One hundred and forty sons and daughters love a bowl of wine
For Yuezu to expel the disciples in the martial arts school without consulting the master, it is a huge violation of the rules for any family. If he is not the master of a sect, even if Qi Fei is the senior brother of all the disciples in the martial arts school, his status is not qualified.
The disciples in the martial arts hall were very happy when they saw those people who had been expelled from the master's school running away, but they thought of the consequences of this incident and did not take their master Zhou Gan seriously at all. There were hundreds of disciples in the martial arts hall.
Now, how can I hide it if I get one out of ten?
Senior Brother Wei's face was livid, he snorted through his nose, turned around and walked away.
Qi Fei returned the sword to the person who had borrowed it from him before. He bent down to pick up the thrown half-knives on the ground, and then stuffed them back into their scabbards with his own hands.
He picked up the clanking sword, whispered to the disciples around him to give way, and then left the martial arts hall.
It didn't take long for Qi Fei's actions to reach Zhou Gandang's ears. At that time, the martial arts master who was practicing boxing in the backyard with Wei Changpan didn't have much reaction when he heard that there were only a dozen less people under his sect.
He just waved his hand to ask the disciples who came to inform him to leave.
"That's it for today." Zhou Gandang forced Wei Changpan back a few steps with one punch, "Uncle Shi has not learned as much as your master in boxing skills, and what he can teach you now is even more limited."
"Uncle is laughing at me. My three-legged cat boxing technique is not a means of saving my life." Wei Changpan changed the subject and added, "My nephew feels that the elder brother did this, even though he has never discussed it with his uncle.
, but in the final analysis, we are still thinking about the martial arts gym and eliminating these hidden dangers of the martial arts gym in the future..."
"Are you afraid that your uncle will punish him?" Zhou Gandang interrupted Wei Changpan, and then smiled, "Afraid that he won't be allowed to stay in the martial arts gym anymore?"
"We are facing a formidable enemy. If my uncle wants to cut off his arm, my nephew will have nothing to do." Wei Changpan shrugged, looking helpless.
Zhou Gandang stretched his neck, wiped his sweaty bare upper body with a handkerchief, put on a cloth gown, and then put on white coarse cloth clothes outside. He told Wei Changpan, who was still thinking about how to punch in the previous test, about the martial arts
The concierge of the martial arts hall left a door for him at night.
"How about I go with you, uncle?" Wei Changpan said, putting on his shirt and following in two steps.
"Uncle Master is looking for a woman, so you should follow." Zhou Gan pretended to be smiling but not smiling.
Wei Changpan was not as ignorant as he was at that time. He had stayed in Rouge Lane and other places where fireworks were everywhere for several months. He also knew a little about the affairs between men and women, so he no longer pressed him. He just joked with Zhou Gan: "Uncle Master, don't come back.
I don’t even have the strength to swing my sword!”
The latter laughed angrily and said: "Fuck you, my uncle went to a wine shop outside the city, not a brothel in the city."
Zhou Gandang straightened his clothes, tossed the scarf on his head, and walked out of the backyard.
That's strange. Where do the women in the wine shop come from? Aren't they all old men selling wine with dim eyesight? Wei Changpan muttered in his heart. After thinking about it for a moment, he shook his head and started practicing his fists again.
Slowly walking from the backyard to the front yard, the martial arts disciples he met along the way greeted him respectfully and said hello, master. Zhou Gandang was also willing to smile back or say yes, which made the trembling disciples a little uneasy. This is not
The senior brother has just caused such a big disaster, but the master is now more approachable than before. What kind of medicine is being sold in this gourd?
After leaving the gate of the martial arts hall, Zhou Gandang walked onto a south-facing street. It was midday, a rare warm moment in the cold spring days, and there were more people in the streets who were willing to walk around. Seeing the prestige in Huating County
Many Zhou Guanzhu, who were no less powerful than the magistrates of the county, spared no effort in saluting with their hands raised, and Zhou Gandang returned the courtesy one by one.
Some of the sharp-eyed sergeants guarding the southern gate of Huating County saw Zhou Gandang's figure and stood up straight with their spears in hand, just in case.
If the master of the Zhou hall is attracted by him and teaches him a few powerful moves, then he doesn't have to stay here to guard the city gate every day.
Zhou Gandang left the city in a hurry and did not meet with the few high-chested city guard soldiers. The latter felt a little disappointed, but they recovered in an instant. It's okay. Maybe Master Zhou will pay attention to us tomorrow.
Logically speaking, Zhou Gan, as the master of a martial arts gym, would not mention having a four-wheel drive when traveling, or at least not having to walk on two legs, which was really beneath his status. However, he himself had mentioned to the disciples in the martial arts gym that martial artists
On weekdays, leg and foot skills rely on accumulation over time, and walking is one of them. If all travel depends on taking a car, it will be wasted. Therefore, no matter how well-off the disciples in the martial arts school are, they now rely on their feet to travel.
To put it bluntly, he, Zhou Gandang, is a mud-legged warrior who comes from a poor family. He is reluctant to buy a carriage. If he needs the money to hire a carriage driver, if he wants to visit other sects and needs a carriage to cover the appearance, he can rent one from a carriage and horse shop.
, those hundreds of taels of white money were thrown in, and it was just a flashy carriage. There was no pile of white money there for people to look at happily.
He left the city and walked south along the main road for seven or eight miles. He saw an oilcloth tent in front of him, and his heart gradually calmed down.
The deceived Zhou Gandang was a little flustered, so he took out a handkerchief from his clothes to wipe the sweat on his face that was not there, and then looked at his clothes up and down carefully, fearing that there was an invisible hole somewhere.
, the toes of the cloth shoes on my feet were a little worn, and I regretted not wearing a new pair of cloth shoes.
He stroked the beard on his chin and forehead with his hand, and couldn't help but laugh at himself. He's an old guy who has been in the world for so many years. Why is he so timid even when he sees a woman?
The oilcloth tent is not big, and can only accommodate two tables and eight benches inside. There are also a few tents placed outside the tent, which are used as resting tents for guests to have tea and meals. Most of them are opened by people from villages and towns near the main road.
, the prices are much cheaper than those in hotels and restaurants, and it is a favorite halfway place for guests who are not well-off.
At this time, it was dinner time, but there was only a woman cooking in the shed, and there was no guest. Zhou Gandang entered the shed and said to the woman who was cooking the earthen stove: "Xiaotanzi Village"
Stuffed rice, a plate of cold pig ears, two scrambled eggs, some chili pepper, and the rice will be served in no hurry."
The woman who heard the man's voice coming from behind her turned around and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou, please wait a moment. It's a little late to start the fire today."
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way." Zhou Gan said with a smile, but secretly scolded himself for not living up to expectations, and couldn't even say two more words.
The woman with a beautiful face was very agile in her hands and feet. She had two plates of side dishes and a small jar of wine ready to be served in less than a stick of incense. They were both delicious and delicious. The wine was brewed by people in the village, not by the main road.
In any inn, you can buy local roasted wine mixed with some water and pass it off as aged wine, but the taste will actually be better.
Zhou Gandang poured a bowl of wine into the cracked porcelain bowl in front of him, raised his head and drank it. He smacked the taste of the village wine in his mouth, and it seemed that it was no worse than the jars of aged Ner Hong he had hidden.
Maybe it was because the person in front of me was drinking wine?
The woman turned around and continued to keep the earthen stove warm. It was probably because the embers had not been cleared out in recent days. Today, when the stove was lit, there was always smoke and dust, choking her and making her cough and unable to open her eyes.
An arm reached over, took the tree branch from her hand and poked it in the stove a few times. The smoke was no longer as big as before.
"The dust is blocking it. From now on, just use a tree branch and poke it twice."
Zhou Gandang sat back on his stool, patted the dust on his hands, then picked up the wine jar and poured a full bowl into the wine bowl, just taking small sips.
"Thank you, Brother Zhou." The woman finished cooking the stove and brought out a plate of fried peanuts and kelp. The portion was not that big, otherwise she would have made another loss-making business. "This side dish doesn't cost any money, so it's a treat."
Zhou Gandang grinned, thanked him, and took a sip of wine. He occasionally glanced at her graceful figure, but his eyes flickered and he left.
It was probably because of bad luck today that the woman was busy preparing the food, but she didn't see many guests coming and going, let alone anyone who came into the shed to use some food.
The woman was a little anxious. After all, the vegetable meals were prepared for twenty or thirty people every day, but only Zhou dared to be one at the moment. Drinks were fine, but the remaining meals were not good enough to spend the night even if it was cold in spring.
Take it out and give it to the guests. If you go back to the village and give it at a low price to those lazy women who don't want to live and cook, then her busy day will be in vain, and she will have to put in a lot of money.
But she was also a thin-skinned person, and she didn't want to follow other people's example and shout loudly on the road to stop people soliciting customers. Some people in the village laughed at her face for this, but she was just a widow who killed her husband, and she couldn't bear to show her shame.
She was slapped loudly in the face.
She is a woman who doesn't have the strength of the men to farm. How can she survive in the eyes of the villagers, except for remarrying old and young bachelors? But she doesn't want to. She would rather get up early and stay late alone to go to the highway across the state and county not far from the village.
They sell tea and rice on the street, but they don't fulfill the wishes of these people.
When she was at her husband's house, her cooking skills were impeccable. Selling tea and rice on the street soon gained a reputation. Many regular customers who passed by this highway near Huating County were willing to take a few more steps.
Let’s use the tea and rice area again.
There were no guests coming, so she took some time off and talked to Brother Zhou, who was a regular customer, and said, "Aren't you going to teach martial arts today?"
"There is an apprentice who did something that I wanted to do but was too tied up to do." Zhou Gandang put down his wine bowl and said, "He himself thought that he had made a huge mistake and ran out of the county. I also know that he
He's probably around here, so I came to look for him and stop by for a bowl of wine."
"Then this apprentice is really kind-hearted to relieve your worries." The woman covered her mouth and smiled.
"Bring another bowl, let's have a drink?" He raised the bowl to her, "It's not interesting to drink alone."
"It turns out it was never interesting. I thought you liked drinking alone." She laughed again, making him stunned for a moment before replying:
"Drinking alone is never fun."
"Want someone to drink with you?"
"yes."
"My drinking ability is mediocre, so I'm afraid I won't be able to satisfy you."
"Everyone gets drunk without wine."
"You really don't dislike her? She is someone who has been married once."
"It refers to people who may die violently one day. Do you dislike it?"
"I don't mind it."
"If I don't marry you, I'm afraid I'll die together with you one day."