Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

The days of doing nothing always pass quickly, and it’s the end of summer in a blink of an eye.

One day in late July, shopkeeper Liu came to the door and informed Yang Ge that the inn had been repaired and his unfilial son was about to return to Luting County. By then, we would all have a meal to get acquainted with each other first. The inn was left to them.

Yang Ge agreed wholeheartedly.

Within two days, the door of the small courtyard was banged hard.

Woof woof woof...

Yang Ge walked out of the house quickly, glanced at Xiao Huang who was shouting at the gate with his legs crossed in the yard, waved to him, and walked quickly to the gate: Here he comes, he comes.

Squeak.

He opened the courtyard door, and what came his way was a sandbag fist.

Yang Ge subconsciously took a step back to stabilize his lower body, turned around and hit him with a whip kick.

Bang.

The fists and feet collided, and a low muffled sound sounded in the air. Yang Ge and the visitor retreated at the same time.

Inner energy? You really know martial arts!

The visitor shouted in a low voice, with an excited tone of Tell me to grab your chicken feet.

Yang Ge took a closer look and saw an arrogant man with a weathered face standing outside the door.

At first glance, the most impressive thing about this man is his two muscular arms that stretch up even the thin shorts, giving people a sense of over-fitness.

But his huge, fleshy-looking fists with no visible joints showed that this person was not just a simple iron man.

Yang Ge stared at the familiar face of the visitor, then looked at the pair of cowhide wristbands on his wrists, and said hesitantly: Young master's family?

He suddenly understood why the old shopkeeper was like a cat whose tail was stepped on when he saw the martial arts secret book. From the beginning to the end, he never mentioned that he wanted to take a look or make a copy of it.

Logically speaking, even if ordinary people know that this stuff is not something they can get involved in, they can't help but be curious and want to secretly collect it.

After all, this is always an opportunity to stand out. Even if you can't practice it, you can still leave it to future generations.

This time the case was finally solved, and it turned out that the old shopkeeper had been suffering from it for a long time...

Oh, is it so obvious?

When the big man heard Yang Ge reveal his identity, he rubbed his big fleshy face in surprise, and then stepped over the courtyard gate with a familiar kick.

But the next second he stepped back and looked up at the courtyard door in disbelief: Is this really my shabby courtyard?

Yang Ge finally showed a smile on his face, turned sideways to reveal the fresh and tidy courtyard, and made an invite gesture inside: Young master, please come in.

No wonder the old man likes you so much. He always has good things to say about you when he talks about you. You are indeed a good housekeeper!

The big man clicked in admiration and stepped into the courtyard again. He looked around at this elegant courtyard that looked like the courtyard of a wealthy family. He tried hard to think back for a long time, but he still couldn't compare the short and shabby little courtyard with this bright and fresh courtyard. The neat courtyards are connected together.

Do you like grapes? Can you build a grape trellis in the yard?

When the grapevines grow up, they can provide shade. In the summer, they can cool down under the grape trellis... and they can also produce grapes to eat.

Then what is this pool used for? Do you put it here for bathing in the summer? Then this pool is too small!

No, it's reserved for fish farming. Next year, plant some aquatic plants, lotus roots, and put a few fish and shrimps in it, and the yard will be alive.

How did you make this floor? I remember that polished stone slabs are not cheap...

Oh, I bought ordinary stones. After laying them, I poured water on them and polished them flat little by little with a millstone.

Yang Ge brought out a pot of hot tea, waved to the big man and said, Young master, please stop standing. Let's sit down and chat slowly.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are such a decent person!

The big man came over with a look of wonder on his face and sat down heavily on the small bamboo chair, causing the small chair to squeak under the weight of the impact.

What surprised him was not the current appearance of this small courtyard. He had seen courtyards that were more majestic and more gorgeous than this one.

He was surprised that Yang Ge was able to transform the dilapidated small courtyard that might collapse at any time into the appearance of a wealthy family now.

Yang Ge poured him a cup of hot tea and sat down with him: When did the young master's house arrive?

Just yesterday.

The big man picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, and said Ah happily: You don't want to be a young master. I only have a small business, but I can't afford to hire a master like you. My name is Liu Fuyu... don't laugh, This is the name the old man gave me, what can I do? Outside, my name is Liu Mang, and anyone who wants to give me face calls me 'Brother Mang'!

A good name, very impressive...but are you going to fire me?

Yang Ge smiled and joked: Without wages, I have no money to pay for your house!

Bullshit!

Liu Mang slapped his thigh angrily: I let you go on the first day when I came back, and the old man had to chase me with a broom and cut me... I mean, from now on, we will no longer talk about host and guest. You call me Brother Mang, and I’ll call you Brother. We are good brothers and have a sense of loyalty. We eat wine and meat together, and we ride in water and fire together!

Yang Ge wanted to laugh a little.

But after all, he had received professional training, so he still held back, clasped his hands and said: Then I will ask Brother Mang to give you more advice.

Liu Mang waved his hand grandly: Well, I'm coming back this time to revive the reputation of my Iron Fist Sect in Luting County. It would be great if you know martial arts...

Etc., etc!

Yang Ge quickly waved his hand to stop: What kind of prestige did you just talk about restoring? Don't our family run an inn?

After Liu Mang heard this, he looked at Yang Ge as if he were looking at a fool: How much money can you make by opening an inn? If you want fame and fortune, of course you have to open a martial arts gym. You heard my brother say, opening a martial arts gym But it’s easy. When apprentices come to learn skills, they need to pay for their apprenticeship, right? Do they have to show their respect for tea money when they are three years old and two years old? There are more disciples. If the wealthy families in the surrounding area want to hire someone to look after their homes and care for their homes, do they have to establish a good relationship with us? ? When I go out to travel around the world, I will report to the owner of such and such a martial arts school. Isn’t that a face-saving thing...

Wait, wait...

Yang Ge tried to interrupt but couldn't, so he could only forcefully interrupt again: Does the old shopkeeper know that you want to turn the inn into a martial arts gym?

Liu Mang waved his hand nonchalantly: He is an old man, how can he understand the affairs of us young people? Brother, listen to me, there is really something going on in opening a martial arts gym. Just now, your kicking brother looked very powerful. From now on, my brother will teach me boxing, and you will teach me legs. We are called 'fists and feet are the same' in the world. Doesn't it sound particularly majestic when you hear it...

Yang Ge:......

So, you never mentioned this to your father at all, right?

If you really know your son better than your father, you are really an out-and-out prodigal son of a child!

…

Liu Mang stayed with Yang Ge for most of the day, trying his best to persuade Yang Ge to join him in his great cause of opening a martial arts gym.

Yang Ge naturally couldn't agree to him, but he couldn't refuse openly. After all, he was the only son of Shopkeeper Liu.

In the end, he could only bite the bullet and said: 'I listen to the old shopkeeper. As long as the old shopkeeper nods, I will open a martial arts gym with you.'

Liu Mang confidently went home to behead his father.

Yang Ge sent him to the corner of the street.

When he returned home in a daze, he heard Dahuang's crazy barking as soon as he crossed the courtyard gate, barking and jumping on him.

Yang Ge stroked Dahuang's fried dog's head soothingly, frowned and glanced into the room, sighing: Master Shen, the door is for walking, not for climbing.

The next second, a clear voice with a slight smile came from the room with the door closed: I chase tigers and wolves all day long and never miss a beat, but I didn't expect that a guard dog pecked my eye!

Yang Ge sighed again, let go of Dahuang and walked listlessly into the house, wondering if his posture when he got up in the morning was wrong. Otherwise, how could these troublesome people come to the door together?

Pushing open the door, Yang Ge saw Shen Fa sitting at the head of the square table, leaning on a gilt tiger-head and ox-tail knife. On the table were a pot of wine, a package of roast chicken, and a package of pig heads. meat and a packet of peanuts.

He was still wearing the black dark-patterned outfit that Yang Ge had worn when he saw him last time, but there was an extra scar on his face and a little more evil energy on his body.

He looked at Yang Ge who opened the door and said with a smile: Why do you sigh every time you see me?

Yang Ge: Maybe nothing good will happen after seeing you?

Shen Fa made a please sit down gesture and replied with a smile: Nonsense, I obviously helped you solve the problem last time.

Yang Ge saw his gesture and rolled his eyes angrily, saying to himself, 'As if you are the master': Compared to you, Timon is nothing!

Shen Fa nodded matter-of-factly: That's right!

Yang Ge's eyes almost rolled to the sky.

Shen Fa picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of pig head meat: Eat vegetables, why are you standing there in such a daze!

Yang Ge shook his head like a rattle: If you don't tell me clearly what you want to do with me, I won't dare to eat it!

Shen Fa slapped his head and said with a smile: Can't you be more stupid? You are too smart, life will be very tiring!

Yang Ge didn't adapt to his familiarity, rolled his eyes and moved his butt to the other side.

Shen Faquan acted as if he didn't see him, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said slowly: There was a Tatar who was careful and escaped from Shangjing City with a very important piece of military intelligence. Our people intercepted him here. But his Qinggong is so good that our people can't catch up with him. The Eighteen-Way Wind Kick movement technique you've practiced is pretty good. If you take action, you should be able to entangle him and create an opportunity for our people to kill him!

Yang Ge nodded, as if he understood the king: I understand how to vote for a certificate!

Shen Fa looked directly at him and said seriously: You can't live alone forever. Since you have taken the first step, why not take a few steps and try?

Yang Ge was silent for a long time, and finally reached out to lift his chopsticks, picked up a peanut and put it into his mouth. He said softly: Short hands are used to grabbing people, but soft mouths are used to eating people...

A smile appeared on Shen Fa's face: I knew I was not wrong about the person!

Yang Ge put down his chopsticks and looked at him, and said seriously: Say it first, I won't kill anyone!

Shen Fa laughed: Can Tatars be considered human beings?

Whatever you decide is your business.

Yang Ge shook his head and said firmly: My parents only taught me to be a good person, but never taught me to kill.

Shen Fa was silent for a few moments, then raised the jug and poured a glass of wine for Yang Ge, sighing softly: Your hometown must be very rich and peaceful, right?

Yang Ge opened his mouth to answer, but when the words came out of his mouth, he felt something was wrong.

He thought for a long time, raised his wine glass with both hands and paid tribute to Shen Fa: I take back what I just said...I won't kill people unless I have to!

Shen Fa asked doubtfully: Did I say something wrong? Is there also war in your hometown?

Could it be that...the painter made a mistake?

Yang Ge replied: Conflicts and disputes exist everywhere. The reason why my hometown is peaceful is because there are many people who use their youth and blood to keep conflicts and disputes out of our lives...

Hearing these words, Shen Fa was deeply moved, but he didn't show any of it on his face.

He asked softly: Do you want to be like them?

Yang Ge shook his head: I may not be like them, but I think I shouldn't escape.

Shen Fa smiled, raised his glass and touched it with Yang Ge. He simply raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, saying softly: I want to be that kind of person!

Although the words are soft, they have a strong impact.