Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

His fighting skills have already surpassed the "proficient level" and reached the "manifest strength level".

Clearly, the punches he throws now are no longer just brute force, but also carry a solid explosive power. If this punch were to hit someone, it would definitely not feel good.

Zhou Wenyi watched from the side, nodding to himself.

That kid.

He's a genius.

The speed at which this boxing technique has improved is simply astonishing.

Seeing that Wang Anping had stopped punching, Old Zhou coughed twice and stepped forward:

"Good, you've made rapid progress."

"Although you started practicing boxing a little late, you have a high comprehension level. If you keep this momentum, you may very well become a master in the future."

"The only thing we lack right now is practical experience."

"The most important thing about boxing is actual combat."

"Many boxers used to go to the battlefield, and only on the battlefield can they hone their skills to become true masters of boxing."

"Of course, it's also possible to lose your life. It's a pity that such opportunities are so rare these days."

As he spoke, Old Zhou's face was full of sighs, but Wang Anping disagreed with this statement:

"What's there to regret?"

"This means everyone's lives are back to normal, which is a really good thing!"

Old Zhou was taken aback, then slowly nodded:

"That makes perfect sense."

Seeing this, Wang Anping, under Lao Zhou's surprised gaze, took out two pieces of candy and stuffed them into his hand.

He said in a nonchalant manner:

"These are wedding candies, please have a taste."

"From now on, everyone's lives should be sweet."

Zhou Wenyi looked at Wang Anping in astonishment:

"You got married?"

"But that's not surprising. Looking at your face, you have a face full of peach blossoms, so you'll probably have more than one wife in the future, and you'll be able to keep them all at peace."

"You've got some skills, kid."

Wang Anping rolled his eyes at the eccentric old man, annoyed. Sometimes, the old man just didn't know how to keep his mouth shut.

"Please, just calm down."

"Besides, I am a dignified and upright young man with a handsome face. What talk of being destined to be unlucky in love? That's pure fabrication!"

Old Zhou didn't refute, he just kept shaking his head and remaining silent.

He paused for a moment before speaking:

"Alright."

"Take your wife to my place for a meal later."

Wang Anping readily nodded:

"become!"

Although he didn't formally become an apprentice, he genuinely learned valuable skills from Lao Zhou and was filled with gratitude.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Anping said:

"Let's find a restaurant."

"Tonight."

"How many people do you have? I'll make arrangements later."

Old Zhou looked somewhat somber:

"No need to trouble yourself, it's just me."

Wang Anping was also taken aback. He hadn't expected the old man to be all alone, and he didn't look very healthy. Yet, he was out wandering around every day in the freezing cold.

After thinking for a moment, he said:

"Since it's just you, I'll bring my wife to your place tonight to cook."

"I'll let you taste my cooking then."

"It's not bad."

Siheyuan.

Today is the weekend.

As dawn broke, the courtyard gradually came alive.

These days, people don't have much of a nightlife; they go to bed early and get up early in the morning.

From every house came the sounds of children playing and arguing, as well as adults busy cooking. The aroma of food wafted from the courtyard from time to time, filling the air with the warmth of home cooking.

Qin Huairu also woke up.

I sat in my warm bed for a while before happily getting out of bed.

After getting dressed, she went to the outer room to check. The eggs and steamed buns were already heated up, and there was still some cured meat left over from last night.

After thinking for a moment, she grabbed a handful of pickled vegetables and put them in a basin to soak.

I'm going to stir-fry it later and serve it with steamed buns.

Seeing that the house was clean and tidy, there was nothing left to do.

Qin Huairu then tidied up her dirty clothes, took the basin, and went to the central courtyard.

The well in the courtyard is in the middle of the courtyard. Every morning, this is the liveliest place. Neighbors gather here to wash their faces and brush their teeth, clean their belongings, and chat about this and that.

Today's topic naturally revolves around Wang Anping and Qin Huairu.

However, there were still quite a few teenagers around, so it wasn't appropriate to have any private conversations. The older women and young wives could only chat idly.

Just then, Qin Huairu walked over carrying a basin of dirty clothes.

Her appearance was like a silent button being pressed; the once bustling courtyard instantly fell silent, and all eyes turned to her.

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It was already dark when they came back yesterday, so the neighbors couldn't see them clearly.

Seeing Qin Huairu carrying a basin to wash clothes, the older women in the courtyard gathered around to watch, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration:

"That girl is really beautiful!"

Sun Ersao, always eager for a good chat, saw Qin Huairu blushing as she fetched water and washed clothes alone, and quickly went up to strike up a conversation:

"Huai Ru, why are you out washing clothes so early in this cold weather?"

"It's only the first day of your wedding, why don't you sleep in a little longer?"

Qin Huairu rubbed the clothes in her hands and replied with a smile:

"Everyone's awake. Brother Anping has already started steaming the buns. I was just sitting at home doing nothing, so I did the laundry."

"Back in my hometown, I did all these chores too."

"We had so many clothes back then."

Hearing her words and seeing how quickly she rubbed the clothes, everyone could tell that this girl wasn't just talking nonsense.

Yesterday, seeing her delicate skin and tender flesh, everyone thought she was a pampered young lady who couldn't lift a finger or carry anything heavy.

I never expected him to be such a hardworking person.

An older woman nearby came over to inquire, her tone enthusiastic:

"Huai Ru, from now on you'll stay home and clean the house, and Wang Anping will go to work and earn money. He'll definitely give you his salary to manage, right?"

How much money do you leave him each month for pocket money and food?

"Let me tell you the truth, you have to keep the family finances under your own control, and you should never give your husband too much money."

"Otherwise, they might just squander it!"

Qin Huairu sniffed:

Brother Anping is not that kind of person!

I have to go to work, so working with Anping means we're both employed, which will definitely make people envious.

Although Brother Anping said to keep a low profile.

But the people in the hospital would definitely know about this, so he spoke up:

"I also go to work, taking over my uncle's previous job. I'll report to the steel rolling mill tomorrow."

"From now on, Anping will manage all our family's wages. He will give me three yuan a month, which I will use occasionally to buy some groceries, and he will save the rest."

The women around him were stunned when he said that.

Someone immediately tried to dissuade them:

"Oh dear, how can you let a man manage the money?"

"Besides, if you go to work at the steel rolling mill and don't have to be an apprentice, you'll earn at least twenty-odd yuan a month. Are you really going to only leave you three yuan?"

"That's far too little!"

Qin Huairu looked completely at ease:

"Anping is smarter and more capable than me, so I feel more at ease letting him manage my money."

"Three yuan is enough; Anping bought all the grain."

I eat in the cafeteria.

"If it's really not enough, just ask Brother Anping for more."

Well……

In fact, Wang Anping had already slipped her ten yuan that morning.

I promised her ten yuan a month for spending money, and I specifically told her that if anyone in the courtyard asked, she should say three yuan to avoid gossip.