After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

Both the mother and sister were immediately stunned by Chunsheng's words.

A moment later, the mother, Liu Yan'e, smiled and said, "Eat, they'll both eat. Once the eggs are steamed, peel them, and put them in a bowl, let's see who dares not to eat!"

As she spoke, her mother bent down and took five eggs from the earthenware pot under the cutting board. Then she scooped half a ladle of water from the water vat at the kitchen door to wash the eggs clean, and placed them directly on the steaming bamboo steamer.

In this family, although Song Mantun is the head of the household, in the eyes of the children, the one who has the final say and can truly decide whether the family can have enough to eat is their mother, Liu Yan'e.

Song Mantun injured his back in an accident more than ten years ago, and since then he has been unable to do heavy work. As a result, he can only be used as half a laborer in the production team, and the work points he receives each year are more than half less than those of others.

Liu Yan'e was different. In addition to working in the fields every day to earn work points, she also had a stable job in the commune's sewing group, which was to make clothes and weave cloth for the villagers in her spare time.

Although the annual allowance is only a few dozen yuan, it is more than enough to buy oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar for the family's meals. And during holidays, they can occasionally buy a few ounces of fatty meat to improve the family's diet.

Therefore, when their mother, Liu Yan'e, put peeled eggs into Chunzao and Chunmiao's bowls during meals, the two sisters, though somewhat resistant, had no choice but to swallow the eggs in order to cooperate with their mother.

Today is Song Chunsheng's first time learning martial arts from Zhang Junwu. Although he has a good physical foundation, this is the first time he has experienced such a high level of physical activity in many years.

So as soon as he finished eating, he put down his chopsticks, went back to his room, and fell asleep immediately.

Just as he was half asleep, he suddenly heard people talking in the yard outside the back window.

"Guangliang, hold the ruler tight and stand by the north wall without moving. Let Dad see how long the ceiling can be made at most..."

Song Chunsheng sat up abruptly from the kang (a heated brick bed), thinking that his parents had gone to Uncle Yougen's house before dark yesterday.

Only one night had passed, and he brought his son Song Guangliang to our house to take measurements so quickly!

So he quickly got up from the kang (a heated brick bed), and as soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw his parents and two older sisters standing in the backyard, with two enamel tea mugs filled with tea on a small stool next to them.

Song Guangliang, a student in Class 3 of Grade 1, was working with his father, Song Yougen, to measure the distance between them using a long measuring tape.

As soon as Chunsheng came out of the house, his mother, Liu Yan'e, immediately asked with a smile, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer? You got up so soon!"

Chunsheng rubbed his eyes and said, "I can't sleep anymore, or I won't be able to sleep at night!"

After saying that, he immediately greeted Song Yougen and Song Guangliang, "Uncle Yougen, Guangliang, you've arrived!"

"Yes, it's here!"

When Song Guangliang spoke to Chunsheng, his eyes clearly showed a strong curiosity, and there seemed to be a hint of envy hidden in that curiosity.

"Dad, that's Chunsheng!"

Song Guangliang immediately introduced it to his father, Song Yougen.

Song Yougen stared at Chunsheng for a moment, then immediately smiled and said to Song Mantun and his wife, "It's been years since we've seen Chunsheng, he's grown so tall! Judging by his height, he must be at least 1.8 meters tall!"

Upon hearing this, Song Mantun smiled憨厚ly at his son.

In Liu Yan'e's smile, there was more of a fragile happiness at having her son back. She only hoped that her son Chunsheng would be safe and healthy for the rest of his life.

As for other things, such as how tall someone is or how well they do in school, she, as their mother, doesn't care at all!

"I... am at most 1.8 meters tall!"

Chunsheng smiled and quickly explained.

"Wow, 1.8 meters is already quite tall," Song Yougen said with envy. "I wish my Guangliang could be as tall as you!"

"Dad, you really know how to rub salt in the wound! I'm only 17 this year, I can still grow taller!"

Song Guangliang said somewhat awkwardly.

"Yes, the child is still young and at the age where they're growing rapidly!"

Seeing that the father and son seemed about to quarrel, Liu Yan'e quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Haven't you heard the old folks say that kids grow taller by twenty-three and then by twenty-five? So you can't rush things when it comes to children's growth!"

Upon hearing Liu Yan'e's words, Song Yougen, who had been worried that his son wouldn't grow tall, immediately smiled and said, "Then I'll take your good wishes, Auntie. I hope my child can grow as tall as your Chunsheng."

"Definitely!" Liu Yan'e replied with a smile.

Soon, Song Guangliang and his father finished measuring the dimensions of all the materials needed to build the wooden shed.

While Song Yougen and Song Mantun were discussing the details of the fees, Song Guangliang looked at the pile of training equipment under the eaves with great curiosity and asked Chunsheng with great interest about the function and usage of each piece of equipment.

While patiently explaining to Song Guangliang, Chunsheng also led him through all the equipment one by one.

After finishing one lap, Song Guangliang pinched his arms and said excitedly, "Chunsheng, I feel like my arms have really gotten thicker!"

Chunsheng laughed, "That's just muscle congestion. It'll go back to normal in a bit, but as long as you keep exercising every day, your arms will definitely get thicker!"

At this moment, Song Guangliang noticed that his father had finished discussing important matters with Chunsheng's parents, so he immediately ran to his father and said excitedly, "Dad, I also want those kinds of training equipment. Can you make some for me?"

"What kind of training equipment? Let me take a look!"

When Song Yougen's gaze fell on the pile of exercise equipment, a strange sense of familiarity flashed in his eyes. "This thing... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before!"

He quickly remembered, "Oh right, I think I saw him at Zhang Junwu's house in the fourth team."

Song Guangliang looked at his father in surprise, "Is that the militia captain from our village?"

Song Yougen nodded. "Yes, it's him. Last summer, when your second uncle and I went to his house to have a wardrobe made, we happened to run into Zhang Junwu in his yard, practicing with a stone lock!"

At this point, Song Yougen couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and gesture with feigned shock, saying, "You guys didn't see it back then, but that young man's arms and shoulders were really strong..."

Listening to his father's description, Song Guangliang wanted the training equipment in front of him even more.

His dream had always been to join the army and then take the entrance exam for a military academy.

To join the army, you definitely need to pass a physical test first.

But he had never thought of using equipment to improve his physical fitness before. Now that he had come across it by chance, he was naturally very excited!