One person spoke, and the others nodded. Although Shi Manqiang and Yoshika did not make a sound, their faces were not good-looking.

As expected, Zhao Jin raised his hand and shouted: "I know you are worried about those ruffians. I promise you that those ruffians will not cause trouble for you tomorrow. If it's okay, are you willing to come?"

"If it's okay, of course I have to come!" The answer below was very loud. Zhao Jin nodded on the pile of soil with a smile, then walked down.

After walking down, the competition was over, but Zhao Jin did not rush to go back to practice martial arts. Instead, he called Chen Sheng and Wang Zhaojing to the front and asked in a low voice: "Didn't you two come with people today?"

"I don't want to let someone follow me. If I put down the things, I will let Uncle Cai go home." Chen Sheng said in wonder.

"The servants are always uncomfortable, so they didn't come today." Wang Zhaojing said in a deep voice. After saying that, he seemed to have reacted and said, "Brother Zhao, my father doesn't agree with the fight in martial arts. If he gets into any gangster, I'm afraid my father will be even more unhappy. I can't help much, brother!"

Zhao Jin glanced at Wang Zhaojing and thought to himself that this kid was really smart. He knew that he wanted to ask for help from adults from various families, so he actually pushed him in advance.

"I'm just asking, I'll find a way to do this." Zhao Jin said with a smile, Wang Zhaojing nodded with a smile, Chen Sheng was a little confused, and looked left and right.

The fight was exciting, but the clamored revenge made everyone feel bad. The teenagers dispersed in groups of two, and Zhao Jin also led Mu Shulan back.

People often feel disappointed when they hope for anything. The man and woman who used to pick up Mu Shulan did not appear today. The little girl was very excited, but Zhao Jin was smiling bitterly in her heart.

"Xiaolan, are you afraid when you fight in the afternoon?"

"I'm not afraid, Brother Xiao Jin, you're here, so I'm not even afraid."

Zhao Jinzhen didn't ask casually. In the afternoon, dozens of teenagers fought fiercely, and Mu Shulan was still normal from beginning to end, which was not normal in itself.

After all, there are rules in the competition, and you should pay attention to it until the end. There are no need to pay attention to the fight. Zhao Jin felt that fighting was very pleasant at noon. After the fight, he felt that he had a new understanding of gun technique, so he was particularly focused on practicing martial arts in the afternoon.

Zhao Zhentang did not come back to eat at night. According to He Cuihua, he finally got idle. People in the yamen must have a lot of drinks and have fun, so that Zhao Jin would sleep by himself after eating and without waiting.

When he returned to his room, Zhao Jin started to do sit-ups and push-ups as usual, and got up and stretched constantly, exercising himself as much as possible.

It was almost time to sleep on weekdays, Zhao Zhentang came back and sat in the main hall and shouted, "Okay, pour some tea at home."

Zhao Jin was waiting all the time. When he heard this, he hurriedly ran out and poured a bowl of tea with a smile. Zhao Zhentang's face was flushed, there was a little oil stain on his beard, and his body was covered in alcohol. After taking the tea, he smiled and scolded: "Tea should be hot, and it will make his stomach cool."

After saying this, he drank it clean. Zhao Zhentang let out a long sigh, unbuttoned the belt of the soapy robe on his body, touched Zhao Jin's head and said, "It's so late, why haven't you sleep yet? How about you being beaten during the day?"

"Dad, I'm in some trouble." Zhao Jin whispered.

"What trouble? Why don't you talk to your mother? What's the matter?" Before Zhao Zhentang could speak, He Cuihua, holding the hot towel, was anxious first and walked over and said.

Zhao Zhentang burped, waved his hand at He Cuihua, and said carelessly: "What can children's troubles be there? Don't make such a fuss, Xiaojin, tell me carefully."

"Well, today I..." Zhao Jin began to explain in detail that children of this age are reluctant to ask their parents to solve problems, especially this kind of thing, because they are afraid of being scolded and scolded by their families, and some people feel that it is embarrassing to find their parents. However, Zhao Jin thought it very clearly that the backing of their children is their parents. It is natural to ask their parents for help when they encounter something they cannot solve.

Zhao Zhentang was drinking hot tea while listening, but he was not very energetic and even yawned. When he heard that Wang Youshan's young master was also going to compete, Zhao Zhentang couldn't help but be stunned. He probably didn't expect that such a scholarly family would let his children fight and learn martial arts. Hearing that Zhao Jin won all the way and finally reached the final, Zhao Zhentang had a smile on his face. When he heard Zhao Jin rushing out to defeat a gangster first, Zhao Zhentang looked happy and reached out to pat Zhao Jin's shoulder hard, and said with a smile: "Good boy, he is better than your father and your uncle back then. He is promising and promising!"

"Do you drink too much? What's the point? Xiao Jin was so honest before he was not sick, but after he got better, he might be a troublemaker. You will take the child to see something beheaded, and the evil spirit enters his body..." He Cui said in a nagging manner.

Zhao Zhentang put the tea bowl and said impatiently: "What do you know, you are a woman? It's not a bad thing to be beaten. At least you won't be bullied."

After saying this, he asked Zhao Jin with a smile and said, "Xiao Jin, that group of rascals don't dare to cause trouble for you anyway. Why do you care about so much?"

This is the point when asked. The gangsters also know who can offend who cannot offend. Zhao Jin, Chen Sheng, and Wang Zhaojing are children of wealthy families when they look at their clothes. Of course, the rogues dare not provoke them. In fact, this has nothing to do with Zhao Jin, and Zhao Jin has no trouble.

So Zhao Zhentang asked this question, which was actually because he was drunk and he was drunk. He would also ask for some questions that were usually under his heart.

Zhao Jin did not act cleverly, but said in a real way: "Dad, I really want to gather so many friends. If I disbanded because of this, my previous skills would be wasted, and it would be difficult to get together again."

Zhao Zhentang grinned and said, "You guy is real, you have done it. I will solve this problem tomorrow morning."

Zhao Jin couldn't help but be stunned when his father answered so frankly. It was that simple. Before he could react, he saw Zhao Zhentang stretching and walking towards the inner room. He smiled and said, "It's nothing wrong with learning martial arts. This temperament makes me happy."

When he entered the bed, Zhao Jin was still thinking in a daze that the idea of ​​"Bronze Head of Black Tiger Temple" was not an amazing role, but his father was just an ordinary servant in the yamen, so how could it be solved so easily?

Before going to bed, Zhao Jin suddenly smiled. After today's group fight, the teenager in the cargo yard was caught.

The next day, Zhao Jin was a little absent-minded when he had breakfast. He felt nervous. Zhao Zhentang was drinking mixed grain porridge in big mouthfuls. Seeing his child's appearance, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Look at your virtue, I thought you were so worried. Are you scared today?"

In that life, Zhao Jin was very brave and fierce, but he had never dealt with people in society. Today he went to see these thugs and gangsters and felt unsure.

After the father and son finished their breakfast, He Cuihua cleaned up the dishes and said in a nagging manner: "Xiaojin, you must be careful, don't get hurt or cause trouble."

"Why do you say so much?" Zhao Zhentang wiped his mouth indifferently and led Zhao into and out of the door.

After leaving the yard, Zhao Jin realized that his mother didn't mention the thugs and was not worried at all.

Zhao Zhentang was wearing a short black red robe and a square hat of a yamen runner, and walked on the street with a swagger. After walking out of the streets of Beiguan, Zhao Jin noticed that the market was deserted and the sun had already come out, but many shops still had door panels and windows. If you could see that the door had not been cleaned, it should have been closed.

The market is actually not just deserted, but a bit dilapidated. The decline of Xuzhou City is too obvious, but the father and son are walking slower and slower on the road. The reason is very simple, too many people greeted Zhao Zhentang.

"Master Zhao, have free time today?"

"Brother Zhao, how many drinks will be together tonight, I will be the host?"
Chapter completed!