"I'm an immortal, you tell me this is porridge? You can't even see a few grains of rice, you want to starve me to death!" Wang Laizi's furious voice came.
"If you starve me to death, you can remarry. It must be hard to serve me all day long!"
"Ms. sir, that's not the case..." Mrs. Wang Sun defended herself in a low voice.
Snapped!
A crisp slap.
Pong!
Then there was the sound of a porcelain bowl being broken, a woman crying, and a man scolding.
Liu Mang and Liu's mother listened carefully, and their eating speed slowed down.
"Wang Sun is really pitiful. As the saying goes, if a girl is afraid of marrying the wrong man, she will probably never live in peace in her life." Mother Liu said in a low voice with sympathy in her eyes.
"It's better to escape than stay here." Liu Mang made a rare comment.
"Escape, where can you go? She is a weak woman, and there is chaos outside. If she really escapes, she will definitely end up worse than she is now." Liu's mother shook her head, but she disagreed with Liu Mang's views.
Liu Mang thought about it and realized that it was true. In this world, there is no place for weak women to survive. Sometimes he likes to use a modern perspective when looking at problems, but he simplifies the problem.
Wang Sun's cry came from next door.
"My money was robbed last time. I have been doing needlework these days, and I was able to save two hundred yuan."
"Now the price of rice is getting higher and higher day by day. It has already reached 60 cents per pound, and it is not necessarily available."
"The Hu family who does needlework told us yesterday that they won't be here next month. The market has been very bad recently and we can't sell it at all."
"If we don't save some food, the food at home won't last for a few days..."
She cried and complained, feeling all kinds of grievances in her heart. After hearing this, Wang Laizi didn't lose his temper again, and the atmosphere next door suddenly fell silent.
Mother Liu looked at Liu Mang across the wooden table and hesitated: "Tieniu, do you think we should support two or three kilograms of rice? After all, we are all neighbors."
Liu Mang said: "Ten kilograms, you can give it to Wang Sun tomorrow."
After saying that, he began to clear away the dishes on the dining table and put them into a wooden basin. Then he scooped a lot of water from the water tank and began to wash the dishes.
Ten kilograms of rice, according to the current market price, is equivalent to six hundred cash, which is definitely not a small amount.
However, Liu Mang had hundreds of kilograms stored in his home, so he was not short of these ten kilograms.
The most important thing is that when he first crossed over, his physical condition was very poor and it was difficult to move while lying on the bed. In addition, Liu's mother was also in poor health, so it was a really difficult time.
In addition to Uncle Wang giving them food, Mrs. Wang Sun also helped them bring oil, salt and other daily necessities several times, and even helped Liu's mother wash clothes by the river several times.
It's not easy for him to take care of housework, but providing food once in a while is definitely a breeze.
After washing the dishes, Liu Mang found a straight piece of firewood next to the stove, about the thickness of an arm and three feet long.
He whittled the firewood with an ax and turned it into a stick without edges, and then carried the stick out of the door.
"Mom, I'm going to play in the open space by the river."
"Remember to come back early."
"I know."
Liu Mang walked west along the dirt road in front of his house. After walking for about a hundred breaths, he walked south again. He passed by many villagers' mud houses and saw that there were fewer and fewer houses nearby. After a while, he came to the river.
side.
The river is sparkling under the moonlight, and the wind blowing by the river makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Across the river is Shenjia Village, but there is still some distance to the only stone bridge that can be crossed.
Liu Mang found a relatively spacious place. Seeing that there was no one around, he picked up a wooden stick and began to practice the Tianying sword technique he just learned today.
Hoo ho ho!
In the silent space, the sound of waving wooden sticks was quite obvious.
Liu Mang was chopping, teasing or stabbing, his feet constantly moving back and forth, left and right, and the way each part of his body exerted force was completely in accordance with Mr. Yin's teachings. The dance was full of energy, as if the wooden stick in his hand had become
Got a peerless sword.
Under the night, by the river, Liu Mang felt like he was transforming into a fierce general galloping on the battlefield, struggling to kill one enemy after another!
When his body felt a little tired, Liu Mang stopped and was sweating profusely.
He observed that the moon had changed its position in the sky, and it seemed that a lot of time had passed.
Liu Mang looked at the attribute panel and saw that the Sky Eagle Sword Technique was still (1/10 for beginners) and there were no changes at all.
"It's only been one night, there's no way we can make any progress."
Even though he was thinking like this, Liu Mang was still a little disappointed.
When he returned home, he wiped his body with a towel and heated water, then went to bed early and fell into a deep sleep. Tomorrow he would go to Yin's home to learn martial arts, so he had to keep his spirits up.
at the same time.
At the end of the river where Liu Mang had just practiced martial arts, there was a large house surrounded by red bricks, and there was a lot of people inside.
The three characters Qinghetang are engraved on the plaque of the house, which is the stronghold of Qinghetang, one of the three churches of Sanhehui.
In the huge courtyard, there were many large round tables, and a group of men wearing black coats of the same style were having fun.
There are people pushing Pai Gow, playing dice, and people doing fist fights and drinking. It’s really lively.
Two men, one tall and one short, had just walked in from outside. They ignored the invitation from their companions and looked around, as if looking for someone.
They were none other than the members of the Sanhe Society who had been monitoring Liu Mang before.
"Where is the hall master?" The tall young man couldn't help but ask as he didn't find the target.
"The northern vegetable market originally controlled by the Little Knife Club has been vacated. The hall master took many people out in the afternoon to take over that place. Xiangzi, Yunfei, do you have anything to do with the hall master?"
The middle-aged man Yun Fei said: "The hall master asked us to keep an eye on the old guy in Shenjia Village before, and now we have gained something."
"You go and talk to Mr. Zhou, he has the final say in the hall now."
Xiangzi and Yunfei walked through the lobby and came to the backyard.
A shirtless man with a majestic square face stood in the center of the courtyard. He was slowly holding a stone pier half a man's height close to his chest. He stood up, squatted down, squatted down and stood up, repeating these actions.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The square-faced man is six feet tall, not much worse than Liu Mang, and has round shoulders and a thicker body. His body is even stronger, and his muscles are as bulging as rocks.
Very oppressive.
There are many wooden piles, stone piers, bamboo poles and other objects around it, which are obviously prepared for practicing martial arts.
Seeing the square-faced man practicing martial arts, Xiangzi and Yunfei stood aside obediently, not daring to breathe.
After a while.
After the square-faced man finished practicing, a maid behind him came up with a towel and carefully wiped his sweat.
"call……"
The man let out a long breath, and then he seemed to have discovered Xiangzi. Yunfei and the others frowned and asked, "Why did you two come to me?"
The middle-aged man Yun Fei cupped his fists and said, "I'm telling you, Mr. Zhou, the hall master asked us to keep an eye on the old guy with martial arts skills in Shenjia Village. Now we have gained something."
"Oh? Tell me what you gained?" The man named Zhou Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, obviously he was very interested in this news.
Mr. Yin's one-man power greatly damaged Xiao Dao Hui's vitality, killed all the masters, and his power continued to shrink. The other gangs who knew about this were very interested in him.
"I just discovered that the old guy may have taken Liu Mang from Liujia Village as his disciple. If we start with him, we may not be able to get any information about martial arts secrets..."
"Very good, you continue to keep an eye on him. I will immediately gather the troops to arrest Liu Mang!" Mr. Zhou waved his hand and said domineeringly.
After saying that, he started to walk out of the courtyard, obviously planning to gather people.
"Master Zhou, wait a minute!" Yun Fei, a middle-aged man, hurriedly tried to dissuade him. "If Liu Mang is really accepted as his apprentice by the old guy, then we shouldn't make too big a move. People are more valuable than others."
"This matter needs to be done secretly. Thunder strikes to capture him, so that even if something goes wrong with him, the old guy won't think it was us."
After hearing Yunfei's words, Mr. Zhou couldn't help but stop.
"You've thought it through. That's fine. Then don't call anyone else. I'll just walk with you."