Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  Although autumn days are very hot, but at night, and even in the middle of the night, there is still heavy dew. However, the old man rushed to the well water like this, over 80 years old, his body is really good.

  Yang Zongbao, after drinking a few mouthfuls of tiger bone wine, felt his body heat up, so without hesitation, he took off his top and poured water from the bucket over his head, feeling an indescribable sense of refreshment. The hot air that had been pent up in his body seemed to be instantly carried away by the well water, and all his pores were opened up.

  "Great!" Yang Zongbao shouted loudly.

  "Madman!" Yu Tienan cursed, but he also immediately joined the ranks of the mad.

  An old man and a young boy are having fun in the courtyard, carefree and joyful.

  Yang Zongbao didn't realize he hadn't brought a change of clothes until after he finished bathing, fortunately Old Master Yu was quite kind and lent him an old man's outfit.

  So now Yang Zongbao sat on the wooden porch outside the main hall, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and enjoying the coolness of autumn, while Yu Tiennan laughed so hard that he doubled over.

  It's really not like him, such a handsome person, wearing loose and sloppy old man clothes, it's out of tune.

  "What are you laughing at? Go wash clothes." Yang Zongbao threw a shoe at Yu Tiannan, who was rolling on the ground.

  "Why should I wash?" Yu Tie Nan was really unhappy this time, letting himself, a big man, wash clothes was too ridiculous, and it was even more absurd to help another big man wash clothes.

  "I can also help you with washing." Yang Zongbao said lazily, leaning against the doorpost.

  Yu Tienan knew he still had something unsaid, so he didn't respond.

  Yang Zongbao continued: "Let's make a bet, if you win, I'll wash for you; if I win, you'll wash for me."

  "What's the bet?" After all this fuss, it was almost 2 o'clock in the morning. Nobody wanted to do laundry at this hour. Yu Tiernan was no exception.

  "Gambling, of course, means going big." The old man who was originally preparing to go to sleep suddenly gained energy: "Let's gamble on who can pee the farthest."

  "Pffft." Yu Tiě'nán spat it out, what's wrong with his grandfather today? Usually he's a bit unreliable, but everyone thinks that's just old age, acting like a young kid again. But today he's completely lively, shameless to the extreme.

  "I have no opinion, but old man, you'd better not participate, we will definitely lose to you." Yang Zongbao said. What a joke, the old man's skill when he came in just now was not trivial.

  "Alright, I'll be your judge. You two start at the same time."

  Yu Tie Nan had no choice, it was his grandfather's idea and he couldn't disrespect him. Moreover, he was also very curious about who was stronger between him and Yang Zongbao, so he agreed.

  On an autumn night, in an ordinary civilian house, two young people each raised their own machine guns. After a command from the elderly person watching from the side, they fired the bullets that had been accumulated for a long time towards the vegetable field.

  Two streams of water are competing with each other to nourish the distant vegetable fields first. The tender green lettuce is stretching out its leaves, welcoming the baptism of life...

  "Xiao Yu Zi, you're no good."

  After a long time, the old master of our house had a sorrowful face.

  Yu Tie Nan didn't say another word and went to wash clothes.

  Yang Zongbao burst out laughing, today he's really a bit drunk, otherwise he would never be so reckless and childish. At night, he also sleeps more on the chair than on the bed, but today he'll relax just this once.

  Yang Zongbao fell asleep on the wooden corridor, Yu Tiannan washed his clothes and wanted to wake him up, but was stopped by Old Man Yu.

  "He's too tired," said Old Master Yu.

  "Why?" Yu Tie Nan was puzzled.

  "Foolish child, if you had half his wit, you could inherit my legacy." The old master of the Yu family looked at his disappointing grandson with a sigh.

  "Am I not as clever as him?" Yu Tie Nan asked.

  "You don't have his meticulousness, nor his tenacity. I saw him when he came today and his muscles were extremely tense, probably from standing or moving for a long time. But when he came, there was no sign of fatigue, no impatience, and his insight was very strong. This point, Xiao Yu Zi, you should learn well." Old Master Yu said.

  "Indeed, he did over 10 hours of dissection today without eating and then rushed over." Yu Tie Nan felt that he really admired Yang Zong Bao now, earlier he couldn't see that the guy was very tired at all.

  "It's not easy. Little Yu, aren't you proud of yourself? You're also fond of this kid. A person's efforts are visible, but the support behind them is also needed. Without support, nothing can be done, that's just how society works." Old Master Yu couldn't see what background Yang Zongbao had.

  "Grandpa, that's not for sure." Yu Tie Nan took out the cigarette Yang Zong Bao gave him from his pocket and handed it to his own grandfather.

  "What is this?" Mr. Yu took it over, smelled it and scolded: "This good-for-nothing really knows how to waste things! This would be great for brewing wine! Which blind and stupid person ruined such good Cordyceps like this!"

  Seeing Yu Tie Nan pointing at Yang Zong Bao sleeping on the ground with his eyes, the old man asked: "Him?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "...The old man didn't say anything else: "If Little Yu has made up his mind, he must stick to it. I can see that he's not a person who can forgive others easily."

  "I knew, so I thought of my child and just brought you back today," said Yu Tiemann.

  "I'd better not say anything, let's just observe for now. Let's go to sleep." Mr. Yu covered Yang Zongbao with a quilt and took his grandson to bed.

  After they left, Yang Zongbao opened his eyes, took a glance at the direction where Yu's father and son had gone, then closed his eyes to fall asleep.

  Yang Zongbao was born with a three-point wine capacity, and even if he drank a little more, nothing would happen. The most important thing is that some people drink wine to get more spirited, and Yang Zongbao is this kind of person. In fact, until the day before yesterday, Yang Zongbao still didn't know who Mr. Yu was, but last night he called Baoguo and asked him to check it out. As a result, Baoguo replied with a few words in a text message: "A family of traditional Chinese medicine."

  And no mention of why Yu Tie Nan didn't study traditional Chinese medicine, but Old Master Yu's eyes are really poisonous.

  The next day, before it was fully light, Yang Zongbao felt that he had been kicked a few times. When he opened his eyes, a face full of wrinkles almost scared him to death.

  "Haha, scared you, didn't I? Get up and practice your Tai Chi." The old man walked past Yang Zongbao into the courtyard.

  Yang Zongbao looked up at the sky, still a dull gray. Helplessly under someone else's eaves, he had to lower his head.

  Had no choice but to follow him into the yard.

  "Tai Chi Fist, I won't say much, you medical students must all know it, but look closely, what's the difference between my moves and your teacher's." The old man didn't waste any words and directly opened up his stance. Each move flowed like clouds and water, continuous and unbroken.

  When Lao Lao Ye finished work and asked Yang Zongbao: "What's different?"

  "Old man, you have osteoporosis and lack calcium. Every time you make a move, your bones will crack." Yang Zongbao replied.

  "Rabbit son, this is where Lao Tzu's bones are stretched to the extreme and joints are opened by themselves." The old master of the Yu family was so angry that he spat out blood.

  "Xiao Yuzi, come and practice." Perhaps feeling that Yang Zongbao was too untalented, the old man had his own grandson practice instead.

  Yu Tienan didn't pretend, walked to the middle, and as soon as he opened his legs, he started...

  But Yu Tienan and Lao Yezi's moves were the same, but Yu Tienan's practice was a bit more neat and tidy, with fewer connections between movements, like waves, but with hidden strength, yin and not released.

  "Everyone's personality can be reflected when practicing this set of fists. You try it." Finally, the old man let Yang Zongbao try it.

  Yang Zongbao shrugged indifferently. He took a deep breath, and his mind became a complete blank. His hands and feet seemed to have developed a life of their own, moving along the trajectory etched in his memory.

  Tai Chi is one of the few exercises that Yang Zongbao insists on, because every time he practices Tai Chi, his mind is always very relaxed. Each movement of Tai Chi is connected to each other, and if practiced well, the range of motion of the hands and feet forms a huge sphere.

  When Yang Zongbao finished practicing his manual skills, the old man didn't say a word, and Yu Tiannan also didn't say anything. Instead, he asked Yu Tiannan to move the table out of the main hall and bring out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

  The inkstone was placed in a wooden box, and Yang Zongbao looked at the texture of the wooden box, which was golden yellow. After taking out the inkstone, it was just a square inkstone without any patterns. As soon as the lid was opened, a burst of ink fragrance hit his nose, and the belly of the inkstone was relatively humid. Yu Tiennan spread the Xuan paper on the table, then dripped two drops of water into the inkstone, which quickly dissolved. The old man took a brush from the pen holder, dipped it in the inkstone, and instantly the tip of the brush had color.

  "Can you write?" The old man asked Yang Zongbao.

  "I know a little, but I don't write well." He said so with his mouth, but Yang Zongbao took the brush handed over by the old man.

  Yang Zongbao stood in front of the table, thought for a moment, and felt that he should write something popular, so he dipped his pen in ink again and started writing.

  To drink alcohol

  Li Bai

  Have you not seen the waters of the Yellow River come from heaven, rushing to the sea and never returning?

  Don't you see that in high halls and bright mirrors, white hair is lamented, in the morning it was like black silk, by evening it has become snow.

  Life's joys should be savored to the fullest, don't let the golden cup be empty when facing the moon.

  Heavenly talents must be put to use, and wealth scattered will return again.

  Roast mutton and kill cattle, and make merry; they must drink three hundred cups at a meeting.

  Cen Fu's son, Dan Qiu's birth, will advance wine, cup does not stop.

  Sing a song with you, please lean in and listen for me.

  The jade food is not worth the bell drum, but I wish to be drunk forever and never wake up again.

  Since ancient times, all saints and sages have been obscure, only drinkers leave their names behind.

  Chen Wang in former times feasted at Pingyue, ten thousand cups of wine were lavishly bestowed, and they rejoiced and laughed together.

  The host said, "Why so few words? Just buy some wine and let's drink together."

  A five-flowered horse, a thousand pieces of brocade, My son will soon be born and exchanged for fine wine, to share with you the sorrow of ten thousand years.

  As one by one, the tiny characters jumped onto the paper, Mr. Yu's face became increasingly solemn. When Yang Zongbao finally signed his name with a flourish: "Chang Gong", the old man involuntarily opened his mouth and called out: "Good."

  "I don't have a chapter, hehe." Yang Zongbao scratched his head in embarrassment.

  "How long have you been practicing your calligraphy?" Old Master Yu asked.

  "I practiced it when I was a kid, then stopped for two years in the middle, and later picked it up again. But what I practiced before is all useless." Yang Zongbao replied.

  "You know that practicing calligraphy can't be interrupted, right? You started with a few stiff characters, but after getting familiar, they became more fluent. Although they're all small regular script, each character is as majestic as possible. Good job, good job! How about I give them to Old Master Yu?" After Old Master Yu's praise, Yang Zongbao really broke out in sweat: "It's getting late, you should leave." The old master suddenly suggested sending off the guests, leaving Yang Zongbao and Yu Tie Nan unprepared.

  There's no way, old man is driving people away, can only leave.