After that incident happened, the man followed the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, and he never said anything to the guest on the bamboo raft who had some relationship with Yanyulou.
He looked like a nice young man, but he was a gangster who was fighting and killing all day long. This man felt very sad, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. The two taels of silver in the wallet around his waist seemed to be scorching his flesh.
So hot.
Although this man is a lazy guy, if he works up his energy to hold the pole, the bamboo raft will actually have the vague momentum of a warship riding the wind and waves.
Jiangzhou has hundreds of miles of winding waterways from south to north, so naturally it cannot be accomplished overnight. Before the sky turns completely dark, men often dock at a village ferry to make a fire and cook.
It is not easy for a boatman to light a fire on the boat. He usually only has two meals a day, morning and evening. In addition, it is difficult to swing the oar and hold the pole. It is really hard to withstand the meat and fish without some hard food. Therefore, most boatmen will bring pickled fish, bacon and other non-perishable meat when sailing.
If you eat bad food, you can either beg it from the farmers on the shore, or occasionally pay two cents, and you can pick it from the vegetable garden.
After shaking the vegetables he picked from the river, the man threw them into the boiling iron pot. He used the knife he had just used to cut the bacon and stirred the contents of the pot, so that all the oil and water went into the pot.
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New rice, bacon, vegetables, and half of the small pieces of salt that the man knocked out of the cloth bag with the back of a knife are a good pot of porridge.
The man broke off two branches from the shore and peeled off the bark to make chopsticks. He tasted the taste with satisfaction. He only saw the young guest next to him again. He felt uneasy for a while, but handed over the whole pot first.
Gave it to that person.
In the past, the guests who sat on his bamboo raft did not share meals with Zhouzi. Most of them were a little disgusted. The man was trying to save effort, but he was also afraid that the bowl would break when he bumped it. After all, no matter how cheap it was, it still cost some copper coins, and he was the only one eating the meal.
, one pot is enough.
When the young guest helped him collect firewood and light a fire, the man was a little worried, but he was afraid of what would happen. At this moment, he could only hope that the guest would have a smaller appetite.
When Wei Changpan pulled a layer of porridge noodles closer to his mouth, the man's face looked normal.
When Wei Changpan took out a piece of bacon from the iron pot and put it into his mouth, the man couldn't hold it any longer.
When Wei Changpan leaned against the edge of the iron pot and swallowed, the man turned away and couldn't bear to look at it.
When the guest with a huge appetite put down the iron pot, patted his butt and left, the man looked at the meat porridge in the iron pot which was less than half full.
, a bitter gourd face is really ridiculous.
The man who was sighing and drinking porridge heard the noise, and he thought it was the guest who had returned, so he became nervous again, fearing that he would come back before he was full and thinking about the remaining food, so he ate the porridge a little faster.
The man stared blankly at a piece of meat pancake put into the iron pot. He looked up at the guest, who was chewing another piece of pancake. When he saw the man looking up, he said:
"Don't like this meat pie?"
The man shook his head vigorously, picked up the pancake and took a bite. The fragrant sauce meat sandwiched between the two halves of the pancake was still hot. The sauce-flavored meat juice filled the man's mouth. It was a taste he had not known for a long time.
The man hurriedly swallowed the pancake without having time to savor it. The man opened his mouth again and devoured the whole pancake. When he looked at Wei Changpan, his eyes were a little different.
The young man quickly protected the meat pancake and swallowed it in three or two mouthfuls. His mouth was full and he didn't forget to speak vaguely:
"There are only these two meat pancakes left in the shop. I haven't eaten enough yet, so I brought one back with me, so uncle won't think about having another one."
How could the Jianghu people in Yanyu Tower be so kind-hearted? The man thought of those boatmen who escaped from Jiali County overnight and gave them thousands of warnings. When he saw those clothes embroidered with clouds, he looked around with his weapons and hurriedly looked around.
No matter how far you run, you will still be close to the people from Yanyulou and the gangsters who robbed your house.
The man still didn't dare to be negligent. The bed and bedding were naturally given to this guest. However, Wei Changpan said that he was staying at a nearby house for one night and would no longer compete with the man for the bedding.
To stay in someone else's house and lay some straw for the bed and quilt, it cost twenty cents. Wei Changpan felt a little bit pained in his heart. But if he slept on the man's bed, he would have the sky as a quilt and the ground as a mat, which he didn't want to do.
Wei Changpan did a boxing set before going to bed, and the five postures were still the same, but the details were very different. There were more than thirty variations from these five postures. When Mr. Qian told him that the fourth floor realm had not been achieved before.
When he was taught weapons and only learned fists and kicks, Wei Changpan was quite puzzled, but now he can say that he has "understood" the more than 30 changes. He is not yet 20, and he somewhat understands Qian Erye's intentions.
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Unlike the five moves of splitting, drilling, collapsing, cannon, and horizontal, which only need to be repeated in a repetitive cycle, now there is still a lot of care in this variation of moves. There are more than thirty variations that can be used against the enemy in thousands of ways, depending on the opponent's path.
The number, level of realm, availability of weapons and types of weapons, all have their own combinations, which made Wei Changpan very anxious.
Either one of the master and the master
Around me, maybe the situation is very different now?
Wei Changpan raised his head and looked at the bright moon. The bright moon on the river has been waxing and waning for thousands of years, but it is still the same moon as before.
It's great that his father, mother, master and master, as well as the sisters in the brothel, have the same moon dream on their heads as him.
He slept soundly tonight.
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"What is the guest doing? The price was agreed upon, so there is no need to add any more money."
Just as the man was about to hand back the two pieces of broken silver in his hand, he was pushed back by the young guest whose hands were far stronger than his.
"Uncle, I am indeed half a Yanyulou person." Wei Changpan said after pushing the man's hand back, "But not everyone in Yanyulou is a bad person... In fact, there are some situations where there is no choice..."
"But robbing people of their money is wrong after all." He dismissed what he had said before, "Even if your life becomes unbearable, you can't cut the rice in other people's fields. It doesn't matter if you borrow grain or tighten your belt to get by.
, are all good, but other people’s things belong to other people.”
Wei Changpan, who was stepping in the mud on the shore, took three steps back and bowed deeply to the man. However, this man, who had been a boatman for half his life, was really frightened. He hurriedly returned the same greeting. Wei Changpan bowed again, and the man returned the salute again, and so on.
After more than ten times, it was the man who begged for mercy first:
"This little hero from Yanyu Tower, don't come here. Why don't we accept this gift?"
"If I had more money..." Wei Changpan rubbed his head in embarrassment, "Perhaps those gangsters wouldn't have to rob the money, and the boatmen in Jiali County wouldn't have to escape."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Changpan turned around and ran away, leaving the man on the bamboo raft staring blankly at the young man's back.
In today's world, if there were more people like this, the life of the poor might not be so difficult, right?