After they started running, the children of Shili Gou began learning how to box from An Ning.
Even though televisions weren't common yet and the wuxia craze hadn't started, the children had all been raised on their elders' war stories, and each dreamed of driving out invaders.
Every one of the children was a serious student. After just the first lesson, they felt incredibly powerful.
They would walk around with their chests puffed out, convinced they could take on three opponents at once without breaking a sweat.
After the half-hour boxing session, An Ning ran home to eat.
For breakfast, Lin Cuihua made noodles.
She boiled the noodles in a large pot and fried the sauce in a small one. It was ready in no time.
At the dining table, An Guoming groggily ate his noodles. He had been out selling vegetables the day before and gotten back late.
No one had even called him for the fight last night.
