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The next morning, when Liu Qingshan finished practicing with Uncle Lao Mao'er in the yard, Aunt Lu asked, Qingshan, is there any more rice in your place, and there's almost no porridge left?

No, what about the two sacks left over years ago?

Liu Qingshan is also a little puzzled. Usually there are only three or four people here, how can they eat so much?

Don't mention it, I've asked your friends to snatch them away. Old Mao'er Shishu also complained.

I'm used to eating Songjiang green rice, and I always feel that it is not tasteful if I eat other rice.

Hu friends and dog friends, you are talking about Xiao Wu and the others, these guys...

Liu Qingshan also shook his head with a smile. He didn't have time to settle accounts with them in the past two days, and he would wait until the second sister was sent away.

After breakfast, Uncle Lao Maoer and Uncle Lu went to work on three wheels again. Liu Qingshan asked them to give Jiang Renyi a message and come over for lunch at noon.

After ten o'clock in the morning, Jiang Renyi ran in a hurry, and Liu Qingshan looked at him with a busy look, and it was estimated that he had just returned from his hometown.

boss.

Jiang Renyi let out a cry, and his eyes flickered with a look of incomparable excitement.

In the past few months, he was like a dream: he first resigned from the unit, and then went abroad to go through the formalities with an uneasy mood.

Originally, with the thought of breaking the boat, I was going to fight. Unexpectedly, whether it was the examination or the visa, it was very smooth.

Of course Jiang Renyi knew that all this was the result of Liu Qingshan's greeting in advance. Unexpectedly, this boss, with such great energy, was able to cross the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops, and he was able to kill him smoothly.

Especially when he returned to his hometown this time and handed over the 5,000 yuan that Liu Qingshan gave him to his home, it was a complete solution to the worries of the past few years.

Jiang Renyi only wants to kill those who go to Los Angeles now, and immediately go to make a contribution.

His school is the same as Liu Yinfeng, but the major is different. He is about to major in computer science, which is what Jiang Renyi is most eager to learn.

That's why he was so excited when he saw this little boss who was several years younger than himself.

Brother Jiang,

Calm, keep calm, you should learn more from my second sister in this regard.

Liu Qingshan smiled and patted Jiang Renyi's arm, pulling him to sit on the chair under the pomegranate tree.

Jiang Renyi raised his hand and pushed his glasses, and smiled a little embarrassedly:

I also wanted to calm down, but I haven't reached that level yet. I got up in the morning and went for a walk in the park two days ago. I saw a qigong master teaching students to practice dragon magic, and I followed him for two days.

It turned out to be ineffective. The master said that my heart was not sincere and wanted me to give up everything outside of me. I had two dollars in my pocket at the time, and I gave it to the master, but I still couldn't calm down.

Liu Qingshan also blinked his eyes when he heard it, and then went back to the house and went to a stack of green bills, which was stuffed into Jiang Renyi's hands: These five thousand dollars are for your living expenses, this time, you can feel it again and look at your heart. Are you at peace?

Jiang Renyi really closed his eyes, then nodded: Sure enough, it's much more stable.

After he finished speaking, he opened his eyes abruptly, staring at the banknotes in his hand: It's strange, this is different from what the master said, how can the mind be peaceful when there is something outside the body?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but said happily: You were thinking about the airfare and how to earn living expenses after you got there. It's strange that you can be calm.

After thinking about it, he warned again: Don't listen to those masters talking nonsense, qigong and so on, most of them are deceitful.

Boss, you can't say that. There are a few masters who are quite powerful. The artificial satellites need to be sent to the sky to escort them.

Jiang Renyi said with a serious face, and Liu Qingshan stopped talking about this topic with him.

Qigong fever, that is one of the characteristics of this era, let alone Jiang Renyi, even those professors who went to university, some of Jiang Renyi are convinced.

There are also officials at various levels who have contributed to the flames, and the radio and newspapers are all highly sought after and propaganda, setting off a wave of qigong practice by the whole people.

All kinds of exercises are emerging one after another, and the names of those strange exercises, Liu Qingshan is definitely more open-minded than the authors of later generations of online novels.

Qigong masters are even more elusive and omnipotent: remote gong to cure diseases, etc., are all pediatrics.

It is said that the fire in the Daxing'an Mountains was extinguished by a qigong master remotely. Can you believe this?

There is also that water becomes oily or something, needless to mention.

This kind of wave is not something he can fight alone, and he doesn't want to be a fighter. He just needs to remind his relatives and friends not to be fooled.

Time will prove everything, and when the song is over, people will realize that all this is just a farce.

When superstition is put on the cloak of science, you will find that science has a demonic aura.

Next, Liu Qingshan started a long talk with Jiang Renyi, and Liu Yinfeng was also on the sidelines.

We ate lunch in the middle, and then continued to chat. When the old hat and the others came back, the conversation continued.

Jiang Renyi's originally excited expression and restless heart have gradually subsided.

When it was time for dinner, he hehe said, Boss, you are more powerful than a qigong master, and now I feel much better.

Can we not mention this, Liu Qingshan glared at him angrily: Hurry up and buy a plane ticket tomorrow.

Jiang Renyi scratched his head: Starting tomorrow, I will participate in the training class for overseas personnel.

Liu Qingshan said with a smile: Didn't I already train you, or train alone.

Going abroad during this period is very strict, and special counseling and training are required for those who study abroad.

One is to introduce and understand the situation over there, and the other is to carry out ideological education. If you don’t go out, you don’t want to come back.

In fact, nearly half of the people who went out never came back.

As for air tickets, for Liu Qingshan, it's not too expensive. Two air tickets are less than five hundred dollars, and it's just a matter of a few pounds of morels.

But for the vast majority of international students at that time, the airfare was already sky-high.

Fortunately, the air tickets of public students are all paid by the state. Otherwise, it is estimated that few can afford it.

The direct flight between the two countries started in 1981. In the past two years, some flights have been added one after another. The flight of Liu Yinfeng and Jiang Renyi is from the capital to San Francisco. It stops in Shanghai and Los Angeles once a week.

After dinner, Liu Qingshan wanted to go out for a walk, but was pulled by Jiang Renyi and chatted for a long time.

This guy has no place to live these days. He slept on the floor at a former colleague's house, and in less than a week, he simply lived here.

Liu Qingshan was used to waking up early, so the next day, he still woke up at dawn, and Jiang Renyi, who was in the same room with him, also got up in a daze.

Why are you getting up so early? Go to bed for a while. Liu Qingshan muttered.

I'm so excited that I can't sleep.

Jiang Renyi put on his clothes, followed Liu Qingshan out of the house, and said in his mouth, I will practice that dragon magic art again. If I succeed, I will be able to receive your information directly over there in Los Angeles. Phone bills are saved.

Information exercises, etc., were also a big school at the time. All the students had a pot on their head. They were called information pots, and they said they could receive information from the universe.

You better stop practicing. If you receive information from aliens, it will be troublesome to develop you into a spy on Earth.

Liu Qingshan felt that this guy had a tendency to go crazy.

It's better not to send such people abroad. What if an international friend is infected?

In the courtyard, Uncle Lao Mao'er was already moving his legs and feet, and when he saw Liu Qingshan, he waved to him:

The yard is too small to be used. Let's go to the park for a walk.

So the three of them went out for a run and went to the park. Old Maoer Shishu and Liu Qingshan didn't grow out of anger, only Jiang Renyi, who ran into a dog after a while, kept snoring.

The closest to them is the Temple of Heaven Park, and in the morning, no tickets are charged.

Entering the park, the air is still very fresh, surrounded by ancient cypresses.

To Liu Qingshan's surprise, there were more people doing morning exercises in the park than later generations.

These people were men and women, old and young, workers in overalls, people in cadre uniforms, and a little fat man who looked like he was only ten years old, wearing a small vest.

Because of being too fat, the vest was held tightly.

Little fat people are rare these days. Liu Qingshan paid attention to it. He saw that Little Fatty was riding an irregular horse stance, and his two chubby little hands were swaying in front of him, pushing forward.

I saw his index finger raised, the other fingers bent, the muscles on his chubby face twisted a bit, and he said with difficulty: Go out, fat!

The feeling to Liu Qingshan is like shouting: Transform, Ultraman!

Is this weight loss?

Liu Qingshan leaned forward, and then heard a woman beside Xiaopangdun say:

Insist, according to what the master said, use qi to expel all the fat in the body!

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be stunned: I have learned a lot, and it turns out that qigong can still lose weight.

Xiaopangdun, ah Xiaopangdun, if you run around the Temple of Heaven Park every day, you will definitely lose weight.

If you take a closer look at the people who are doing morning exercises around you, there are basically a dozen or a dozen people who get together and practice the same exercise.

Looking at it, Liu Qingshan saw a middle-aged aunt lying on the ground for some reason, her limbs twitching. Is this a sudden illness?

Liu Qingshan hurried over: Auntie, what's the matter with you, what's wrong with you, do you want to go to the hospital?

The aunt opened her eyes abruptly and gave Liu Qingshan a stern look: I didn't see that I was practicing the exercises. When it was the critical moment to break up, I was interrupted by you.

If it weren't for my strong skills, I would have gone crazy. If young people don't learn well, they know how to meddle in their own business!

Liu Qingshan's face was speechless: You've already gone crazy, okay?

So he simply put the aunt down and told her to continue cramping herself. Liu Qingshan saw the old hat's uncle happily walking over and pointed his finger at his head:

Xiaoshanzi, don't pay attention to them, these people are all sick.

The aunt was unhappy when she heard it: Whoever practices qigong if you are not sick, get out of your way. Believe it or not, I will ask my master to perform gong from a distance and hit you directly!

I'm so scared.

The old hat raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, then did a backflip, slamming his back to the ground.

The ground is full of thick slate, and if it were an ordinary person, it would really be a good thing to fall, but Liu Qingshan knew that this was the iron mountain of their teacher's practice, and he always fell like this.

The aunt really thought that it was Master's long-distance gong: Hmph, this time you believe it!

Liu Qingshan also raised his head to look at Tian'er: I believed you, you idiot!