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  Lin Hongbai stood in a three-body stance for a whole day, and by the end of the day, he felt pain all over his body.

  He dragged his tired body back home, saw his father cooking, greeted him and then lay down on the bed.

  This was his first time feeling so tired, standing for a whole day felt like running around the factory ten times, his muscles were sore all over.

  However, despite being so exhausted, he still couldn't sleep. So he closed his eyes, didn't think about anything in his mind, rested for a while, and then got up.

  "Dad, I'm going to sleep at Grandpa Xu's house tonight and keep him company."

  At dinner time, Lin Hong said to his father.

  Lin Changming took the only poached egg from his bowl and put it into his son's bowl, nodding slightly.

  "It's okay. Old Xu came to tell me today. At night, remember to lock the doors and windows tightly. If a stranger knocks on the door, don't open it no matter what, got it?"

  "Ah, I see!" Lin Hong divided the steamed egg into two halves with chopsticks and handed one half to his father. "Dad, let's have one half each."

  Lin Changming saw this and a relieved smile appeared on his face. He rubbed his son's head:

  "Go ahead, save it for yourself."

  The recent changes in his son, he saw with his own eyes, and was delighted in his heart.

  Since he often ran to Old Xu's place, he found that his son had become more cheerful than before and his grades at school had also started to improve. He no longer handed in blank papers and listened carefully in class. Lin Changming attributed these welcome changes to the positive influence of Old Xu on his son, so he was very grateful to him in his heart.

  Lin Hong no longer insisted, he was originally a big eater, usually couldn't eat enough, the old hen at home laid eggs frequently, but more often they were taken away by his father to be sold, so it wasn't often that they could eat eggs.

  After dinner, Lin Hong thought of what had happened during the day and hesitated for a moment before saying:

  "Dad, I went to pay respects to Grandpa Sun from the neighboring village as my master today."

  Lin Changming was collecting bowls and chopsticks when he heard his son's words and involuntarily stopped the movement of his hands.

  "Apprentice?"

  Lin Changming's face turned serious. At the same time, he also felt very strange in his heart, who would take his own son as an apprentice?

  In rural areas, the traditional practice of "apprenticeship" is still relatively popular, whether it's handicrafts, service industry or entertainment industry, this kind of vocational folk custom has always existed. Of course, it also exists in big cities, but now it's gradually becoming less common.

  Unlike entering a school for unified learning, it is still taught one-on-one by the master. The traditional relationship between masters and apprentices is second only to that of parents and children. Once you become an apprentice, even your parents have no right to inquire about the content of your studies.

  "Becoming an apprentice" is a very serious and important matter, so Lin Changming had no choice but to take it seriously.

  "Little Hong, which Grandpa Sun is it?"

  Lin Hong replied honestly: "Grandfather Sun said his name is Sun Jing Tai."

  "Is it him?"

  Lin Changming was taken aback.

  Sun Jingtai is an old generation figure in the neighboring village of Shuanghe Village, and when it comes to him, the villagers within a radius of ten miles all have to raise their thumbs in admiration.

  Sun Jingtai started practicing martial arts at a young age and joined the revolution to fight in the Anti-Japanese War when he was only 18 years old. He then followed the main forces, fighting battles big and small all over the country, and eventually returned home with a body full of medals, unscathed.

  He returned and never mentioned his previous affairs again, starting to teach apprentices in the village.

  At that time, there was a rumor that Sun Jingtai had served in the Central Guard Regiment and held the rank of Major General, specifically protecting those big shots in the Central Committee.

  There are also rumors that he was just a small role in the troops and later offended others, so he couldn't mix and retired to his hometown.

  Of course, there are also other bizarre rumors, such as some people even saying that he didn't join the army at all, but instead went to be a bandit.

  However, afterwards, the provincial governor Liu Qingyuan visited Sun Jingtai once and was rejected at the door. After that, all unfavorable rumors disappeared completely, and the whole Dongling City knew that there was an old man named Sun Jingtai in Shuanghe Village who was very powerful, even daring to show his face to the governor.

  However, that thing has been over for a long time, and now fewer people know about it. Sun Jingtai is known to the public mainly because he is a master-level Xingyiquan expert. Although he hasn't explicitly said so, he has already taken in several extremely formidable disciples. Except for one who always follows him around, his other disciples are all doing well on their own outside.

  To sum it up, Sun Jing Tai is an extremely awesome person, and yet someone like him took his own son as a disciple, which made Lin Chang Ming feel both extremely puzzled and surprised.

  He then asked about Lin Hong's apprenticeship in detail, and as a result, Lin Hong said helplessly:

  "Today I went to Grandpa Xu's house, coincidentally Grandpa Xu had something to attend to and went out. He came to find Grandpa Xu to play chess. Seeing no one to accompany him to play chess, he insisted on pulling me to play with him together. I told him I didn't know how to play, but he was determined to teach me, and said that if I won, he would teach me martial arts... Later, I played three rounds with him, and he lost all of them, so he kept his promise and took me as his nominal disciple."

  Lin Changming's face turned black after hearing his son's words.

  He simply couldn't imagine the situation at that time, his own son had become the other's disciple in such a muddled way, which made him laugh and cry.

  He had originally wanted to take his son and bring some gifts to pay a formal visit, but now that Lin Hong has said this, he is somewhat indecisive again. After all, this is just one side of the story from Lin Hong, if the other party was just joking or Lin Hong misunderstood Sun Jing Tai's meaning, then it would be embarrassing.

  So, Lin Changming finally decided to ignore it and let things develop on their own, pretending he didn't know anything.

  The sky had not yet darkened, and Lin Hong arrived early at the waste collection station. It was only about a kilometer away from his home, very close.

  "Now there's no one coming to disturb me anymore?"

  Lin Hong's heart was once again burning with excitement, he had long since closed the door of the waste collection station and retreated to Old Xu's room, sitting in front of the wireless radio with an agitated mood.

  "Bang."

  He turned on the power switch and a "hissing" sound immediately came out of the speaker.

  He can now understand some of the buttons on the radio panel and knows that wireless radios can use both FM and AM to search for signals.

  Lin Hong slowly turned the AM and FM buttons, listening to the various sounds coming from the speaker. After a while, the speaker clearly broadcast the sweet voices of several radio announcers in the province. However, he did not stop, this was not the wave he wanted to find, he wanted to find the same wave as last time, which could communicate directly with others.

  However, the difficulty of searching for this private signal was far beyond Lin Hong's expectation. He originally thought he could find such a signal very smoothly, but after searching for several hours in a row, he didn't even hear a similar sound.

  He resolutely removed the microphone, pressed the call button, and shouted "Hello, is anyone there?" for a long time, but no one responded.

  What's wrong with it?

  Lin Hong couldn't help but feel a little anxious, he randomly twisted the tuning knobs on the panel, trying to get lucky, but the final result was still very disappointing, and the speaker continued to emit that annoying "hiss" noise.

  Lin Hong took a few deep breaths and told himself not to rush.

  Wasn't communication established successfully that day? As long as it's done in the same way as last time, there won't be a problem.

  Lin Hong thought of this, immediately closed his eyes, and tried to recall the scene of the conversation with that person from Beijing. Fragments of their conversation kept flashing in his mind, but at the time he was too excited and focused on the content of the conversation, so his impression of the contents on the panel wasn't very deep.

  That scene kept flashing before his eyes, again and again, from being blurry to gradually becoming clear.

  Finally, Lin Hong "saw" the small LCD screen displaying a frequency of 7.0*z, but he could only make out the first two digits clearly, and the last digit was too blurry for him to recall.

  However, with this result, Lin Hong was already very satisfied. He had already known why he couldn't receive private radio waves before - the frequency of the waveband he searched for previously was too low.

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