Chen Baoxiang's heart suddenly became warm. Every time he went to Jianzi Lane, he thought of all the heroes Jia Liulou worshiped.
Cheng Yaojin was born as a rake seller. With three axes, he climbed up the tile hills and explored the underground caves. He became the devil in the world, protected the Tang Dynasty and passed down the world as the iron hat king... The hero started in the grass and eventually dominated the world.
"They can do it, and so can I."
He didn't say this out loud, but he always thought that way in his heart.
"Boss Chen, go back. Don't worry about the rest."
Gu Lanchun opened the small corner door, Chen Baoxiang walked out, and the door behind him closed gently.
Back at the rice shop, Liu Yue'e followed the children.
Chen Baoxiang gave Xiu'er the sour dip, and the child was as happy as celebrating the New Year, holding one in one hand.
There was nothing major going on in the shop. The only thing Liu Yue'e mentioned was that she invited two matchmakers to come over for tea and counted all the girls in and out of town who matched Chuan Wen.
"For the head of the house, there are three or four girls from the family who are very suitable. They are all engaged in business, so they are a good match for us. The girls read "Women's Proverbs" at home, learn embroidery, are well-educated, filial and well-behaved. If they can get in, they must be good at living."
Chen Baoxiang nodded and told Liu Yue'e to go to his house and have a look, and don't look away.
"We can't be careless when marrying a lady. It is said that the eldest son is the eldest son. In the future, when a daughter-in-law comes into the family, the eldest son will have grandchildren. The direct lineage will be passed down. There can be no mistakes."
Liu Yue'e smiled brightly: "That's right, it's very important for the Chen family to have children and grandchildren, so we don't dare to be careless. I told the matchmaker that if this matter is done, I will thank the matchmaker for two days and add two pieces of fine cheongsam material.
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Matchmakers go around the streets, keeping matchmakers and pulling fibers, all for money and things.
As long as these two things are in place, things will definitely get done.
Chuanwen saw an opportunity and reported to Chen Baoxiang alone: "Dad, in the past few days, the workers at Diwozi came to see Chuanwu twice and took him to night school, but I stopped him."
Chen Baoxiang hummed and nodded.
He had told Chuanwen before that if the two of them were outside, no matter which gang wanted to recruit them, they would report back first.
"Dad, it's a good thing to go to night school so that you can read and understand words and learn more about culture, but I heard from the boss that these people always join forces secretly to force the sales department to increase wages. The boss muttered, one day, I will find an opportunity.
Let the Japanese attack them. For this reason, I cannot let my brother go out."
"Okay, boss, you did the right thing. When we go out and travel around the world, what we seek is the word 'stability'. No matter what people say, we have to know how many bowls of dry rice we can eat."
Chen Baoxiang called Chuanwu over and asked him to explain.
"Dad, it's good to go to night school. There are co-workers who read newspapers and teach boxing. A while ago, there was a co-worker from Hebei who was an outer disciple of the Cangzhou Zhou Family's Iron Palm Tongaquan. He taught the co-workers the 'Three Styles of Personal Divine Fighting'
' and 'Empty Hands'."
Chen Baoxiang frowned, "fighting with one's body" and "fighting with bare hands" were secrets of the Zhou family.
It goes against common sense for this outer disciple to teach his special skills to the laborers so easily.
"Dad, my co-worker said, don't look at how long and sharp the enemy's 3-8 sword is when a bayonet is inserted into it. As long as you learn these two sets of boxing skills, one against one, the enemy will not be able to take advantage at all. There are so many laborers on the goods platform.
If you have a conflict with the Japanese, just jump up and kill them!"
"nonsense."
Chen Baoxiang scolded him in a low voice, saying that if such remarks were heard by Japanese spies, he would probably get into trouble.
Chuanwen quickly admonished: "Chuanwu, my father has said before that practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body, get less sick and work more, not to fight-"
"Fight? Brother, do you call this a fight? My co-worker said, the Japs have 38-inch caps and bayonets, what do we Jinan people have? We can't even carry scissors with our bare hands, and if we don't practice boxing properly, once we get into conflict with the Japs,
Just looking for death. Brother, this is not a fight, this is a life-and-death battle."
Chen Baoxiang has entered the goods counter and understands the environment there.
If the Japanese army surrounded the laborers, it would be like slaughtering sheep behind closed doors and waiting to die.
"Chuan Wu, you practice a few times and let me see. Don't be fooled by charlatans."
Chuanwu stepped back five steps, took a narrow horse stance, thought for a moment, and then practiced the three moves of "Old Lord offering elixirs, Tieguai Li beating the dog, Han Zhongli shaking the fan".
Chen Baoxiang casually picked up the grinding stick, used it as a 38 cap, and stabbed Chuanwu straight in the chest.
Chuanwu put his hands together, clasped the grinding stick, pushed it to one side, and then got close to the grinding stick. His body was spinning like a top, and with a move of "Han Zhongli Shaking Fan", he cut the side of Chen Baoxiang's neck with his right palm.
This is no longer just "empty-handed", but has become a ruthless and dangerous counter-killing technique.
As long as he moves quickly enough, the Japanese soldier will stab him once and there will be no chance for him to use his sword again.
The two armies are fighting, life and death.
Only by killing with one hit can one save a life from under the 38 cover.
"Not bad, not bad."
Chen Baoxiang dropped his grinding stick and praised him repeatedly.
"Dad, my co-workers also taught us how to make 'door nails' and use the 'empty-handed sword' method to make us, even beginners, can kill the Japanese."
Chuanwu went on to explain that the so-called "mourning door nails" are not the short awls made of fine iron in the past, but a piece of iron picked up casually, with one end wrapped with a strip of cloth and the other end polished, or simply an awl used to hold shoe soles at home.
, the key is "one inch short, one inch dangerous".
Chen Baoxiang lamented that these crude methods seemed like child's play, but at the critical moment, if you faced the enemy against the Japanese, even if you succeeded in three out of ten, it would be a great victory.
"Dad, what do you think? Is Tongjiquan authentic or not?"
Chen Baoxiang gave it a thumbs up: "It's very authentic, practice hard."
"Dad, my co-worker said that we will be taught how to shoot guns in night school in the future. No matter what kind of gun you are, you need to go through training to be able to shoot through an enemy with a hundred steps. One day of practice will make you a good person. If you don't practice, you will be empty."
Chen Baoxiang was originally worried about Chuanwu going out to cause trouble, but now he thinks that the skills taught to him in the night school are the most useful ones.
It can be said that with Chuan Wu's intelligence and energy, as long as he has the opportunity to practice, he will definitely learn better and better.
"Okay, you can go to night school, but remember what I say, you can't join a gang, you can't fight with others at will, you can't stay silent until you go out, you can't gather people to fight, you can't show off your power..."
Chuanwu smiled and nodded: "I know, Dad, my co-workers also said that practicing martial arts is not for yourself, but to defend China."
Chen Baoxiang realized that there must be someone in charge of the night school.
The through-arm boxing that I just demonstrated is an absolutely authentic secret technique of the Zhou family in Cangzhou, Hebei Province.
As for the "mourning door nail", it is also one of the Zhou family's secret skills.
At present, the Zhou family is all teaching for free, just to let all the workers learn to fight the Japanese.
Chen Baoxiang asked his two children to rest and sat alone in the store, reflecting on what he had done these days.
In Mingxinchi, he withstood the pressure from Master Feng and exchanged a gold bar for the most important clue.
With the clues, the dead game of Wanhua Tower comes alive.
He single-handedly stirred up the situation on the cargo platform, helped Wanhua Building, and continued to implement the bombing plan.
In the raging battle in Jinan, he took on an increasingly sharp role.
The only fly in the ointment was that when he went to the goods counter, he didn't find the opportunity to kill the Japanese with his own hands.
"Boss Chen, Boss Chen..."
Someone shouted as he pushed the door open, and it turned out to be Bing Gong, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
"Boss Chen, I'm here to bother you again. I have a friend from Peiping who likes to eat Jinan's meat. Pick ten pieces of meat for me and take them away."
Chen Baoxiang knew that it was impossible for Bi Gong to make a special trip to the rice shop just for ten pieces of meat.
He quickly started to wrap up ten pieces of meat and put them in a bamboo basket.
"Boss Chen, let me ask you something by the way. Do you often go to Yuqian Cheongsam Store to deliver food? Are you familiar with the boss? My friend wants to make a cheongsam, and it would be better to have an acquaintance accompany him, right?
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Chen Baoxiang responded calmly and unhurriedly: "I'm going to deliver food. I only deal with the waiters, so I'm afraid I won't be able to help."
"Oh, boss Chen, stop being humble. This matter is settled. You go with my friend and ask the cheongsam shop to give you a discount. They will definitely not refuse because of your face."
Chen Baoxiang couldn't refuse this kind of business that came to his door.
He speculated that Bi Gong had already set his sights on the cheongsam shop, but couldn't find a chance to attack, so he sent someone in first to find out the information.
This is not good news. If Lian Chengbi and Gu Lanchun had been inside and were surrounded by Bigong, they would be in trouble.
"Okay, since Uncle Bi ordered it, I will go all out to do it."
Chen Baoxiang had an ominous premonition, but he did not dare to reveal it in front of Bi Gong.
Bi Gong stood in front of Chen Baoxiang, with a smile on his face and his eyes like knives, as if he wanted to dig out real clues from Chen Baoxiang's eyes.
"Boss Chen, when I was studying when I was young, I read a sentence that said, "If you don't eat a toast, you will have to drink as a penalty." It became more and more interesting. Some people, the more they worship, the worse their tempers become. So, at certain moments, the only choice is to strike hard.
, only then can we put things in order and usher in peace. What do you think?"
Chen Baoxiang tried his best to suppress the anger in his chest. If he had a knife in his hand at this moment, he would stab him directly and wait until the result was resolved.
He doesn't want to be coerced or threatened face to face.
It's because he wants to be an upright human being instead of just wagging his head like a dog.
"Uncle Bi, I understand everything and remember it all."
Bi Gong laughed loudly and slapped Chen Baoxiang twice on the shoulder: "Smart man, smart man!"
He walked out of the door carrying the meat and walked away without paying any money.
Chen Baoxiang walked to the door and looked at Bi Gong's back in the distance.
As a last resort, kill to stop killing.
He is not afraid of Bi Gong, what he is really worried about is Bi Jing.
Liu Yue'e came out of the backyard, her hair neatly combed, and she changed into New Year's clothes.
"Master, I'm going to go to Aunt Liu's place on Yanchasi Street. We made an appointment yesterday and she took me to see that girl."
Chen Baoxiang was absent-minded and nodded in response.
Only half an hour later, a rickshaw arrived at the door of the rice shop. Sitting on it was a slender-waisted beauty wearing a Western wide-brimmed hat with a green veil hanging from the brim.
Behind the rickshaw was a chubby little maid, who came in panting and informed Chen Baoxiang: "Our lady is going to the cheongsam shop, lead the way, and leave now!".