Martial arts schools are a special type of force in the world.
In the outer city of Pingcheng, the martial arts school is a good place for many ordinary people to work.
It's not because of how good the treatment is, but because having the status of working in a martial arts school will save you a lot of trouble and give yourself an extra layer of protection.
This is Cao Su's third day working at Wangshi Martial Arts School.
He is a "supernumerary" training record-keeper.
Although it is a "non-staff" job, it is also very difficult to obtain. Just the first item of "knowing how to read and write" has already killed more than 90% of the people in the outer city.
Cao Su inherited his original memory, and coupled with his hard study during this period, he has basically mastered this rare skill.
He was young and had a simple identity, so he immediately stood out in the martial arts recruitment process.
The main work is to record the martial arts assessment, daily expenses, etc. of the martial arts disciples.
In the courtyard, strong men studying martial arts shouted in harmony.
They are all methods based on boxing training, supplemented by equipment such as stone locks.
Under the shade of a tree, a square table was set up, and Wei Kai, the cold-faced butler of the martial arts school, sat there.
In front of him were the outer disciples waiting for the assessment, and beside him was Cao Su, the young man in charge of recording.
Wei Kai is a middle-aged man with a goatee. It is said that he is the sworn brother of the martial arts master "Iron King Fist".
Over the years, he has been responsible for the internal and external affairs of the martial arts gym, and the management and development of the martial arts gym.
Cao Su carefully observed the disciple in front of him who came for the assessment.
This disciple was seventeen or eighteen years old, and his upper body was bare, exposing his tendons.
It's early winter, so my physical fitness is average.
"Disciple Hu Ze, pay your respects to Master Wei!"
The elders in the martial arts hall are all called "masters", and Wei Kai is a member of the generation of the master of the hall.
Wei Kai nodded and said nothing.
Hu Ze took two steps back.
Hold your fists to raise your breath, and do a half-squat from horse stance.
He stretched out his arms and raised his iron fist in a fierce stance.
"ha!"
He exhaled as loudly as he could, and then followed the path to complete a set of iron fists, the most widely circulated technique in martial arts schools.
After a set of punches, his whole body was filled with heat.
"oh?"
"Yes, the power level is promising."
Wei Kai's eyes lit up, and after reading it, he forced out a smile.
Hu Ze was also very satisfied with his performance and said modestly: "Master Wei is overly praised. This disciple still has a long way to go before reaching the realm of power."
"Back off."
Wei Kai didn't say much and nodded.
Then he said to Cao Su: "Hu Ze has achieved a little success in Iron Fist, and he can receive two bottles of Qi and Blood Pills this month."
Cao Su immediately picked up his pen and wrote it down in his notebook.
【Hu Ze
Tekken Xiaocheng
Two bottles of Qi and Blood Pills]
"It turned out to be a success, Junior Brother Hu Ze is really talented!"
"With two bottles of Qi and Blood Pills, Master Wei will focus on training Junior Brother Hu Ze!"
Seeing Hu Ze's outstanding performance, many disciples couldn't help but have different thoughts and whispered a few words.
Cao Su discovered that the disciples in the martial arts hall were obviously divided into several circles.
Genius disciples like Hu Ze would hang out with a few rich kids who seemed to have good family backgrounds; while commoner disciples would be in another circle.
While he was watching, he brought up his "panel" and took a look.
Still an empty two-line introduction.
I was very happy to check it out yesterday. Doesn’t this thing even come with an instruction manual?
He studied it carefully and found nothing.
This is just an ordinary virtual panel.
Apart from recording his identity information, there is nothing left.
Can there be a little movement?
Cao Su stared at the panel so hard that he looked dumbfounded.
"Cao Su?"
"Cao Su!"
A scolding sound sounded.
Cao Su was suddenly startled. When he came back to his senses, he saw Wei Kai's stern eyes and his heart skipped a beat.
"Record carefully and don't get distracted."
Wei Kai's tone was unhappy.
"yes."
Cao Su quickly clasped his fists in response.
"Although you are not a martial arts disciple, my Wang Family Martial Arts School always has clear rewards and punishments, and you work seriously. In the future, it will be a small matter to teach you the iron fist."
Wei Kai said a few words and then stopped talking.
A happy look appeared on Cao Su's face.
Wang's martial arts gym is famous for its iron fist.
The method of Iron Fist is simple, but the method of exerting force and movement is not easily spread.
Cao Su could barely remember the number of Iron Fist moves, but he didn't understand their essence.
Not to mention becoming an outer disciple of a martial arts school, you must at least become a registered disciple to have the opportunity to be taught by a boxer.
To become a registered disciple, if you are an outsider, you must spend ten taels of silver to become a disciple.
Non-staff members of the martial arts school like Cao Su can reduce their expenses as appropriate.
Even if you meet certain conditions, you can directly learn skills from a teacher.
It is also a rare benefit for non-staff members of martial arts schools.
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In the evening, the martial arts hall closes.
Cao Su, wearing the washed white linen clothes, walked quickly through the alley.
When passing through Zhulin Alley, there were a few more officers patrolling the area.
The crying seemed a little quieter, but when it came through the quaint and quiet streets, it seemed more sad.
The living mourn the dead, and the dead look at the living.
He looked around alertly.
He always felt that there were unscrupulous people who wanted to harm him.
This feeling of sharpness in my back did not completely disappear until I returned home.
Close the door.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Asu, are you back?"
Cao Xing sat on the bed and looked at him.
"Um."
It's still the same conversation as yesterday.
Not long after.
The fire at the stove started crackling, and the room became a little warmer.
Cao Xing was lying on the bed, staring at Cao Su without saying a word.
They both have their own concerns.
When the parents return, there will be enough food for a family of three.
Very simple dry rice with whole grains, no meat and no vegetables, half hungry and half full.
After cleaning up, the four of them sat at the table in a daze.
Mother Cao talked about some trivial things she saw and heard today.
Cao Su listened carefully and could get a glimpse of the origin of society from some small things.
While they were chatting, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Um?
In the middle of the night...
Cao Su felt a little scared.
Scalp numbness.
Cao's mother took him away and together they found a place to hide.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Cao Xing struggled and lay on the bed again.
Father Cao waited for the others to hide, and just walked to the door and shouted alertly.
"who?"
"It's me, Wang Lin!"
"Brother Wang!"
It turned out to be an acquaintance from next door. Several people breathed a sigh of relief and Cao's father opened the door.
Taking advantage of the moonlight, Cao Su took a look from a distance.
Uncle Wang next door is tall and strong, with a full beard. His face cannot be seen clearly, and his head is wrapped in a white scarf.
He first chatted a few words about family matters, then his voice lowered, and he asked Cao's father to mutter a few words.
Not long after, Wang Lin said goodbye and left.
The door was closed again.
Only then did Cao's mother come out and saw Cao's father's face looking uncertain.
"What's wrong?"
"Not a good thing."
Father Cao shook his head and checked the door and windows again.
Several people sat together and kept warm under the weak firelight.
"Wang Lin seems to be living a good life."
Cao Su thought in his mind that most of the people who are so tall these days are those who have practiced martial arts.
"Dad, what happened?"
Cao Xing asked worriedly.
Father Cao sighed and shook his head.
Half worried and half hopeful, with some doubts in his eyes.
"It's said that there is a certain religion. As long as you join it, you can make a living."
"Is there such a good thing?"
When Cao's mother heard that there was food, her eyes lit up.
In this world, having enough to eat is the most important thing.
"What do you teach?"
Cao Su was suddenly startled and instinctively felt that something was wrong.
There will be no pie in the sky, and a happy life must be achieved through one's own hard work.
The "good thing" of being able to get benefits as soon as you step in, sounds like an exotic version of a pyramid scheme.
For a moment, many historical allusions such as "Ning Youzhonghu", "Great Master", "White Lotus Comes to the World" quickly emerged in his mind, and he smelled a hint of danger.
Father Cao thought hard for a few breaths and said angrily:
"What are you teaching me? Children, please stop fooling around!"
Three question marks appeared on Cao Su's head.
He seriously suspected that his father had forgotten his name. How long had it been?
All in all, the whole family was very happy and seemed to have heard some good news.
Father Cao's only concern is that joining such a similar "gang organization" seems to be too risky.
An ordinary, responsible little city citizen, caution is engraved in his bones.
"Isn't this some kind of rebel organization?"
Cao Su couldn't help but remind him that throughout the history he was familiar with, early uprisings usually ended in failure. The road to success was very tortuous. Their family of four had already lived a miserable life, so there was no need to waste time anymore, right?
The air suddenly became quiet.
Cao Su usually doesn't speak, but when he spoke today, his family members felt a little broken.
"This kid!"
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Wash up and go to bed early!"
The three people spoke in unison and criticized Cao Su.
"Rebels are punishable by beheading. Do you know that beheading is required?"
Father Cao patted the table with a straight face, barely showing the majesty of the head of the family.
"Brother Wang will not harm us. He has always treated us well and is a good neighbor."
Cao's mother also proved Cao Su's "nonsense" from the side.
Um?
What's the meaning?
Can the words of Lao Wang next door be taken seriously?
Cao Su felt that it was difficult to communicate with them under the current situation. They seemed to have been blinded by pyramid schemes, and they no longer cared about anything after hearing that they could "have food to eat".
I don’t blame Cao’s father and Cao’s mother. After all, the world is too hard and a family of four doesn’t have enough to eat all year round.
In the past few days, there have been floods in the outer city, human deaths, and famine. There may be a shortage of food at some point.
"Cao Su is right. Although Uncle Wang is a good person, he may have been deceived."
Cao Xing was considered a reluctant neutral, and now he stepped forward to give Cao Su a little support.
Hearing what the eldest son said, Father Cao and Mother Cao hesitated.
"I will inquire carefully tomorrow. I didn't directly agree to Wang Lin just now, but if such a good thing can really happen, I will definitely give it a try."
Father Cao shook his head, I hope this is a good thing.
A few people chatted some more, then blew out the lamps and slept in their clothes.
Cao Su fell asleep in a daze.
While turning over, I seemed to hear someone flying past on the roof.
It’s no wonder that this is not only a difficult world.
It is a society where the fist is king and force is supreme.