbing kick, springing leg, stomping stance, elbow strike, or leaning back...

And that was the end of it.

At this moment, Batel's face turned red. He glanced at his wife, who was about to explode, and he really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Then...then I'll practice with the stone lock?" he asked, somewhat uncertainly.

Zhuang Shan clenched her fists tightly at this moment.

Unlike the others, Fang Yan remained calm. In fact, the outcome was exactly as Fang Yan had predicted. Batel and his brother-in-law used the same tactics: their moves were ruthless but disjointed, and they only used three basic attacks before resorting to the same tricks again. (See Chapter 313)
I remember my brother-in-law was skilled in Bajiquan spear fighting.

When Fang Yan saw Batel going to get the stone lock, he asked him:
"Does the big gun work?"

Button lived there, to be honest:

"Yes, he can, but he won't be as good as Yuanchao."

Fang Yan turned to the righteous little boy and said:
"Justice, go and get your father's gun."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhengyi immediately ran to the front yard and quickly retrieved the large gun barrel his father had made from his father's room.

This thing doesn't have a spearhead; it's just a stick.

My brother-in-law practices every morning; his technique is far more refined than Bajiquan.

Having brought the gun barrel, Zhao Zhengyi handed it to Batel.

After receiving the gun barrel, Batel weighed it in his hand and was quite satisfied with the gun barrel made by his brother-in-law. He immediately started playing with it.

Batel gripped the middle of the gun barrel with both hands, his front hand like a pincer and his back hand like a grip, the gun hanging diagonally at his side.

Suddenly, he flicked his wrist, and the gun barrel swept out with a "whoosh," leaving a blur before stopping three inches in front of his chest. He slid forward with his left foot, pressed down hard on the butt of the gun with his right hand, and the tip of the gun cut horizontally to the left like a sickle. The air was sliced ​​open with a "hiss" sound, and the gun barrel spun half a circle in his palm.

Before the momentum of blocking the gun could dissipate, his wrist suddenly flipped, and the gun barrel slashed sharply to the right, trembling as it drew an "∞" shape, generating a whistling sound from the force of the wind.

His waist and abdomen relaxed like a bowstring, and all his strength surged forward along the gun barrel, thrusting straight at the tree trunk in front of him.

The spearhead left afterimages in the air, and with a soft "whoosh," it stopped abruptly just half an inch from the tree bark, the dust on the bark being shaken off by the force of the impact.

Next, Batel moved with lightning speed, the spear spinning left and right with his body, sometimes sweeping horizontally like a windmill, sometimes thrusting upwards like a venomous snake, the shaft weaving an impenetrable web in the sunlight. As he turned his waist, the butt of the spear slammed against his shoulder, using the recoil to fling the spear tip out with a crisp "snap," instantly shattering the spiderweb three feet away.

Seeing this, Lao Hu finally shouted "Good!" This gave Battier a boost of confidence.

Gunfire erupted, and the "whoosh" of gunfire never ceased.

Fang Yan could tell that although Batel's marksmanship was not as exquisite as his brother-in-law's, the difference was not particularly large.

It's far superior to his three-pronged approach to Bajiquan.

Li Chuanwu, who was standing to the side, explained these moves to Lao Hu. When Batel suddenly stopped, the courtyard suddenly fell silent. He held his breath for a while, and then let out a long breath after he had calmed down.

"He's a good fighter; he didn't even break a sweat during the whole meal," Li Chuanwu praised Batel from the side.

After receiving the praise, Batel felt a little embarrassed and quickly put down his gun to get the stone lock.

These stone locks were specially made by my brother-in-law. He felt the original ones were not comfortable to use, so he replaced them with larger ones.

Batel struggled to lift the stone lock. His brother-in-law was 1.9 meters tall, while Batel, though 1.85 meters tall, had lost weight and was not getting enough nutrition since he had only recently returned to the city.

He mustered all his strength and finally managed to lift the stone weight, but he had already used up a lot of energy wielding the gun, so lifting the stone weight was even more difficult.

He had only lifted it a few times when he couldn't hold on any longer and had to put it down. He let out a sharp breath, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his red vest. He felt like his whole body was falling apart, and he swayed and almost lost his balance.

"What are you up to?" Zhuang Shan was getting impatient when her husband messed up right after being praised. "You always mess up at crucial moments!"

Batel glanced at his wife and children, gritted his teeth, and tried to move the stone weight again.

"That's enough!" Fang Yan called out to him.

"Comrade Fang Yan, please give him another chance," Zhuang Shan quickly tried to smooth things over. "He just ate too much. He's usually very strong!"

Fang Yan frowned and said, "He's already exhausted. If he keeps practicing, he'll probably cough up blood."

"No, Comrade Fang Yan, I can really do it!" Batel said, stubbornly trying to exert himself.

"I said that's enough!" Fang Yan stepped forward and grabbed Batel, who immediately staggered, clearly having completely run out of strength.

Batel was somewhat desperate. He was so close to the last few moves, how could he have given up?

Zhuang Shan was furious. She glared at her husband, who had messed up, as if she wanted to glare two bloody holes through him.

If there weren't so many people around, she would have already lost her temper to save face.

The three children sensed that their mother was on the verge of exploding, so they dared not speak. They were all silent, waiting for their mother's storm.

But the next second, they suddenly heard someone in a dialect say:

"This skill is good enough; you'll have no problem staying in the city."

It was as if he had gone from hell to heaven in an instant. Batel was stunned on the spot. He had just been regretting his actions, but now, upon hearing Fang Yan's words, he couldn't even believe his own ears.

I thought it was a hallucination that came from my exhaustion.

"Comrade Fang Yan, what did you just say?" Zhuang Shan asked.

She also looked incredulous, but unlike Batel, her face was filled with ecstatic joy.

Fang Yan said to her:
“He has this strength, so I can try to help him find a job. He should be able to stay in the city and make a living without any problem.”

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Shan trembled with excitement, while Batel breathed a long sigh of relief. He plopped down on the ground and tried to get up several times but couldn't. In the end, Fang Yan had to pull him up.

"However, I must say this upfront: the work may not always satisfy you."

The dialect poured cold water on their happiest moment to prevent them from having too high expectations.

Zhuang Shan was slightly taken aback, and her eyes became much clearer.

The beautiful fantasies in her mind shattered instantly, but she reacted quickly and immediately said to Fang Yan:

"As long as he has a job, that's fine. If any company is willing to hire him, it will be a huge help to our family!"

Batel said to the dialect:

"Yes, as long as there's a job, that's fine."

Now, all I need to do is stay away from the grasslands.

He was content just to be with his wife and children.

The new policy targets the conversion of agricultural household registration to non-agricultural household registration, but it does not restrict the introduction of special talents or state-owned enterprises with household registration quotas. As long as you can get through any of these channels, you can apply for talent settlement.

However, the people who can help make these two things happen are people with exceptional connections and abilities, and they also need to have some skills of their own.

Once the household registration is settled, not only will Batel's problem be solved, but the household registration problems of the three children can also be solved. Since the parents will have urban household registration, the children will have the same.

Although Zhuang Shan has a strong personality, fortunately she has never had the thought of abandoning him and their child.

Batel heard rumors circulating in the commune that many female educated youths who had married and had children returned to the city alone without looking back after hearing about the policy, leaving their husbands and children behind on the grassland.

In comparison, Zhuang Shan's unwavering devotion to him is something Batel still cherishes to this day.

Even though Zhuang Shan sometimes didn't consider his feelings when she spoke or acted, Batel always gave in.

After all, the three children are innocent, and someone in the family has to compromise and back down.

Furthermore, when he first arrived in the city, he knew nothing about anything and relied entirely on Zhuang Shan to pull strings and make connections.

In Batel's heart, everything Zhuang Shan did was for the good of the family.

Fang Yan said to them:

"Alright, it's good that you have no objections. I need to contact some organizations."

"We expect to have the results sometime in the next day or two."

"Okay!" Zhuang Shan immediately agreed, even though the time had exceeded her expectations.

He originally thought it would take a week to learn the dialect, but one or two days was only possible because he was really doing his best to help build connections.

Moreover, he seemed quite confident, and Zhuang Shan sighed in admiration, realizing that connections based on dialect were indeed powerful.

Batel finally recovered, placed one hand on his chest, bowed to Fang Yan, and solemnly said:

"Thank you, Comrade Fangyan! I will always remember this kindness."

"That's a story for another time," Fang Yan waved his hand.

Then, speaking in dialect to his elder sister:

"Big sister, you should go to your evening self-study session. It's getting late."

The older sister snapped out of her daze and quickly said:

"Okay, I'll be going now."

She said to Zhuang Shan:

"I won't stay with you any longer, I'm leaving now."

When Zhuang Shan heard that her older sister was going to university for evening self-study, a fleeting look of envy crossed her eyes, and then she smiled and said:

"Okay, be careful on the road."

After the eldest sister finished speaking, she walked out, glancing at her mother as she left. Her mother had warned her earlier, but she still dragged Fang Yan into it.

Thankfully, my mother didn't look angry.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she owed Fang Yan this time. She would discuss it with the man later, and after Zhu Lin's baby was born, she would take the bezoar in her hand to exchange for gold and make a longevity lock for the child.

After the eldest sister left, Fang Yan led Zhuang Shan and Batel back to the main hall.

Then Lao Hu's assistant, Xiao Lin, took out paper and pen and began to record Batel's information, including his height, weight, the time he had been learning martial arts, the situation in his hometown in Inner Mongolia, how many siblings he had, and whether his parents were still alive.

Finally, they even got a complete understanding of Zhuang Shan's current situation.

She was asked about her family's residence in the city, her parents' jobs, her plans after returning to the city, her place of residence, her siblings, and even other aspects of her family. It was like a political vetting process.

Zhuang Shan wasn't quite sure about Xiao Lin's identity, but Xiao Lin's professionalism made them think that he must be someone special, so the couple honestly explained everything.

Those around them also understood their current situation.

After clarifying the situation, Fang Yan then saw them off.

They actually lived not far from here. Zhuang Shan's parents worked at the factory where Director Feng's brother-in-law used to work, so they lived together.

The family didn't plan to take the bus and walked home instead.

After they left, Fang Yan returned to the main hall, where his mother asked him:
"Where do you intend to send Bart?"

Fang Yan pointed at Lao Hu:

"Isn't it obvious?"

The old woman was taken aback and asked in dialect:

"You're planning to use it yourselves?"

He said in dialect:

"Of course, although this Batel's skills are not as good as my brother-in-law's, he is actually quite good. He is perfectly capable of being a bodyguard, and he is also the kind of person who is easy to manage."

The old woman asked Hu Daohu with some surprise:
"I didn't hear you discussing anything just now."

Old Hu said with a smile:

"We have a great understanding now; we can tell what the other is thinking with just a glance."

At this moment, the mother-in-law asked:

"Then why didn't you just tell Batel that you wanted to recruit him, instead of telling them to go back and wait a day or two?"

Fang Yan smiled and said:

"When helping someone out, even if it's a simple matter, you have to act like it's difficult. Otherwise, if you do it too easily, they won't appreciate it."

"Old Hu and I still need to discuss the details. Batel is different from Old Li and Old Cui. He's not a soldier, and he's a henpecked husband. We not only have to consider him personally, but also the impact on his family. There are some jobs that we really can't give to him."

"As for Zhuang Shan, you can see that she's the kind of person who takes advantage of others. I need to put some cold water on her so she doesn't get any improper ideas. We can use people, but we absolutely cannot let Zhuang Shan break the rules. We need to avoid creating too many favors and also uphold our own principles."

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated.

There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)