Chapter 37 The factory is regular, but your dad and I are not.
Huang An understood this and gave up the method of buying exotic animal meat to eat and assist in his cultivation.
It’s not that he doesn’t have enough money, it’s not that his senior sister doesn’t accompany him to buy exotic animal meat, and it’s not that it will waste energy and waste exotic animal meat, but it’s because he has other concerns.
Although Huang An's financial resources are large, they are barely acceptable.
After all, Huang An was a seriously ill person who was about to die. After selling off his family property, he suddenly became wealthy and spent seventy or eighty taels of silver every month, which could still convince the three people in the Zhao Family Martial Arts School.
However, once Huang An incorporates the meat of exotic beasts into his daily practice, the expenditure will not be a mere seventy or eighty taels of silver.
A new disciple who has just entered the martial arts spends more than a hundred taels of silver every month. Huang An is not crazy. He knows what this kind of expense means in Feng'an City.
Huang An was very suspicious, and he did not dare to risk his life on the conscience of his master, father and daughter.
After all, they have known each other for less than a month.
Huang An's limit is eighty taels of silver per month.
Even considering his own safety, Huang An planned to copy the prescription for Wu Zang Tang and then go to the city drugstore to buy the medicine and cook it himself instead of paying money to the martial arts gym.
When it comes to eating, Huang An will also gradually reduce the number of meals in the martial arts gym to pretend that he is gradually running out of money.
At the same time, we have to be on guard against the people in the City Lord’s Mansion.
Huang An grew up in a modern society with extremely advanced information technology. He has seen a lot and knows that there are many dirty things among officials in the government.
He needs to minimize the number of visits to the City Lord's Mansion and the possibility of appearing in front of people in the City Lord's Mansion.
As for other treasures to assist in practice, Huang An has no idea for the time being, and his master has not said anything. He can only take one step at a time.
The practice of body training gradually got on the right track, and Huang An had the idea of returning to his hometown.
He must go back.
First, there has been no news for nine consecutive days. Huang An needs to report to his adoptive parents that they are safe and deal with matters at his own waste treatment plant.
Otherwise, if his parents call the police, he will no longer be able to practice martial arts safely for a long time.
Second, this month's task has not been completed. The being behind the Wanjie Garbage Dump stipulated that he must remove sixty tons of garbage this month.
At the beginning of the first month of the month, when Huang An was practicing the breathing method of the five internal organs, he successively cleaned up less than 20 tons of garbage. Now he is still short of 40 tons, which needs to be made up within ten days at the end of this month.
Third, Huang An needs to confirm whether the "Thirty-Six Beast Body Training Techniques" he stole from under the wood of the ruins of the Yang Family Martial Arts School coincide with the six methods he now memorizes.
In addition to these three main tasks, Huang An also has his own things to do in Feng'an City.
He needs to inquire about the situation of various pharmacies in the city, so as to make early preparations for purchasing and brewing the five internal organs soup.
Because he needs to control his image in the eyes of everyone in the Zhao Family Martial Arts School, he cannot expose more money.
Huang An's plan is detailed and meticulous, waiting for the situation in the city to stabilize.
Now, the opportunity has come.
Feng'an City was peaceful for three days, and there was no major incident of thieves or murders. Huang An immediately said goodbye to his master and two senior sisters, and secretly left the Zhao Family Martial Arts School with a sample of medicinal materials for each formula of Wu Zang Tang.
In the past few days, Huang An didn't just practice martial arts.
He has a very good relationship with Xiao Wu, who cooks medicine. Huang An learned the steps of cooking five internal organs soup, and he can cook the five internal organs soup by himself.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Huang An set off from the martial arts gym. When he returned to the east of the city, across the alley, he caught a glimpse of the white paper figures erected on the wall of the Yang Family Martial Arts Gym next door.
In the gullies on both sides of the street, there are still yellow, white and gray paper money left.
Sneering in his heart, Huang An kept walking and soon returned to his yard.
I heard from a small money fan that thieves visited the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall again five days ago, robbed a batch of money, and killed five or six people.
Huang An was naturally happy.
He is very vengeful. The humiliation of the kick and the hatred of snatching the copper coins are engraved in Huang An's heart and he does not want to forget them.
It seemed that he knew that Huang An was poor. There were only some cat and mouse footprints on the ashes of the plants in the courtyard, and no one came in to look for things.
After Huang An sat in the yard for five minutes, he took some food and went into the house.
Huang An made a fire, poured water, washed rice and washed vegetables. Huang An was busy for a while, and the smoke was rising in the courtyard, no different from other houses around him.
Huang An drank a large bowl of vegetable porridge, put on a disguise, and then fled back to the house, then entered the Wanjie Garbage Dump.
In the Wanjie Garbage Dump, on the square.
Picking up the stolen thin book again, Huang An was filled with emotion. He didn't expect that he would only have a chance to read the martial arts secrets he stole that day.
What surprised Huang An was that the "Thirty-six Beast Body Training Technique" in the Yang Family Martial Arts School was completely different from that in the Zhao Family Martial Arts School.
There are three types: mantis, horse, and fox.
Huang An put the book away and wouldn't use it for the time being. It's a pity that he can't even practice one of the turtle-shaped body-building techniques now, so how can he practice these three.
He may never even need it.
After reading the stolen martial arts secrets, Huang An directly returned to his home in the waste treatment plant.
He turned on his phone and pressed it. It was out of battery. Huang An immediately charged it.
Then while I was cleaning the house, my phone turned on.
Soon, more than a dozen calls were missed, and WeChat text messages popped up.
Huang An was depressed. The changes in the Yang Family Martial Arts School and the presence of strong thieves in the city disrupted his rhythm.
Clicking on the message to view it, I found that the earliest call was from last night.
Not bad, not bad.
There’s still time.
Huang An was slightly relieved.
If the call had been made earlier, my parents would have already called the police.
You still have to think about how to hide it.
Although his adoptive parents were very kind to him, just like his own son, Huang An decided not to let his adoptive parents come into contact with martial arts for the time being.
Because only a master in the copper-skin realm can open the door to martial arts for others, Huang An is not sure whether he can practice to the copper-skin realm.
Coupled with various reasons such as not being able to expose his money and his parents being older than his master, Huang An could only keep it a secret for the time being.
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If there is a chance, he will definitely let the two elders embark on the path of martial arts.
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"What? The fire department will come to inspect tomorrow?"
Huang An sat with his legs crossed on the Taishi chair outside the house, holding a mobile phone in one hand, talking to his father, and busy playing with fruits with the other hand.
"Come here? Our place is quite formal. I'll show people around and check again later."
Huang An stuffed a banana into his mouth and became a little more serious.
The father on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then he suddenly asked in a low voice:
"Xiao An, is there anyone next to you?"
Huang An heard the caution in his father's tone. He raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and looked around, and said seriously:
"No one, just me."
The father on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment and blushed a little. He hesitated and said:
"The factory is regular, but your dad and I are not!"
Hiss!
Huang An instantly sat up in shock, his eyes widened, and many incredible and unsuitable scenes appeared in his mind.
Huang Jianguo didn't know what was going on in Huang An's head, so he whispered:
"I heard from my friend that this inspection is very strict. You go to my and your mother's house, remove the wooden board under the bedside, hide the box in the empty space, hide it, and bury it anywhere. It can't be done anyway.
Checked."
Huang An's expression suddenly changed and he stood up directly.
"Dad, what on earth is it?"
"You will know after you go and see for yourself. You must hide it tightly. If there is no place to hide it, you can just throw the thing inside into the river outside after dark. It must not be found."
"Also, you must not let your mother know! You are not allowed to keep it yourself!"
Huang An's heart skipped a beat and he quickly agreed.
He felt very heavy, or in other words, very nervous. Considering the relationship between his parents, his father had to hide it from his mother, so what exactly was he hiding?
Huang An suddenly had a tragic scene in his mind, in which his mother and father were crying through the bars, with tears streaming down their faces.
Shaking his head to get rid of the ominous premonition, Huang An didn't care about eating fruit anymore and ran straight to his parents' house.
Huang An's family of three lives in a three-story self-built building. Huang An lives on the first floor and his parents live on the second floor.
Following his father's instructions, Huang An quickly found the wooden box.
The box is not big, but not small either. It is about the same as a normal bedside table.
But it's very heavy. If Huang An hadn't recovered a lot now, he would definitely not be able to lift the box.
Huang An slowly opened the button with trembling hands, and when he opened it, he was dumbfounded, and then he let out a long sigh of relief.
A pile of standard gold bricks for collection, as well as a shiny, well-maintained pistol, and orange-yellow bullets.
That’s it?
Huang An instantly breathed a sigh of relief, and his back was even more wet. What he was most afraid of was finding that white powder or blue pills.
Pistol?
Just kidding, compared to Huang An's own secrets, his father's gun is just a toy gun.
Huang An picked up the pistol, and the coldness in his hand made him feel excited.
There was an unconcealable smile in his eyes.
Good guy, when I came back this time, my original intention was to use the tools in the factory to make a gun for self-defense. I didn’t expect that when I fell asleep, there would be a ready-made pillow, which would be more powerful and easier to hide. p>
God helps me!
This is my biological father!
Huang An was overjoyed. He pulled the gold bricks and quickly found all the packed bullets. He could hold them with both hands and there were a lot of bullets.
He didn't recognize the gun, but its style and appearance suggested it was an old gun with scratches on it.
It would be a long night and many dreams, so Huang An transferred all the bullets and guns to the Wanjie Junkyard Square.
He planned to look up the name of the pistol and the techniques for using it later while eating.
Feng'an City is too dangerous, and the warriors are unruly and dare to bully the weak in the city.
There is also a strong thief who kills people to steal silver, and he has too many secrets. Huang An's life is really not guaranteed.
This gun is no less than a timely help for Huang An.
"This should be dad's personal money saved. It's a lot of gold!"
Huang An felt excited as he picked up the small gold bricks weighing two kilograms each.
"How about I stop being greedy? My dad's is mine anyway!"
After thinking for two seconds, Huang An still shook his head. He checked it one last time and saw that nothing was missing, so he stuffed the box into its place.
After checking the house, Huang An went out and told his father on the way that he threw the gun into the river.
Wang Jianguo sighed, told Huang An to have a good meal, and hung up the phone.