Chapter 47: Master takes action

Yu Deshun was the feces king in the capital. He was beaten to the point of bleeding from his nose. He was still aggressive and wiped the blood from his face randomly. He clasped his fists at Xue Pingshun and said, "Master, I'm Yu Deshun from Yu Ji Manure Factory. We have nothing to do today."

He regarded Xue Pingshun as the boss of the Tsinghuan Train Factory. No wonder he is the oldest person here and has worked as a patrolman. He has seen all kinds of scenes, but his demeanor is different from those coachmen.

Just as Xue Pingshun was about to speak, Chen Zikun stood up and looked down at Yu Deshun with his arms around him: "You are rampant in the countryside, gathering people to fight, and you dare to threaten the good people. You are so majestic."

A feces man jumped up, with blue veins on his nose, pointed at Chen Zikun and shouted: "What's wrong with the Weifeng? Do you know who to talk to? The feces king of Beijing, Mr. Yu!"

Chen Zikun laughed: "It turns out that you guys who take out feces have taken out a sense of superiority, and they are the king of feces, hahaha."

The coachmen at the Tsinghuan Car Factory also burst into laughter. Although they are all the poor people who work hard to make a living, the coachmen always have a sense of professional honor, and they feel that they are one level higher than those who take out feces. In addition, fighting has the upper hand, so they are naturally proud.

Yu Deshun's face turned pale and white. Today, he underestimated his enemy and only brought three or four brothers out, but he beat him up. The big man in front of him was obviously a martial artist. Although he had learned boxing from his master for three years, he couldn't pass a round in front of him. The hero did not suffer any loss in front of him. He clasped his fists and said, "Didn't ask for advice?"

"Chen Zikun."

"Let's go!" Yu Deshun waved his feces spoon and took the people away.

The dung men left cursingly, and the coachmen laughed and joked, "Let's go now, let's have fun again."

When he returned to the feces factory, Yu Deshun angrily smashed his beloved teapot. The feces were even more indignant and were about to gather people to do something big, but Yu Deshun stopped them.

"The person who comes is not good, and the person who is good will not come." The dung king rubbed his chin and pondered, and suddenly slapped the table, "Please come, Brother Yan and ask him to meet in the teahouse."

Brother Yan's name is Yan Zhiyong. He is a sworn brother of Yu Deshun and a famous figure in the Beijing Wuxing. Last year, he became a disciple of Yu Zhankui, who fought all over the capital and helped him run the martial arts school. In terms of his skills in fist, Yan Zhiyong can be at least in the top 50 in Beijing.

When he heard that he wanted to invite Brother Yan to take action, the feces immediately became excited and ran away with one leg. The martial arts hall was not far from the feces factory. After a quarter of an hour, Brother Yan agreed to help.

The manure factory is too smelly and is not the place for the conversation. Yu Deshun made an appointment with Yan Zhiyong in the teahouse and briefly described the matter. Yan Zhiyong pondered and said, "The person you are talking about is Chen Zikun?"

"Yes, that's the name. Izuru looked very tall when he was aged."

Yan Zhiyong clasped his fists and said, "There is still something to do, let me see you again."

Yu Deshun quickly grabbed him: "Brother Yan, what is this saying?"

Yan Zhiyong said: "The one who defeated my master is Chen Zikun. It's not that I don't help you, it's that I can't help you. Sorry, let's go first."

He hurriedly left, leaving behind Yu Deshun, and sat foolishly for a while, the tea was cold. Old Yu's family was working in the capital to pick up manure. In his generation, there were six generations. Could it be that he would be ruined in his own hands?

This Chen surname is definitely not just trying to occupy one or two feces in Yuji. There must be someone behind him, either Li Fengji or Sun Xinggui. The feces in Yuji have been thinking about Yuji for many years. In his early years, he also caused human lives to fight for the feces in his life. Could it be that it has been quiet for decades and is there another war?

Yu Deshun thought a lot and thought about it for a while, but he still thought that his ancestors' property could not be defeated by him. Since Yu Zhankui could not beat Chen Zikun, he had to ask a paradise to take action.

Without further ado, Yu Deshun quickly went to the fruit shop to buy two kilograms of Poria cake and osmanthus cake. He carried it to a large yard south of Longxugou. As soon as he entered the yard, everyone nodded and bowed to him and said hello: "Mr. Yu, have you eaten?"

Yu Deshun nodded reservedly, came to a door and knocked gently.

"Come in." He shouted with a full breath from inside.

Yu Deshun entered the door of the house. These were two northern houses, cleaned up. There were knives, guns, swords, and halberds beside the wall. There were statues of Guan Gong on the wall, and there were leftover noodles and soy sauce on the dining table. A middle-aged man with a waxy complexion was sitting on the kang and sewing clothes.

"Master Xia, are resting." Yu Deshun put the pastry on the dining table and stood respectfully.

"It's Mr. Yu, please sit down." The middle-aged man quickly got off the kang and greeted him, moved his chair and poured tea, and was very busy.

Yu Deshun said politely: "Master Xia, we are my family, don't be polite. If you are polite, I won't dare to come next time."

The two of them politely made things a long time before finally getting to the point. Yu Deshun said: "To be honest, the manure factory has encountered difficulties. Someone wants to steal our manure path. This man is very skilled in martial arts, so Master Xia must come forward."

Master Xia smiled and said, "Uncle Yu respects me so much. I just sell wild medicine when I go around the world. How can I have any real skills?"

Yu Deshun said: "Master Xia, I have seen your skills. I have not experienced the Taoist practice for decades. Don't worry, I won't let you come forward in vain. Three hundred yuan will be sold to your mansion in the morning."

Master Xia said lightly: "Uncle Yu, thank you for your respect, but I really don't have the ability, I'm sorry."

With a bang, the door opened, and a tall girl came in from outside, opened her mouth and said, "Dad, why don't you go? It's three hundred dollars!"

"Xiaoqing!" Master Xia scolded him sternly, and the eldest girl stomped her feet, turned her head and went out again.

"Uncle Yu, you are laughing at the lack of discipline. I can't do this. Please ask Gao Ming." Master Xia clasped his fists, and the implication was to see off the guests.

Yu Deshun had no choice but to say goodbye. As soon as he left the slum, he heard someone calling him behind him: "Is it true that three hundred dollars acres?"

When he turned around, it turned out to be Master Xia's daughter. Yu Deshun's heart lit up. There was a way to do this, so he said, "I spit and smashed a hole, take every sentence seriously!"

Xia Xiaoqing said: "Okay, you can send this 300 yuan tomorrow."

Yu Deshun said happily: "Master Xia is willing to take action?"

"I'll do my job for my father." Xia Xiaoqing looked proud.

Yu Deshun hesitated and said, "Grand girl...you..."

"Why, don't you believe in my skills? Let me tell you the truth, even my dad is not my opponent."

"This... OK." Yu Deshun was a little worried, but then he thought, "Miss Xia was going to do something, that's not the same as Master Xia's going to do it. If his daughter wins, everyone will be happy. If she loses, the father will not be able to make a move. Okay, let's treat the dead horse as a living horse.

"Who is your opponent?" Xia Xiaoqing only remembered to ask now.

"It's Chen Zikun, who has defeated Yu Zhankui, the invincible player in the capital." Yu Deshun replied. He thought the other party would show a surprised or timid expression, but Xia Xiaoqing just smiled faintly, took out a few gold darts and raised her hand: "Hold on!"

Yu Deshun looked back and saw that on the big willow tree behind him, seven sharp-edged gold coins were dripping with great force, and what was even more amazing was that they were actually lined up in the shape of the Big Dipper!

"Grand girl, master!" Yu Deshun was excited and praised with thumbs up.

Xia Xiaoqing smiled proudly: "I mean, don't forget those three hundred oceans."

Yu Deshun was known as the king of feces, and his eyesight was naturally not bad. He immediately took out all the money he had on him, and there were more than a dozen dollars in total, and he held them all in front of Xia Xiaoqing: "Girl, I'm a little bit, I'll buy a headband or something."

Xia Xiaoqing took Dayang into her pocket without hesitation, made an appointment, rushed to Yu Deshun with a fist, and strode back with great strides, and the silver dollars in her pocket jingled.

Yu Deshun looked at her cool and handsome figure and couldn't help but praise: "The Mu Guiying mentioned in the Big Drum Book may be like this."

Xia Xiaoqing came to the door of her house, slowed down, and tiptoed to open the door, and heard an angry shout: "What are you doing!"

"Dad, have you seen it?" Xia Xiaoqing immediately understood when she saw her father's face angry and curled her lips indifferently: "Isn't it just helping people stand up for the fight? What a big deal? Besides, I have seen Chen Zikun's ability. It's just that, I have a way to beat him."

Master Xia shook his hands in anger: "How many times have you said it, you just don't listen. Our kung fu cannot be exposed, otherwise there will be a catastrophe."

"Dad, I know that I won't cause trouble. Besides, our family doesn't even have overnight food. You are sick again. If you don't get some money, you will starve to death without waiting for your enemies to chase you." Xia Xiaoqing stared at her two round eyes and confronted her without hesitation.

Master Xia was still angry, but he had to admit that his daughter's words were justified. He didn't dare to show his skills, so he could only rely on playing tricks on the overpass to make a living by selling universal glue. Recently, he became sick again, so how could he let his daughter, a big girl, show up in public? Last time, his daughter went out to rob the rich and help the poor at night, but under his command, he secretly scattered the money to the poor people near Longxugou, and the family still couldn't bear it.

"Stop, you have promised others, and Dad can't make you embarrassed. Dad will put you in a position to support you."

Xia Xiaoqing was happy and ran out in a hurry. Master Xia shouted from behind: "What are you doing?"

"Go to buy rice, the rice jar is empty." In the blink of an eye, the voice was gone.

Xia Xiaoqing did not go to the rice shop, but ran to an alley near Taoranting and knocked on the door of a family. When the gatekeeper saw that she was coming, he smiled and said hello: "Sister Xia is here."

"Come on, is the teacher at home?" Xia Xiaoqing said, and went straight into the back house. When he entered the drooping flower gate, he saw an old man standing next to the goldfish tank in the middle of the courtyard leisurely sprinkling fish food.

"Teacher Du, I'm here. I'm going to compete with someone tomorrow. You have to teach me two great moves." Xia Xiaoqing said.

Du Xinwu smiled and said, "Who will compete with?"

"It's that Chen Zikun, teacher, have you always wanted to touch his background? Why don't you go with me and help me escape the formation?" Xia Xiaoqing looked happy and eager to try.
Chapter completed!