Chapter 4 A man's poverty is no longer an issue

　　In the afternoon class of the class teacher, the old class mentioned the matter of enrollment in the martial arts section once again. 　　The situation in Yangcheng First Middle School wasn't too bad, in previous years, there were people in Yangcheng First Middle School who got into Wushu every year, and last year there was an outbreak, with 5 people getting into the program at once. 　　Although the senior three (4) class was only an ordinary class, two of the five people who took the martial arts exam last year actually came from the ordinary class! 　　Now, even the school leaders who didn't have much hope for the general class in the past, this year, they also paid a lot of attention to the matter of enrollment in the Wushu Section. 　　Regardless of whether or not you can get in, sign up and then say, do not sign up that is no chance at all. 　　But the high enrollment fee, is the first barrier, blocked ninety-nine percent of the people. 　　Application to be 10,000, unless confident in their own, or no one is willing to fish in troubled waters, the family has the money to say otherwise. 　　So when the class teacher mentioned this, there were very few people who responded, and only a few students in the class who had a tiny bit of hope pandered for a while. 　　After finishing the registration matter, finally the old class mentioned one more thing and said: ''For those who apply for the martial arts examination, next Wednesday afternoon, the school will organize a pre-examination doubt-answering and defense meeting. 　　This time, the school has spent a lot of money to invite Wang Jinyang, a student from Nanjiang Wushu University, to come back to the school to give a speech for you, so you should cherish this opportunity. 　　Students who enroll in Wushu, the school will notify you at that time, remember to dress neatly ......" 　　The homeroom teacher exhorted for a while, probably meaning to show the importance of the attitude. 　　This Wang Jinyang of Nanjiang Martial Arts University, who was actually only a freshman martial arts student now, had been admitted to Nanjiang Martial Arts University last year from Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School. 　　However, just being a freshman student of the Martial Arts University had made the teachers of Yang Cheng No. 1 Middle School take it seriously. 　　At this moment, Fang Ping once again realized the status gap between ordinary people and martial artists. 　　Chen Fan, who was beside him, did not have the same focus as Fang Ping, but subconsciously murmured, "The school has really put in the blood this time, the appearance fee should be at least 50,000 to 60,000 dollars to be able to ......" 　　Fang Ping's eyebrows jumped slightly, and he couldn't help but say, "Going back to your alma mater to simply talk about your experience with your schoolmates, and you still need to charge?" 　　Chen Fan laughed and said, "Of course, do you think martial artists are that easy to invite? 　　Martial arts students are much busier in their studies than liberal arts students, we still have summer and winter vacations, they also need to earn money and cultivate during their vacations. 　　Without paying, who would blindly delay their work to instruct others? 　　Even if Senior Wang doesn't take it, the school will take the initiative to give it. 　　Sooner or later, the favor will run out, if we let these martial arts students give speeches to the school for free every year, once or twice would be fine, but more often, this favor will run out. 　　Now give a little appearance fee, but also can fall a good, later these martial arts brothers and sisters out of the world, remember the old at least will remember a favor." 　　When Chen Fan said this, Fang Ping completely understood. 　　Then he looked at Chen Fan somewhat strangely and said, "I didn't expect ah, your kid is quite thorough." 　　Chen Fan is just a high school student, some things Fang Ping did not think of because of the differentiation of his previous life, this guy is clear. 　　"What is this ......" 　　Chen Fan smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly and shook his head without continuing to speak. 　　And Fang Ping also did not continue to talk, but instead, he was calculating, this martial artist really earns money much simpler than ordinary people. 　　A freshman student, who went to the school to do a pre-test answer once, and lasted only two or three hours, the appearance fee was fifty or sixty thousand dollars. 　　Although it can't be treated as a common phenomenon, but fifty or sixty thousand dollars, their parents tired to earn a year can't earn so much. 　　...... 　　The class teacher's class ended, Fang Ping stayed up for a few more classes, and the afternoon dismissal bell finally rang. 　　Today is Saturday, there is no evening study hall at school. 　　In fact, today is not far from the college entrance examination, some students prepare for the test of martial arts, usually come to school or not in the evening self-study, but also to stay or go at will, the school's emphasis on martial arts students is far stronger than the liberal arts students, even if there are not a few students on the test every year. 　　And Chen Fan a few still quite familiar with the classmates together out of the school, the school gate, we parted ways. 　　Along the familiar route in his memory, Fang Ping walked all the way home. 　　As he walked, Fang Ping was a little hesitant, although this world had many similarities with the world he remembered, there were also many differences. 　　His home in this life, was it still in the old place? 　　Even if his home was still there, his parents wouldn't have changed, right? 　　As an adult with a mental age of almost 30 years old, if this steeply changed mom and dad, Fang Ping could not call out. 　　"It shouldn't change, right?" Fang Ping comforted himself with uncertainty. 　　His classmates hadn't changed, his teachers hadn't changed, so it didn't make sense that his parents would change. 　　Of course, it would be best if they didn't change, even if they did, the person would still be the same person, and it would be good if the family environment changed, for example, if Fang Ping went home the next moment and found out that his family was the richest in Yangcheng, that would be the best! 　　Or maybe, his parents are top martial arts powerhouses, that would be even better! 　　Of course, it was just a thought. 　　Fang Ping, who felt the malice from all over the world, did not have the slightest hope for this. 　　...... 　　After more than twenty minutes, Fang Ping walked to the neighborhood where his home was located. 　　Jinghuyuan neighborhood. 　　The name sounded good, but in reality, it was one of the few remaining old neighborhoods in Yangcheng that were more than 30 years old. 　　As soon as he saw this familiar old neighborhood, with some dilapidated old buildings, Fang Ping completely eliminated the idea of his family being a rich man. 　　As far as he could remember, Fang Ping had always had a grudge for so many years. 　　That is not as a second generation of demolition! 　　Jinghuyuan neighborhood, from the beginning of the twenty-first century, rumors of demolition, the result of rumors every year, but until 2018, Jinghuyuan or Jinghuyuan. 　　There is not much of a near-hometown feeling, in fact, before this, that is, a few days before the rebirth came back, Fang Ping only went back to Jinghuyuan to see his parents. 　　Today's parents were younger, which was a good thing, and there was no need to have too many complicated emotions. 　　Building 6, Room 101. 　　Standing outside the door, Fang Ping did not knock on the door, took out a key from his pocket and opened the door of the house straight away. 　　As soon as the door opened, what met his eyes was the narrow living room. 　　As an old neighborhood with more than 30 years of age, the house types are not big, and most of the old houses back then were small. 　　Although Fang Ping's house is a two-room layout, the area is actually very small, only about 60 square meters. 　　Coupled with living for so many years, home miscellaneous things more, originally not big living room, at the moment more crowded. 　　Although crowded, but not too messy, not big living room, was Fang mother cleaned up very clean. 　　As the first floor of the old neighborhood, there are many shortcomings, easy to attract snakes, insects, rats and ants, easy to moisture, dusty, and other floors of the residents upstairs, louder and often hear footsteps. 　　However, the disadvantages are many, the only advantage is probably can hoop a small yard. 　　And Jinghuyuan such an old neighborhood, the property has long been abolished, other departments will not project too much attention in this, the yard will not be taken as illegal construction to demolition. 　　Fang's house is so, in front of the living room, there is a door, leading to the backyard. 　　The kitchen and bathroom of the house are built in the yard, while the original kitchen bathroom has been transformed into a small room, which is the room where Fang Ping lives now. 　　According to reason, there is no need to remodel the two rooms and one hall in the house. 　　However, Fang Ping also has a younger sister who is in junior high school, a family of four people crowded in this small house, without a yard is not really a good idea. 　　Speak of the devil and he will appear. 　　Fang Ping is squatting to change shoes, thinking about these, heard the small room on the right side of the living room came sister Fang Yuan's voice. 　　"Fang Ping, you still have the guts to come back!" 　　Fang Yuan's voice was a bit shrill, but Fang Yuan was only 13 years old this year, and a young girl's voice is no more shrill than that of an old woman. 　　Accompanied by the sharp voice with anger, soon, a figure rushed out of the small room. 　　Fang Yuan, who is not tall, at this time, his face still has some baby fat, which makes his small face look round, and his glaring look is not obnoxious, but more cute. 　　As soon as he saw Fang Yuan, Fang Ping had some itchy hands, and did not ask why Fang Yuan was angry, not to mention other words. 　　Without saying a word, familiarly got up, familiarly went up and pinched the little girl's fleshy cheeks, slightly forcefully to both sides and tore a little. 　　Under the direct gaze of Fang Yuan's angry eyes, Fang Ping said with a face of enjoyment, "It's been a long time since I've pinched, I finally got the chance!" 　　The little girl who had a round face nowadays had suddenly changed into a melon face within a few years, and the meat on her face did not know where it had gone. 　　This was one thing that Fang Ping had always regretted! 　　Fleshy round face pinch up to feel, good for nothing suddenly changed into a melon face, how obnoxious things. 　　Fang Ping was satisfied, Fang Yuan was angry enough, slapped away Fang Ping's claws and said: "Mom, Fang Ping pinched my face again!" 　　In the courtyard, Fang mother Li Yuying, who is busy in the kitchen, did not look back and said with a smile, "Stop it, wait for your father to come back to eat, today I made you a delicious meal." 　　"Mom!" 　　Fang Yuan shouted unwillingly, seeing his mom not helping himself, he glared at Fang Ping in exasperation. 　　Immediately afterward, only then remembered the main thing, angrily said, "Fang Ping, return the money!" 　　"What?" 　　"Still playing dumb! Mom gave us 50 dollars, and we agreed on half for you and half for me, why is there only 5 dollars on my desk? There's still money left!" 　　Fang Ping's eyes stared blankly, there is such a thing? 　　In that case, the total assets of 28 dollars in his pocket today, except for the lunch money, the rest is this girl's? 　　However, Fang Ping, who was penniless, had only 15 dollars left in his pocket at this time, and a big man can't have empty pockets and not leave any money behind. 　　Fang Ping, who has no intention of returning the money, instantly shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe you spent it yourself, find it again yourself." 　　"Fang Ping!" 　　"Call brother." 　　"Brother your head, you know how to bully little girls, mom, you don't even talk about him!" 　　"......" 　　The siblings quarreled for a few moments, in the end, the little girl was still defeated, her face full of sullenness. 　　Fang Ping was amused and at the same time, somewhat helpless, this day mixed, too miserable. 　　Just for this pocket money, the little girl was bullied into what looks like. 　　In the eyes of Fang Yuan, Fang Ping promised countless benefits, finally let the little girl forget her big brother just pit her 20 dollars. 　　If it wasn't for his intolerance, Fang Ping felt that he could still cheat this girl out of the remaining 5 dollars right now. 　　After taking care of Fang Yuan, Fang Ping went into the kitchen to say hello to his mother. 　　As he exited the kitchen, the thought that came to his mind the most was, "It's hard to beat a hero for a penny!" 　　Just after a few words with his mother, Fang Ping remembered that he was in his third year of high school, and his mom was only working half days in order to take care of him and Fang Yuan. 　　And not what skilled labor, Yangcheng is not a rich area, mother half-day shift down, a month's salary is only 800 yuan! 　　A year down, only 10,000 yuan. 　　He was originally prepared to open his mouth to mention the matter of enrollment in martial arts, but as a result of this, there is no way to say it. 　　Rubbing his face, Fang Ping muttered, "Sure enough, there's no such thing as not being short of money ......."