Chapter 26: Mabond’s “Third update, additional update for the leader ‘Black Sky Seven’”
When we arrived at Goose City, we had to wait for two days.
He waited and waited, but Master Qian never came back. Zhang Heng was so anxious that he almost called the police.
Although Qian Zhenren's cultivation level is good, the world is also very dangerous. If he encounters the Millennium Ghost King, the Gold and Silver Armored Corpse, the Drought Demon, and the Flying Zombie, Qian Zhenren will not be able to come back at eighty percentile level.
Fortunately Qian Shui persuaded him.
It was explained that Zhenren Qian might have been entertained after performing the ritual.
This situation happened in the past. In line with the bastard's mentality of not taking advantage of others, as long as the other party didn't drive him away, Qian Zhenren could stay in someone's home for several days.
Zhang Heng couldn't help but think of himself after hearing this.
When Qian Zhenren went to visit Xu Zhenren, he stayed for a few days before leaving. Before leaving, he had to take some things back with him.
At that time, Zhang Heng couldn't help but think, is there nothing going on at Zhenren Qian's family?
After a long time of commotion, people are here to eat at the big ones. This is just one hour for eating the enemy, and I think it is twenty for me.
Weird!
After all, he is a real person from Maoshan, a man of virtue, and Zhang Heng is speechless for being such a good person.
If the Patriarch hadn't passed away, he would have really wanted to go to Maoshan and ask, Patriarch, what did you teach as a disciple? It's us who will suffer if you don't teach well.
"Today is the third day. Master should be back, right?"
Zhang Heng is too lazy to wait. If he doesn't come back tonight, he would rather use the crane to teach calligraphy than get back Master Qian.
"Counting the days, I should be back."
Qian Shui responded to Zhang Heng's words, and after finishing speaking, he asked eagerly: "Junior brother, Rong Jizhai's breakfast is good, how about we go and try it?"
Zhang Heng looked back at him.
Compared to Qian Zhenren, who loves money as much as his life, his disciple Qian Shui is a foodie.
He is not interested in anything else except eating. Anyway, in the past few days, Zhang Heng has not seen him meditating and practicing. He occasionally reads books and various recipes. People who don't know him think he is learning to cook.
Zhang Heng asked him if he didn't practice every day?
He giggled and said he would practice again when the master came back.
Good guy, I spend three days fishing and two days drying the nets, but he spends six days screening the nets and one day fishing.
Cultivation is not for yourself, but for real people.
A scumbag who is tired of studying.
Rong Jizhai.
"One portion of roast goose, two portions of pork ribs rice in porcelain cups, and a pot of Pu'er, four specialty dishes."
After choosing a seat and sitting down, Zhang Heng pointed to the table next to him: "They are with us, so ask them what they eat."
Qian Shui sat next to Zhang Heng, looked at Dakui and others sitting at the table behind him, and whispered: "Junior brother, why do you always take a few people with you when you go out?"
Zhang Heng did not answer this, but asked: "Can you fight?"
"sure!"
Qian Shui patted his chest and promised: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and even two or three people are no match for me."
Zhang Heng asked again: "What if there are three or five?"
Qian Shui shook his head: "That won't work. Two fists can't beat four hands. My fire is not enough."
"What if the other person has a gun?"
"gun?"
Qian Shui shrank: "Don't talk about me, even Master doesn't dare to stand up to Zi Ni. We are not invulnerable zombies. That thing is no joke."
After saying that, Qian Shui added: "Of course, Master said that guns are not that big of a deal. Unless someone plots against you, if you give us a chance to do something like this, we will attract zombies and evil spirits. Even dozens of people are not enough for us to kill."
"I'm afraid I won't have a chance."
Zhang Heng picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "In this world, there are only those who calculate mentally but not intentionally. There are only those who do not calculate mentally but have intention. You and I have not yet learned the art, so naturally we have to understand the principle that a gentleman should not build a dangerous wall."
"Take these guards as an example. Whether they are bandits or criminal thieves, they can tell at a glance that I am not easy to mess with, so they naturally take a detour. Not only is it safe, but it can also save a lot of trouble."
"I am a person who is afraid of trouble. Why should I have one more thing to do if I can have one less thing to do?"
boom!!
Just as he was talking, there was noise from the rice noodle shop opposite.
Zhang Heng didn't pay attention at first, but after a while a gun was fired.
"Go and see what's going on?"
Zhang Heng gave instructions to Dakui.
Dakui strode away and came back not long after, whispering: "It is said that he is the son of the new county magistrate. He eats jelly without paying for it."
"Young Master, the county magistrate, won't you pay for eating jelly?"
Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.
After a while, he ordered: "Call the Master and go over and have a look."
When Zhang Heng and others arrived, there was a young man in the jelly shop shouting: "Some people say that the county magistrate came to Echeng to give us justice."
"We agreed."
"Now, the county magistrate's son eats two bowls of rice noodles, but he is only willing to pay for one bowl."
"Is it fair that a bowl of jelly can be denied?"
A young man argued: "Fart, I just ate a bowl of noodles, so why is it unfair?"
The young man reached forward and grabbed the jelly shop owner and asked, "Do you mean one bowl of jelly noodles, or two bowls?"
"Two bowls."
The shop owner trembled and said, "There are really two bowls, and he only paid for one bowl."
"Did everyone hear that?"
The young people raised their arms and shouted: "The county magistrate doesn't give us money for meals. Do you think the county magistrate can give us justice?"
"cannot!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
"Okay, okay, I can see that you guys are all bad people."
The young man pulled out a dagger and said, "It's a competition, right? Believe it or not, I'll open my stomach and let you see how many bowls of noodles there are?"
boom!!
As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots were heard again in everyone's ears.
Looking back, I saw a young man wearing a white robe and mandarin jacket, holding a box cannon in his hand.
What is strange is that this young man’s clothes are actually embroidered with Bagua patterns. Could he be a Taoist priest?
"Who are you? Do you know who I am?" Seeing someone disturbing the scene, the young man said loudly, "I am Hu Wan, the chief steward of the Huang Mansion. Are you tired of living?"
"Huang Mansion, what a great name!"
Zhang Heng threw the box of cannons to Dakui and said coldly: "I am Zhang Heng, the head of the Zhang family in Dagou Town. The Huang family is a worm family that resells cigarettes and makes it difficult for the country to make money. What's the matter? The market has gone up? We two are not convinced.
Practice at home.”
Upon hearing this.
Everyone was talking a lot.
"The Zhang family in Dagou Town, isn't that the local bully from Yangjiang County next door?"
"Yeah, why did they come to Goose City?"
"Hey, Mr. Huang is kicking the iron this time. I heard that the Zhang family in Dagou Town is doing great things now. They have hundreds of militiamen, Qingyishui German-made machine guns and small cannons.
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"Mr. Huang's place is not bad either. There are hundreds of servants in the Huang Mansion, and they are quite fierce."
"Go, go, go. The Zhang family's militia is based on the regular army. The Huang family has hundreds of servants. How can they compete with others?"
Listening to everyone's discussion, Hu Wan clasped his fists: "Mr. Zhang, my Huang family and your Zhang family have always been in harmony with each other, and the two sides are not far apart. It's not a big deal for a foreign county magistrate, right?
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Zhang Heng smiled coldly: "I don't care about others, and I can't bear to be bullied by others."
After saying that, he turned to look at the young man: "Boy, you have fallen into his trap. He has negotiated with the jelly seller and is just waiting for you to prove yourself."
He looked the young man up and down and said, "You useless thing, how did your father teach you? If you open your stomach and take out the jelly, can you still survive?"
"Good lesson!"
A heroic middle-aged man walked outside the door: "My lord, the magistrate of Echeng County, Ma Bangde, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. This time, it's all thanks to my brother."