Magical skills

"Uncle Zhuzi, are you there?"

Feng Gang shouted loudly when he arrived at the store and saw no one.

"I'm here." The voice of Chen Qin, Yang Yu's mother, came from the inner room.

The door was pushed open, and Feng Gang looked inside. He first saw Chen Qin walking out with a red face, followed closely by a familiar figure, Wu Tongde.

"Oh, it's Gangzi, what do you want to buy?" Chen Qin greeted enthusiastically.

"Cut me a pound of ribs. Are they still for sale?"

"Yes." Chen Qin went to get a large piece of ribs and started to chop them.

Debo walked to the door and looked around him with a smile, as if he was admiring a work of art, which made Feng Gang quite uncomfortable.

"Debo, what am I doing?"

"Gangzi, do you have any plans for the future?"

"Plans?"

"Yes, do you want to work in the city?"

"How much money can I make working? I definitely don't want to work in the city."

"Just stay in the countryside?"

"The countryside is pretty good too, with green vegetables and self-sufficiency. As long as you have one acre and three mu of land, you won't have to worry about having no food for the rest of your life." Feng Gang didn't understand why Debo suddenly asked such a question.

In Zijing Village, Debo has always been disliked by people because he is lazy and idle all day long. He often touches the widow's door and knocks on someone's wall.

But Feng Gang doesn't think of Debo like this. No matter how unemployed Debo is, he is not hungry or cold, and he lives a carefree life. He has his own outstanding qualities.

"Very good, very good." De Bo nodded, "Do you want to learn from me?"

"Learn a skill? What skill? Learn your carpentry skill?"

"Of course you can learn carpentry, but I have a more powerful skill. As long as you are willing to worship me as your teacher, I can teach you everything. I guarantee that you will benefit from it for the rest of your life." De Bo said in a mysterious way, squinting his eyes at him.

Feng Gang scratched his head and smiled, "De Bo, what is your special skill? You said I can benefit from it for the rest of my life, why haven't I seen you benefit from it?"

"Me?" De Bo was stunned for a moment, then laughed at the sky, "Do you think I have benefited from it or not? Can you tell? Only if you learn from me can you deeply appreciate the beauty and benefits of it."

As he said this, De Bo's smile became extremely obscene.

"Is it true?" Feng Gang was a little unconvinced.

"Of course it's true."

"Tell me, what skill are you learning?" Feng Gang said with hope.

"I've told you, you have to become my disciple, and you have to call me Master when you see me in the future."

Calling you, a scoundrel, my master?

Feng Gang was still a little reluctant. If the villagers knew about this, not only would he lose face, but his parents would also lose face.

De Bo said slowly: "I want to accept you because you are extremely suitable to be my successor. I don't bother to pay attention to ordinary people who want to become my disciples. Think about it carefully. If you agree, come to me before 12 o'clock tonight. If you don't want to, then you are not destined to this skill."

After saying this, De Bo walked away triumphantly.

"Uncle De," Feng Gang shouted, "How can I become your disciple if you don't even tell me what you are learning? What if you are teaching me to kill people and set fires? Wouldn't that be digging my own grave?"

Uncle De paused, pondered for a moment, and said directly: "Take the ribs home, I'll wait by the river, come here quickly, don't keep me waiting for too long."

After that, Uncle De walked towards the river.

Feng Gang thought for a while, took the ribs handed over by Chen Qin, glanced inside, and asked: "Is Xiaoyu not at home today?"

"Xiaoyu went to her aunt's house in the city to play."

"Oh," Feng Gang was a little disappointed, "When will she be back?"

"She just went this morning, it will take at least a week." Chen Qin said with a smile, "Why? Miss Xiaoyu?"

Feng Gang scratched his hair shyly, laughed dryly twice, turned around and left.

Back home, handed the ribs to his mother, and then walked straight to the river.

Debo sat on a piece of land, puffing out smoke rings like a god, feeling extremely comfortable.

Feng Gang sat directly next to him and asked, "Debo, you have to tell me what the skill is now, right?"

Debo took a deep puff of the cigarette, and the smoke rings came out of his mouth in strings, just like the five Olympic rings, which were very beautiful. Feng Gang secretly admired him. If there was such a smoking skill to act cool and pick up girls, it would definitely be a sure success, right?

Debo shot Feng Gang with his eyes shining, looked around, and whispered: "Magic skills!"

"Magic... skills?"

"Yeah." Debo nodded, took another puff of cigarette, and this time the smoke turned into a beautiful flower, "Look, Debo, although I am over 40 years old and still haven't married, in fact, I don't need a wife at all, this is due to my magic skills!"

Feng Gang smiled and said: "Debo, are you kidding?"

"Kidding?" Debo's face was serious, "Do you think I'm kidding?"

"Yes." Feng Gang said with a smile.

"Get the hell out of here." Debo stretched out his hand to hit him, but was quickly blocked by Feng Gang.

"Debo, if you want to tease me, forget it, I have to go back to help my mother work in the fields. If you are talking about serious things, let's continue talking, so as not to waste time." Feng Gang didn't believe Debo's nonsense at all, and said seriously.

"You bastard, you don't even believe what I said." De Bo rolled his eyes, "How about this, tonight at twelve o'clock, you go to Lao Niu's melon shed, then I'll let you see if what I said is true."

"Okay." Feng Gang nodded, "If you really have superb skills, I, Feng Gang, will worship you as my master and learn your superb skills from you."