After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

On the threshing ground the next morning, Zhang Junwu still didn't teach Chunsheng anything new about boxing. After reviewing the four standing postures they had learned before, he explained to him how to stretch his legs and the importance of stretching.

When Zhang Junwu pressed his two legs down to the ground, forming a straight line, Chunsheng was truly stunned.

"Brother Junwu, how long will it take you to train to this level?"

As Chunsheng spoke, he imitated Zhang Junwu by pressing his legs down hard, trying to do a split as well.

But after only going halfway down, with the center of his body still more than half a foot off the ground, he could no longer press down.

Because it hurts so much!

Zhang Junwu smiled and looked at Chunsheng, "Haste makes waste. You can't rush things like stretching tendons and legs, which are basic skills for children."

As Zhang Junwu spoke, he walked up to Chunsheng, put his hand on his shoulder, and began to correct his movements.

"Keep your back straight, relax your leg muscles, and remember to keep your breathing steady..."

With Junwu's guidance and help, Chunsheng was naturally not injured.

But he still felt a burning pain in his groin as Junwu supported his shoulders and pressed his body down little by little.

Junwu stared intently at Chunsheng's expression and said earnestly, "If you feel any pain, just say so. Don't try to bear it!"

Chunsheng gritted his teeth, nodding as he tried to remain calm, "Brother Junwu, I'm fine, I can still manage!"

After two days of in-depth contact, Zhang Junwu already knew that Chunsheng was a stubborn person who would not give in until his body reached its limit.

So even though Chunsheng said he was fine and could keep going, Junwu didn't dare to exert himself too much.

He was really afraid that with his strong arms, if he didn't control his strength and actually injured Chunsheng, even if Chunsheng's family didn't cause him any trouble, he himself would not forgive himself.

Therefore, when Junwu thought that Chunsheng had pressed down to his limit, he stopped using force and let Chunsheng maintain that position.

"Don't press down any further. Just hold this position for a while and let your leg ligaments get used to it."

After Junwu finished speaking, he squatted down in front of Chunsheng and looked at him.

About a minute and a half later, seeing large beads of sweat gradually appearing on Chunsheng's forehead, Junwu immediately said, "Alright, take a break."

"I'm alright, Junwu-ge, I can hang in there a little longer!"

Junwu frowned slightly. "Alright, then hold on for one more minute..."

When Chunsheng finished all of today's training, he was covered in sweat.

Junwu immediately took a towel from his schoolbag on the ground and handed it to Chunsheng, "Quickly wipe your sweat, don't catch a cold!"

"Starting tomorrow, we will officially begin learning the Vajra Arhat Fist. We won't be practicing the basic stances and other fundamental skills here anymore; you can practice them at home every day!"

After Chunsheng wiped away his sweat and finished tidying up, Zhang Junwu glanced at Song Hongqin, who was waiting for him on the road in the distance, and laughed, "Hurry up and go to school, that girl has been waiting for you for ages!"

Chunsheng smiled at Junwu, then picked up his schoolbag and ran towards Hongqin.

Upon seeing him, Hongqin immediately exclaimed in surprise, "You're all sweaty, why didn't you bring a towel to wipe yourself off?"

Chunsheng laughed as he quickly wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve. "I already wiped myself with Junwu's towel, but who knew I'd be sweating again so soon!"

Hongqin asked curiously, "Didn't you bring your own handkerchief?"

Chunsheng shook his head. "I didn't think that far ahead. I'll definitely bring one from home and put it in my backpack tomorrow morning!"

"You're such a careless person!"

Hongqin seemed to be scolding Chunsheng, but while smiling, she took a pink handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to him, saying, "Don't wipe with your sleeve anymore, it's so unhygienic. Use this instead!"

Chunsheng smiled a little embarrassedly, "I...it's okay, it's not right to use your things!"

"You're being so old-fashioned, sticking to these rules with me!"

When Hongqin saw that Chunsheng wouldn't take the handkerchief she offered him, she pretended to be angry and started wiping Chunsheng's sweat with the handkerchief while talking to him.

Chunsheng quickly snatched the handkerchief from Hongqin's hand, made a face, and laughed, "Who's being feudal? I was just afraid you'd get it dirty!"

"If you don't mind that I'm dirty, then I won't hold back!"

As Chunsheng spoke, he began wiping the sweat from his forehead with Hongqin's handkerchief.

The two walked and talked, and soon arrived at the place where they had seen the light the night before.

Chunsheng immediately returned the handkerchief to Hongqin and said, "Wait for me a moment. My parents are at the private plot right now. I'll go say something to them."

"You mean the place where we saw the will-o'-the-wisps last night?"

Hongqin asked with a curious expression.

"Yes, that's it. As for what the light we saw last night was, I told my parents, but they didn't know either. They just said they would go to the field to check this morning."

"Then I'll go with you and take a look!"

"Are you going too?"

Upon hearing this, Chunsheng glanced at the white sneakers on Hongqin's feet, then looked at the muddy path and dew-covered weeds along the country road. "Aren't you afraid of getting your shoes dirty?"

"What's so scary about that? I'm not some bourgeois lady!"

After Hongqin finished speaking, she immediately stepped onto the path full of weeds and mud and walked straight ahead.

Chunsheng smiled and immediately followed.

Before the two had walked a few steps, Chunsheng saw his parents in the distance, seemingly looking down at something in their private plot of land.

"Dad, Mom, what are you looking at?"

When Song Mantun and Liu Yan'e saw their son arrive, followed by Song Hongqin, they laughed and said, "Oh my child, why did you bring Hongqin here too? The field is too dirty. Your father just fertilized it with chicken manure a couple of days ago. You two shouldn't come in!"

Hongqin followed closely behind Chunsheng, smiling as she said to Liu Yan'e, "Second Aunt, I'm not afraid of getting dirty. I often work in the fields with my parents, so I'm used to it!"

Liu Yan'e smiled and nodded, "Alright, all of you be careful not to step in chicken droppings!"

"How did all these bean sprouts my dad planted get trampled like this?!"

Chunsheng looked at the bean seedlings trampled on the ground, some of which even had their main stems broken off in the middle.

Hearing his son's question, Song Mantun sighed helplessly and shook his head. "I don't know. Our family has never offended anyone. Who knew that the newly sprouted bean seedlings would be trampled like this!"

"Sigh, I don't know which bastard, who's been despicable for eight generations, did this. Your father and I have lived in this village for years, and we've never even had a serious argument with anyone. Who knows which crazy person did this!"

Unlike Song Mantun, Liu Yan'e was not easy to talk to. She couldn't help but feel angry when she saw the bean seedlings that she and her husband had worked so hard to grow being ruined like this for no reason.

"What's with all this dirt on the ground, and these little holes...?"

Just then, Chunsheng suddenly noticed that near the trampled bean sprouts, there were small mounds of earth rising up in twos and threes, and next to each mound was a small hole about the thickness of a wrist...