Era: Starting with the struggle to refuse being taken advantage of

Chapter 177 Fist Techniques
This process looks complicated, and it's actually quite slow in practice.

Wang Yong worked until the sky was pitch black before he finally managed to produce a large bowl of beet syrup that looked fairly decent.

Looking at the beet syrup in front of him, which was in no way inferior to the sample, Wang Yong couldn't help but shout excitedly:
"Dad, Master's equipment is really reliable!"

"Look at this delicate and clear syrup, it's almost the same as the syrup I make at home, bit by bit."

"You have to understand that this is mass production using equipment, which is completely different from meticulous individual production. Being able to achieve this level is already quite impressive."

"None of these devices are just for show; each one is incredibly flexible."

"The master even said that if there is electricity, all these devices can be converted to electric power with just a little modification, and the efficiency will be even faster."

"Compared to our efforts, producing so much sugar is worth a hundred times more, it's no exaggeration to say that it's a highly profitable business."

"Our Wangjia Village is going to prosper!"

The last sentence was practically roared out of Wang Yong's throat, which shows just how excited he was.

However, Wang Fucheng sighed and said, "The method was provided by someone else, the idea was provided by someone else, and the equipment was also provided by someone else."

"We caught the east wind; the reason we were able to take off was entirely due to the strong wind."

"Even if a pig were in our position, we would still succeed."

"However, you are right about one thing: our Wangjia Village is indeed on the verge of prosperity."

"Arrange for people to build the equipment as soon as possible. Once the Dapeng Sugar Factory is truly operational, soaring to great heights will no longer be a dream."

After a pause, Wang Fucheng added, "However, these are not the most urgent matters at the moment. When you get back, prepare some gifts and visit your master again."

“Didn’t you see what Luo Hai said just now? Even a seventh-level craftsman like him was so humble in front of your master, not daring to overstep his bounds in the slightest.”

"Compared to them, the two of us are really quite disrespectful."

"Although it was done in a hurry, we were indeed a bit too timid when we visited last time."

"This time I must prepare a gift and visit you again to express my gratitude."

“If it weren’t for your master, how could our Wangjia Village have had such an opportunity to take off?”

"But your master doesn't care about these empty titles and has no intention of revealing his existence. We really have no way to repay him."

"Sometimes I wonder, what if your master stops bringing this favorable wind? What will happen to us? What will happen to Wangjia Village?"

"Fortunately, it can be said that our Wangjia Village's ancestral graves have emitted auspicious smoke, producing such a great talent."

"After all, we are of the same lineage. As long as we keep our distance and do what we should do, your master is very generous."

At first, Wang Fucheng thought his second son was completely out of his mind to have chosen a younger member of the same clan as his teacher.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yong was actually lucky despite his foolishness, and managed to get in touch with Wang Chengpeng by being shameless.

However, relationships can easily fade if not properly nurtured, which is why Wang Fucheng planned to prepare generous gifts and visit Wang Chengpeng again.

Nodding as if he understood but not quite, Wang Yong said, "Dad, what kind of judgment do you think I have? Of course, my master is super amazing."

"You're right. We were really impolite last time; we didn't even bring anything decent."

"But it's already past two o'clock, and we're both exhausted, so let's go back and rest first."

The process of starting up the equipment seemed simple, but in reality it was extremely time-consuming. By the time the two realized what was happening, it was already late at night.

After the initial excitement of the equipment working wore off, fatigue quickly overwhelmed the two of them.

Especially Wang Fucheng, who is getting old and really can't keep up.

With a slight nod, the father and son left the sugar factory, their faces beaming with excitement, and rode their bicycles home as fast as they could.

……

The next day, Wang Chengpeng got up early as usual and started practicing boxing in the yard.

Zhu Hong also got up very early and braved the cold to observe Wang Chengpeng's movements from the side.

It must be said that there was indeed some knowledge in the books at that time.

Especially after the upheavals of the times, many books that were once considered treasures were revealed to the public, and Wang Chengpeng picked them up and turned them into his own knowledge.

This is what is known as Bajiquan; it was originally a martial art that was basically impossible to pass on to outsiders.

However, Wang Chengpeng, with his intelligence and the help of countless books, managed to piece together a rough outline.

He has also incorporated the essence of other boxing styles, and now Wang Chengpeng's boxing is quite impressive.

At first, Zhu Hong didn't take Wang Chengpeng's boxing seriously at all. After all, in his opinion, although he lost, it was Wang Chengpeng who won unfairly and had no sportsmanship.

However, as he spent more and more time at the Wang family's house, he would occasionally watch Wang Chengpeng's boxing movements in his spare time as a pastime when he was bored.

However, as Zhu Hongguan watched Wang Chengpeng box more and more often, this pastime gradually changed its meaning.

He discovered that Wang Chengpeng's punches didn't seem to be random; his every move was quite methodical.

After trying to imitate Wang Chengpeng's movements, Zhu Hong instantly felt the benefits of this set of boxing techniques.

Its power is far greater than his straightforward and unorthodox boxing style.

Zhu Hong was simply too stubborn to realize the immorality of secretly learning other people's boxing techniques, and he actually started learning them right in front of Wang Chengpeng.

Such behavior left Wang Chengpeng speechless. He stopped his movements, walked over to Zhu Hong, and asked:

"You want to learn my boxing style?"

“As long as you ask, you don’t actually need to learn it so ‘openly and honestly’.”

"There are some unique power generation techniques that you simply cannot figure out if I don't tell you them to yourself."

"Moreover, forced practice is extremely harmful to the body."

Faced with Wang Chengpeng, who was practically implying that he could become Wang's apprentice, Zhu Hong, who was usually thick-skinned, blushed for once and stammered:
"Steal your boxing style? Are you kidding me?"

"With your small frame, I could take on five of you with one punch!"

"I was just afraid you'd practice it incorrectly, so I tried to figure out where you went wrong."

Looking at Zhu Hong, who was still stubbornly refusing to admit it, Wang Chengpeng found it quite amusing and said:

"I see. I really appreciate your correction."

"Since that's the case, then please give me some pointers and tell me exactly what's wrong with my boxing style." "I won't take advantage of you for nothing. If you can point out even a few things, I'll kill a chicken tonight as a token of my gratitude."

Zhu Hong's two-inch nails were no match for Wang Chengpeng; he was immediately rendered speechless, muttering for a long time before finally managing to utter only one sentence:
"I think your strength is very weak and insufficient, and you are unable to exert the power of this set of boxing techniques."

Wang Chengpeng nodded slightly, indicating his agreement with Zhu Hong's statement:

"Yes, you make a good point. I am indeed not as strong as you."

"However, I want you to point out the shortcomings in my boxing technique, not my own shortcomings. What you're saying seems a bit far-fetched."

"How about this, let's make another bet. If you can answer my questions, I won't hold it against you for stealing my boxing techniques."

A bet? A question?
Upon hearing these two words, Zhu Hong almost fainted.

He still vividly remembered the bet they made last time, and he still couldn't quite understand how the rope and stick had come to life, as if they had their own ideas and wanted to go against him.

He was single-minded, but he also knew that there must be some mysterious force at play that he didn't know about.

It is obvious that Wang Chengpeng is the one who possesses this mysterious power.

Although I have plenty of strength, I absolutely cannot win.

Thinking of this, Zhu Hong, being quite straightforward, spoke up directly:
“After I lost the bet last time, I said that I would listen to whatever you say.”

"Just tell me what you need, but please don't make any bets with me."

Looking at Zhu Hong, who was avoiding him like the plague, Wang Chengpeng was a little confused. He subconsciously touched his nose and wondered to himself how he could be so terrifying.

I just demonstrated to Zhu Hong what it means that knowledge is also power, and that we should use our brains more often when we do things.

Moreover, Wang Chengpeng's intervention indirectly changed Zhu Hong's fate, preventing him from being betrayed and sentenced to life imprisonment as he had in his previous life.

With a sigh, Wang Chengpeng said, "Alright, stop talking. Can't I just teach you directly?"

"Don't act like I'm always taking advantage of you. I haven't skimped on your food, clothing, shelter, or transportation."

Zhu Hong was, after all, the person in charge of security. Helping him improve his skills would actually benefit Wang Chengpeng.

If he were to train recklessly and ruin his health, wouldn't Wang Chengpeng be the one who would have a hard time explaining to Zhu Weiguo?

Upon hearing Wang Chengpeng's words, even the usually dim-witted Zhu Hong blushed for once.

It has to be said that in this day and age, to be able to eat like Wang Chengpeng's family every day is a feat that deserves to be done with all one's might.

Furthermore, Wang Chengpeng not only didn't hold it against Zhu Hong for stealing the techniques, but was also willing to teach him his own family's boxing style free of charge, which moved Zhu Hong deeply.

If someone were to covet his dog training methods, he'd be lucky if he didn't beat the person who stole them to the point of hospitalization.

Adding to the fact that Wang Chengpeng had previously saved his life, all these acts of kindness combined to make even this big guy, Zhu Hong, have tears welling up in his eyes, a rare occurrence.
Zhu Hong thumped his chest loudly and said solemnly:

"Brother Wang, I can't thank you enough. Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, I will definitely protect your family."

Patting Zhu Hong on the shoulder, Wang Chengpeng said somewhat helplessly:

"Don't exaggerate. I'm just a normal villager from Wangjia Village. How could I possibly encounter something so dangerous?"

"Besides, there's a hunting rifle at home. If something really happens, can you be more useful than a gun?"

Since Wang Chengpeng became a member of the hunting team, he has been able to leave a gun at home under any pretext, thanks to his connections in the village.

This gun may be just an ornament in normal times, but it can be surprisingly effective in truly critical moments.

Protecting one's family with one's own flesh and blood is the most basic method; Wang Chengpeng has many other ways to make the enemy vanish into thin air.

Take Song Zhiyuan, for example. Since he showed malice towards Wang Chengpeng, he shouldn't blame Wang Chengpeng for striking first and throwing him into an abyss from which he can never climb out.

If some petty thief were to target his family, Zhu Hong's fighting skills would allow him to easily deal with them without any danger to his life.

The rest was much simpler. Wang Chengpeng was willing to teach, and Zhu Hong was willing to learn, so the two of them started practicing boxing in the courtyard.

It must be said that Wang Chengpeng really does have a talent for learning.

The boxing style he created by combining the strengths of various schools, while not particularly powerful, could at least increase Zhu Hong's lethality by half.

Moreover, this set of boxing techniques is completely harmless to practice and can even improve physical health, making it truly excellent.

As a ruthless person capable of taking on more than a dozen opponents, Zhu Hong was extremely talented in martial arts. In just one or two hours, he was able to learn the basics of Wang Chengpeng's very complicated boxing style.

There are no shortcuts to further improvement; one can only refine the technique through countless hours of practice and adjustments based on one's own circumstances.

Although Wang Chengpeng can provide some assistance in this process, the most important thing is still Zhu Hong himself.

Fortunately, Zhu Hong has some talent in martial arts, so it shouldn't be long before he masters this set of boxing techniques.

After taking a quick shower, Wang Chengpeng returned to his usual gentle and refined demeanor.

Only by uncovering his clothes can one discover the terrifying power hidden beneath his seemingly weak body.

One against a dozen? Wang Chengpeng said he could totally do it!

Just as Wang Chengpeng had calmed down and was preparing to begin his studies, Zhu Hong's voice came from outside the door:
"Brother Wang, an old man you've never met before is looking for you. He claims to be an old acquaintance of yours, and his name is Shi Ren."

"Are you going to see me or not?"

Shi Ren?

Wang Chengpeng wasn't stupid; he knew Shi Ren wouldn't come to him alone, since they didn't have much of a conflict of interest.

But since the other party mentioned Shi Ren's name, the person who really wanted to see him was probably Fang Weimin, the one who had broken ties with him before.

Thinking of Fang Weimin, Wang Chengpeng naturally also thought of Ji Yongyue, but he didn't know how the other party was doing in that unknown place.

However, judging from their methods and boldness, they shouldn't be too bad.

As for Fang Weimin, that clown, Wang Chengpeng had absolutely no intention of meeting him.

Since the last negotiation had broken down, he didn't think there was anything left to discuss with the other party.

Thinking this through, Wang Chengpeng spoke directly:

"Zhu Hong, just tell him directly, he won't see him!"

With Wang Chengpeng's permission, Zhu Hong's bright red voice soon echoed in the courtyard:

"You guys should leave. Brother Wang isn't someone you can just run into any Tom, Dick, or Harry."

(End of this chapter)