The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

It seems that I have to find some time to go to Zhang's hometown.

Thinking of Zhang Lao losing his temper, Zhang Zian was a little scared, and sighed silently for Zhang Ziling.

This kid should have been talked about a lot.

I haven't seen Grandma Zhang for a long time, so I really should go.

Zhang Zian didn't go home immediately, he went to the county seat, and drove directly to Yuhuang Hotel.

This time, after four o'clock, is the time to pick up customers.

The front desk was very busy, so I took the time to talk to Zhang Zian, "Mr. Gao is in the office."

Zhang Zian smiled and entered the elevator.

Entering the office, Gao Xin was on the phone, saw Zhang Zian coming in, and gave Zhang Zian a sign to sit on the sofa and wait for a while.

After a while, Gao Xin hung up the phone, got up and sat opposite Zhang Zian.

"Zian, guess how much Ding Yantao sold at the last auction."

Zhang Zian thought for a while, "15?"

Although Dingyan Tao has obvious effects, the price is only in this range.

Gao Xin shook his head and said proudly, "20."

Zhang Zian was also taken aback, wondering which unlucky guy was trying to please the girl again.

Gao Xin said coquettishly, "Zian, are wild boars available? Customers are clamoring for wild boars these days."

Since the Yuhuang Hotel launched wild pork, it has been sought after immediately.

Imported pork can no longer be sold.

The price is affordable and the taste is better than imported pork.

All customers give unanimous praise.

Some people say that if you eat pork and fruit, life is nothing more than that.

Zhang Zian scratched his head, "Okay, I'll go back and see if there is a suitable one, and then I will send you a message for Sister Xin."

"It's almost there."

The two chatted for a while, and Zhang Zian received a message from Yang Ran.

The front desk must have told Yang Ran that he was coming.

Saying goodbye to Gao Xin, Zhang Zian went downstairs, and Yang Ran was standing at the front desk.

There were so many people just now, she was busy all the time, now it's all right, she can relax.

"Sister Yang, do me a favor and ask my younger brother to treat you to dinner." Zhang Zian said while licking his face.

Yang Ran glared at Zhang Zian, "Wait for me for a while and I can get off work."

Time passed very quickly, Zhang Zian was chatting with the front desk, but he didn't realize how fast it was, Yang Ran had already changed and appeared in front of him.

As soon as Yang Ran appeared, the front desk lady immediately complained with a smile.

"Sister Yang, your Zhang Zian is taking advantage of me, so you don't care."

Zhang Zian was taken aback, didn't you ask me to read your palm?

Although your little hands are tender and soft, it cannot be denied.

But in front of palmistry, there is no gender, okay?

Very serious.

Yang Ran blushed and stared at the stage in front of her, "It's not my family."

After finishing speaking, he shook the small bag in his hand, turned his buttocks and walked out.

Zhang Zian greeted the front desk with a smile, and quickly chased after him.

The two found a small stall, and one of them ordered Korean noodles, which was a joy to eat.

Yang Ran has a small appetite, so he can't eat too much at night, and let Zhang Zian take care of the leftover noodles.

The arrival of Zhang Zian obviously made Yang Ran very happy, and the corners of his mouth kept turning up.

He happily told Zhang Zian about the strange things he encountered recently.

"Zian, a few days ago, there was a scene in the hotel where the original partner hit the mistress, and Ladu couldn't pull it away. You don't know that man's appearance, he is uglier than Xiao Tiangou, and he can even raise a woman. I laughed so hard. "

"The day before yesterday, a woman in her 40s brought a man in her twenties with her. At first I thought it was her son, but I didn't expect it to be her little boyfriend. It shocked me for a whole year."

Yang Ran spoke happily, and Zhang Zian listened carefully.

After sending Yang Ran back to his residence, Zhang Zian drove away. Not long after he left, he was stopped by a black commercial vehicle at the intersection out of the city.

An old man came out.

Not young, but in good spirits.

In the spirit of respecting the old and loving the young, Zhang Zian opened the car and walked across to the old man.

He probably already guessed the old man's details in his heart.

It is too similar to Jiang Tao.

The old head of the Jiang family, the founder of Tiger Roaring Fist, Jiang Wuhui.

Jiang Wuhui stood opposite Zhang Zian, neither happy nor sad.

The son and grandson's funerals are held together, the Jiang family can swallow this breath, but Jiang Wuhui can't.

As the older generation of Jianghu, there are some things that cannot be let go.

"Zhang Zian?"

Zhang Zian nodded.

"My son and grandson have two lives. I know the old man is not your opponent, but there are some truths, and I still have to talk about them." Jiang Wuhui's expression was calm.

Orphaned at the age of 11, he ran away from home and started wandering in the rivers and lakes. He has suffered all kinds of hardships and enjoyed all kinds of happiness.

Originally, he thought that if he handed over the Jiang family to his son, he would enjoy his old age peacefully, and that would be the end of his life.

Unexpectedly, it caused the murder of his son.

Even though he knew it was the Jiang family's fault, there were some things that he couldn't let go of.

"I hope this matter doesn't affect the Jiang family. I guarantee that the Jiang family will never have any conflicts with you in the future." Jiang Wuhui said seriously.

Zhang Zian guessed what Jiang Wuhui wanted to do, but he still nodded.

Just for the old man's loyalty.

Jiang Wuhui took a step back, his legs were slightly bent, and he made a fist. Before the fist was released, a tiger roared faintly.

Zhang Zian took a horse stance and drew circles with his hands, which was similar to Tai Chi, but not.

Jiang Wuhui let out a loud shout, his breath was condensed, he was obviously a martial artist with the strength of the eighth rank of qi training.

Arriving in front of Zhang Zian in an instant, he punched out his fists, accompanied by the roar of a tiger, like a tiger descending a mountain.

The wind of the fist is strong, and the intent of the fist pours out like a waterfall.

Zhang Zian clapped his palms together, the dragon's voice was piercing, and the palm wind continued.

Dragons sing and tigers roar.

Dragon and tiger fight.

"boom!"

Without any fancy, touch together.

Zhang Zian didn't move at all, Jiang Wuhui took two steps back, finally stabilized his body, the qi in his body was disordered, and he took another half step back.

Never thought that Jiang Wuhui didn't have any setbacks, but he laughed out loud.

"Good good."

Three good words in a row.

"The boy is not bad, he has such strength at such a young age, come again."

The old man kept smiling, and he didn't regard Zhang Zian as a worrying person who killed his sons and grandchildren at all.

While speaking, Jiang Wuhui rushed towards Zhang Zian again, and continuously swung the Tiger Roaring Fist. Countless shadows of the fists formed a fierce tiger descending the mountain, and rushed towards Zhang Zian.

Zhang Zian was also infected by Mr. Jiang, and his heart suddenly became extremely clear.

An indescribable fist rose from Xinhu.

He quickly punched on the spot, turned his palm into a fist, and punched out, a cyan dragon was completely transformed by the fist, and slammed into the tiger.

"Roar!"

"Ow!"

There was a loud noise, and the shock wave dispersed. Zhang Zian waved his hand, blocking the dust in front of him, and uncontrollably took half a step back.

Jiang Wuhui flew backwards and crashed into the car, and the car's alarm immediately rang non-stop.

Zhang Zian hurried over, although he had hatred for the Jiang family, but Jiang Wuhui's behavior let all the bad breath out of Zhang Zian's heart.

Jiang Wuhui's body hit the car with a dent, and his body slowly slid down.

His breath was exhausted to the extreme.

It is always impossible for people to be dissatisfied.

"Jiang......"

Jiang Wuhui interrupted Zhang Zian with a wave of his hand, his face was frighteningly pale, then flushed suddenly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

But the smile never diminished.

"I'm old, I can't accept my old age."

Zhang Zian still admires him from the bottom of his heart. You must know that Jiang Wuhui only has the strength of the eighth grade of qi training, and he is old enough to be able to face him head-on and resist two blows.

With that punch just now, Zhang Zian can guarantee that even a martial artist of the first rank of the Jade Rank will suffer a slight injury, maybe a serious injury.

With his old body, Jiang Wuhui forcibly carried it down.

Zhang Zian only had admiration in his heart.

Who said that a tiger father has no dogs?

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