After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

The next morning, as soon as Chunsheng got out of bed, he ran to the backyard, took down the washcloth that had been drying on the line the night before, and put it in his schoolbag.

At this moment, his mother had already prepared his breakfast and placed it on the octagonal table. After saying something to Chunsheng, she was just about to turn around and go back into the house.

Chunsheng immediately stopped his mother, "Mom, starting tomorrow I'll make my own breakfast. You don't need to get up so early just for this bowl of boiled bread soup!"

"What's wrong with that? Mom has made it for you, then you can go back to your room and continue sleeping!"

Seeing that her son didn't say anything more, Liu Yan'e assumed that Chunsheng had tacitly agreed with her words, so she smiled and went into the house.

As soon as she entered the house, her husband, Song Mantun, asked, "What were you two talking about? The way the child sounded on the surface, like she wasn't happy?"

Liu Yan'e quickly shook her head. "You misunderstood. Our child isn't upset; he just complains that I get up early to cook for him. He said he'll get up and cook for himself tomorrow morning!"

Song Mantun smiled. "Oh dear! Chunsheng is just worried about you! Why don't you listen to him and let him try it himself tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan'e said with a stern face, "If you're not fully awake, just keep sleeping. You're really talking nonsense!"

"It's dark in the kitchen, what if Chunsheng cuts his hand? I think you're really getting senile!"

Song Mantun thought for a moment and immediately came up with an idea, "Light a kerosene lamp to keep things lit, and everything will be fine!"

Liu Yan'e shook her head. "Do you even need to tell me? I didn't even know I could light a kerosene lamp myself."

Song Mantun looked at his wife with a puzzled expression, "Then what exactly are you worried about?"

Liu Yan'e sighed, leaned back, and rested against the large wooden box beside the kang (heated brick bed).

Then, with a worried expression, he glanced towards the door, turned back and whispered to Song Mantun, "I don't know what I'm worried about, I'm just scared. Whenever I think about Chunsheng drowning that day, my heart starts pounding!"

As Liu Yan'e spoke, she pressed her palm to her chest.

Seeing this, Song Mantun quickly got up, put on a coat, and held his wife's right hand, which was placed against her chest, to comfort her:

"The child is fine now, so stop overthinking. There's an old saying that goes, 'Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune.' I believe our Chunsheng isn't the type to die young!"

"And just a couple of days ago, I even had someone calculate our child's fortune..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan'e's eyes widened immediately, and she looked at Song Mantun with a surprised expression: "Who did you consult?"

"Who else could it be but the old blind man from the fourth team in the north of the city, Song Dajiang's third uncle!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan'e immediately became worried and hurriedly asked, "You mean, you went to Old Blind Song Muci's house a couple of days ago!"

"Did anyone see you go to his house?"

Song Mantun shook his head and smiled smugly, "I went there when it was almost dark. There wasn't even a dog in that alley of the fourth team at that time. Even if they had seen me, they might not have recognized me!"

"As long as no one saw us, it's fine. I dare not go there again. If someone finds out and reports it to the old Party Secretary, it will be troublesome!"

After Liu Yan'e finished speaking, she breathed a slight sigh of relief, then asked in a low voice, "What did the old blind man tell you?"

The old blind man only said four words!

After saying this, Song Mantun immediately held up four fingers.

Liu Yan'e looked at the four fingers her husband had extended, frowned slightly, and asked curiously, "You only said four words! What were those four words?"

Song Mantun coughed lightly, deliberately keeping his voice very low, and replied, "May misfortune turn into good fortune!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan'e looked completely confused. "What do you mean?"

Song Mantun immediately explained, "It means... although our child has suffered a great calamity, his future will definitely be smooth sailing and filled with great fortune!"

Upon hearing this explanation, Liu Yan'e could not hide her excitement. She slightly curled the corners of her lips and asked earnestly, "Really?"

"Of course..."

At this moment, Chunsheng had already left home and was on his way to the threshing ground.

He has made up his mind that when he gets home tonight, he will set his alarm clock 10 minutes faster and get up at 6 a.m. tomorrow.

If I get up earlier than my mother every day and successfully make breakfast a few times, my mother will naturally stop getting up so early over time.

Also, his breakfast every morning is very simple, just a bowl of boiled bread soaked in water, which is not difficult to make.

As long as there is boiling water in the kitchen thermos, you can simply cut the steamed bun into small pieces, pour boiling water on top, cover it with a bowl, and let it sit for a while. There's no technical difficulty involved.

The only thing the mother was worried about was that she might cut her hand.

Thinking of these things, Chunsheng couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

I'm already seventeen today, and my mother still treats me like a child. If it were before, I probably would already be a mother herself.

Because my mother gave birth to my eldest sister when she was 17 years old.

When Chunsheng arrived at the threshing ground, he searched around but couldn't find Zhang Junwu anywhere.

Junwu always arrives earlier than him, so he figured he might have left a few minutes earlier today and Junwu was probably on his way right now!

To his surprise, just as he stretched out one leg and squatted down to warm up, he suddenly noticed that Zhang Junwu was jogging towards him from the main road in the distance to the south.

The village is on the north side of the road, and the south side leads to the private plots and the school, so it's obvious that Zhang Junwu didn't come from home.

What surprised Chunsheng even more was that Zhang Junwu was wearing a thick military overcoat and carrying a long wooden stick.

"I'm late today!"

As soon as Zhang Junwu arrived, he hurriedly said something and then began to take off his military overcoat.

Chunsheng shook his head. "You're not late, I'm just early."

Then Chunsheng asked with some confusion, "Brother Junwu, what's wrong with your military overcoat, and...?"

Before Chunsheng could finish speaking, Zhang Junwu immediately interrupted him, "I came from your family's private plot!"

Chunsheng was even more puzzled. "What were you doing in the fields so early in the morning?"

"Going to stake out the location!"

Zhang Junwu immediately explained.

"Staking out?"

Seeing that Chunsheng didn't understand, Zhang Junwu continued to explain, "It's about going there to lie in wait and catch bad guys, waiting for them to walk right into our trap!"

Chunsheng nodded as if he had something on his mind, and did not ask any further questions.

"Let's train first, we can talk about other things later!"

As Zhang Junwu spoke, he stretched his body along with Chunsheng.

In fact, Chunsheng could easily understand what Junwu meant by "staking out" the location.

If you were among other people your age, it would be normal if you didn't understand what they were saying while waiting at the station.

But who is Ke Chunsheng? His mind contains a massive amount of information about the next 50 years.

While he wouldn't dare say he knew everything, he was aware of almost everything that happened within a radius of dozens of miles around Songjiazhuang Village over the next 50 years.

Moreover, since the widespread use of televisions, computers, and mobile internet, he has been able to learn a great deal of information and knowledge almost every day through the technological products used by others.

His confusion wasn't due to a lack of understanding of what "staking out" meant, but rather because he was puzzled as to why Junwu would suddenly go to stake out his private plot of land!

After a five-minute warm-up, Zhang Junwu immediately began his martial arts training for the morning.

"The Vajra Arhat Fist can be categorized into hand techniques, palm techniques, and fist techniques based on its moves..."