The key to tug of war is not the size of the force, but the friction between the people on both sides against the ground. Therefore, the more fat people have a greater chance of winning. This is not because they have greater strength, but because they are bigger and have greater friction with the ground.

Chen Qiang naturally knew this truth, but Wang Changshou obviously didn't know it.

So Chen Qiang said, "The tug-of-war teams should not be sorted according to the size of the strength, but should be arranged according to the weight, from the end of the rope to the front, so as to be from heavy to light. It is best to have a larger force in front and a larger weight in the back. I think your weight should be ranked at the end."

"So that's how it is." Wang Changshou did not ask why, but nodded in conviction.

Chen Qiang felt that Wang Changshou probably hadn't figured out the principle of friction. This guy believed whatever others said, and he was a typical person with too much flesh and no brains.

Then Wang Changshou continued to ask: "What else? Besides the team sorting, what other tricks are there for tug-of-war?"

"There are many tricks, such as posture. Everyone should tilt backwards, half-squat, and stance. Press the center of gravity backwards. The center of gravity should be lowered as much as possible. Simply put, thrust the abdomen or hips out, and look at the sky. Holding the rope, you should move your hands upwards, the rope should pass through the armpits, the toes must be before the knees, and before the tug of war, the whole body should be stretched and straightened."

"When holding the rope, be careful. The right-handed person is in the back and the left hand is in the back. This is convenient for exerting force. When shouting, there must be a rhythm. When shouting, 1 should be steady and 2 should be strong. The rhythm in front should be slower and the rhythm in the back should be faster. Do not wear flat shoes. In addition, the person at the end must press the center of gravity to the lowest point. The lower the center of gravity, the rope will not be easily pulled away..."

Chen Qiang said several things in a row. For a professor at a sports university, it is not easy to teach a rookie how to tug-of-war.

Wang Changshou, a poor student, obviously didn't know that there were so many techniques for tug-of-war. He was stunned when he heard it, and finally took notes.

Wang Changshou recorded all of them, and then he realized that the newspaper boy on the other side actually knew more than him.

"You are so powerful, you know so much!" Wang Changshou said.

"I used to study and go to school, but unfortunately my family suffered a military disaster and all my relatives died. If I wanted to survive, I could only sell newspapers." Chen Qiang said.

"So you are so pitiful!" Wang Changshou said as he took out a few cents from his pocket and stuffed them all into Chen Qiang's hands.

"I have brought so much money on me, I've given it to you."

At this time, the coachman of the Wang family also came and took Wang Changshou away.

Looking at Wang Changshou's departure back, Chen Qiang sighed.

"This fat man, although he doesn't look good, he is still quite kind. I don't seem to continue selling his romantic tabloids. Isn't this a bit unethical? The flowers of my motherland have been poisoned by me..."

But the next second, Chen Qiang immediately shook his head.

"This Wang Changshou is not very good at studying. He can't become a literary master without this romantic tabloid. On the contrary, I hope to sell this job! No matter whether he lacks morality or not, in this world, I should work hard to survive first!"

...

In the next few days, Chen Qiang did not come to the entrance of Fudan Affiliated Middle School to sell newspapers, but went to several other private schools and church schools.

The wool cannot be tightly tied to a sheep, and the newspapers cannot always be sold to this school.

Those who can go to private schools are rich, and those who can go to church schools are rich. In old Shanghai, church schools like foreigners charged much higher fees than those run by Chinese.

For example, the very famous St. John's University has a tuition fee of more than 200 oceans, and the tuition fee of Yenching University and Fu Jen University is also 160 to 70 oceans.

In comparison, the private Fudan University and Nankai University cost only 100 oceans a year.

National universities are the cheapest. The tuition fees for Peking University and Tsinghua University are only about twenty yuan, and the cheapest one is normal schools. It can last for 15 yuan for a year, and there is also no accommodation fee.

The tuition fees for high school are lower than those for college, but only rich children can start school. For them, it is not a problem to spend 40 cents to buy 10 newspapers.

About a week later, when the new Fengyue tabloid came out, Chen Qiang arrived at the entrance of Fudan High School again.

"Hey, the newspaper seller, I've been looking for you for several days!" Wang Changshou hurried over and took the initiative to greet Chen Qiang.

"Young Master, your arms are ready?" Chen Qiang asked.

"Okay, it's been a long time ago!" Wang Changshou continued: "The methods you mentioned are really effective. Our class has basically never lost much after comparing your methods with other classes!"

Chen Qiang smiled. He was a well-known professor at the Sports University. If he couldn't even handle the most basic tug-of-war, he might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

Chen Qiang came to sell newspapers. He didn't intend to talk nonsense with Wang Changshou. He took out a stack of newspapers and handed them to Wang Changshou: "Young Master, this is a new product, it's all that have not been sold before."

"No rush for this, I have another thing to ask you for help." Wang Changshou said.

"You are the young master, I am just a newspaper boy. What can I do to help you?" Chen Qiang said, while secretly looking at Wang Changshou's expression, hoping to find some useful information from it.

Wang Changshou said, "Our school is going to hold a sports meeting, so our class has been practicing tug-of-war in recent days, just to compete with other classes at the sports meeting. But last weekend, some accident happened. A classmate in our class was riding a horse on a foreign horse farm and accidentally broke his leg, so there is one person missing in the tug-of-war competition."

"You might want me to replace the injured classmate, right?" Chen Qiang asked immediately.

"You really guessed it." Wang Changshou nodded seriously and then said, "If you can teach me how to tug-of-war, you will definitely tug-of-war, so I want you to participate in the tug-of-war competition with our class."

Chen Qiang shook his head: "It's not appropriate to do this. After all, I'm just a newspaper boy, not a student in your school."

But Wang Changshou asked another question: "How old are you?"

"Sixteen." Chen Qiang reported the Xu Sui, and he will not reach the age of sixteen until next spring.

However, people these days are used to saying that they are empty. Some are empty for one year, while others are empty for two years. The habits are different in different places.

"Haha, you are about the same age as us. We will find a substitute for our peers. There should be no problem with temporarily replacing and participating in the competition." Wang Changshou said.

The age of going to middle school in the early Republic of China was not so unified. In the same grade, there may be four or five years apart. It is normal to reconcile and skip grades.

At that time, elementary school was called "primary elementary school" from the first to fourth grades, and grades 5 and 6, and some people who went to school late or were stupid enough to graduate from the "primary school" until they were fifteen or sixteen years old. Such people were at least eighteen years old when they went to high school.

For example, the scientist Mr. Li Siguang, who studied in a private school in his early years, started to study "high primary school" at the age of fourteen. According to the current nine-year compulsory education, he only went to the fifth grade of elementary school at the age of fourteen. However, a great man was a great man after all. Although Mr. Li Siguang started to study "high primary school" at the age of fourteen, he received the funds assigned by the government at the age of sixteen and went to Japan to study. In just two years, he studied from the fourth grade of elementary school to the public funding.

Some smart academic masters, or those who went to school earlier, went to college at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and went to prestigious universities. For example, Mr. Qian Sanqiang, the founder of the "Two Bombs and One Satellite", went to Peking University at the age of sixteen.

So in high school campuses of that era, you can see little kids of thirteen or fourteen years old, and you can also see big brothers of thirty years old.

At Chen Qiang's age, he put on a student outfit, just like a real high school student.

Get back to the point.

Chen Qiang pointed to the clothes piled with patches on his body, and then said, "Look, I am just a newspaper boy in rags. With my outfit, I can't even get into the gate of your school, let alone attend your sports meeting!"

"This is easy to deal with. I'll find you a piece of clothing." Wang Changshou patted his chest and said generously: "Anyway, on the day of the sports meeting, we were all wearing vests and shorts, so I'll give you a set!"

Clothes are relatively expensive for the poor. There are many people in the slums in Zhabei who are not covered in their bodies. It is very common for a family to wear a set of clothes in remote rural areas. However, for those who can afford to go to private schools, a set of vests and shorts is not worth much money.

Chen Qiang shook his head again: "It's still not possible. You can't wear flat shoes. Look at me, you don't have any shoes! I go around the streets and sell newspapers every day, and the soles of these shoes are almost worn out, even flatter than flat shoes."

Chen Qiang was wearing a pair of rag shoes, and his feet were exposed. Fortunately, it was not winter now, otherwise he would definitely have frostbite on his feet.

"It's okay, I'll find you a pair of rubber-soled shoes!" Wang Changshou said without hesitation.

In this era, rubber-soled shoes were rare and even more scarce than leather shoes. Because there was basically no rubber industry in China at that time, rubber-soled shoes were naturally not able to be made. Moreover, rubber-soled shoes were an important strategic resource. Not only in China, but also in many places, rubber-soled shoes were more expensive than leather shoes.

Rubber trees were introduced to China in 1904 and planted in 1906. In the 1920s, China's largest rubber plantation was in Taiwan and was controlled by Japanese colonists. After the liberation, China's rubber industry flourished and China was able to produce its own rubber-soled shoes. As the main force of the army, the old Jiefang shoes were worn for 50 years.

With clothes and shoes, Chen Qiang shook his head again.

"No, young master, I am a newspaper boy. If I don't sell newspapers for a day, I won't have food to eat in a day." Chen Qiang pointed to the broken backpack that was holding the newspaper.

"I forgot this." Wang Changshou thought for a few seconds, then said, "I'll go back and discuss with my classmates. I'll raise you two dollars, which is considered to be a salary for you. It's OK!"

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Chapter completed!