The bag of snacks was opened directly for Zhao Jin to eat. Zhao Zhentang sat on a chair and chatted with He Cuihua in the kitchen. Zhao Jin listened carefully while eating there.

Chen Sheng's grandfather, Chen Peng, followed Qi Jiguang in the Northern and Southern Wars. When Qi Jiguang was serving as the chief military officer in Jizhen, Chen Peng asked for a favor and returned to his hometown of Xuzhou.

At that time, Qi Jiguang's authority was at its peak, and he had a lot of face. He helped Chen Peng get an inspection job. Xuzhou was still a canal hub at that time, and countless people, money, and goods passed through it every day. There was gold and silver in the ocean. This inspection was also very profitable. , without a backer like Marshal Qi, this position would not last long.

Chen Peng worked for four years, and Qi Jiguang lost power and could no longer hold this position. Fortunately, his family was from a local wealthy family, and they had developed connections during the years of doing inspections, so even if he did not do this inspection, no one would plot against him. With his wealth, Chen Peng became a stable and wealthy man. He had a son and three daughters, all of whom married well. His son Chen Wu opened a charcoal factory by himself. Rich people in and outside Xuzhou used charcoal to make fires and cook. Chen Peng Wu also made a lot of income from this business.

Those who have money but no official positions are just fat. The Chen family understands this very well and gave Chen Wu a job as a yamen arrester early on.

Of course, the position of the head catcher is higher than that of the executioner, and the Chen family is already considered a local tycoon. Naturally, the Zhao family is far less powerful than the Zhao family. Therefore, although they are both working as servants in the Xuzhou Zhizhou Yamen, of course they will not have any special interactions with Zhao Zhentang. , but Zhao Zhentang also has the status of Xuzhou Wei Baihu, and can be regarded as a sixth-grade military attache. He is not stage-frightened in front of Chen Wu. After going back and forth, the two of them have become somewhat friendly.

After hearing these days, recalling the past, and Zhao Zhentang's explanation just now, Zhao Jin had a complete concept in his mind.

"..Chen Wu knocked over seven or eight Cao Dings by himself with a scabbard. There is a teacher in his family. The eldest boy in his family has been practicing for several years. Unexpectedly, he was knocked over by our little Jin..."

Zhao Zhentang was sitting there, talking enthusiastically. He Cuihua brought out a plate of stir-fried vegetables from the kitchen. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "The Chen family is nothing special. Didn't you also kill four people in Hejia Village by yourself?" ?”

Zhao Jin immediately raised his head, never expecting that his father, who was mediocre and fat, could actually do such things. Zhao Zhentang laughed, rubbed the beard on his chin and said, "I can't marry you if I don't have that ability."

The couple looked at each other and smiled, and then realized that the child was beside them. Zhao Zhentang coughed dryly, sat upright and said: "I am nothing, Zhenxing is the big deal. That time our brothers fought with people from the neighboring village. He took the pole and knocked over a dozen..."

Just as he was talking, he heard a knock on the door outside. Zhao Zhentang clapped his hands and stood up and said, "Zhenxing is here. I'll open the door and feed the hozen by the way."

He Cuihua rubbed her hands and went back to the kitchen. Before turning around, she glanced at Zhao Jin. Zhao Jin was digesting the conversation his parents had just had. He Cuihua thought the child was frightened, so she smiled and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Jin. There are no boys." If you don’t fight, just don’t fight and suffer the consequences.”

Zhao Jin didn't listen to this. He just thought that his father could fight four by himself, and his uncle could fight more than a dozen by himself. With such foundation and background, it was right for him to learn martial arts.

Zhao Zhenxing arrived, the food was laid out, and everyone sat down. Zhao Jin won the battle, which made the three elders very happy. Zhao Zhentang even brought out a small jar of wine.

"Brother, I still think Xiao Jin should learn martial arts, it will be good for him!" Zhao Zhenxing repeated his old saying, and when he mentioned this, the dinner table became a little cold.

Zhao Jin saw his father Zhao Zhentang's smile disappear immediately, and he drained the wine cup. He Cuihua's smile was also a little stiff, so she changed the subject and said, "Zhenxing, the cake will get cold if you don't eat it. Eat some quickly."

Zhao Zhenxing put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "Brother, sister-in-law, in the three hundred miles radius of Xuzhou City and outside it, there are people dancing with guns and sticks everywhere, on the salt, on the river, on the official family, on the village... Xiao Jin will not care about it in the future.

No matter what you do, if you have martial arts skills, you will never suffer a loss, at least you can protect yourself."

Zhao Jin listened intently to what his uncle said, for fear of missing a sentence. These things had never been said in front of Zhao Jin by his elders before.

Zhao Zhentang put the wine cup in his hand heavily on the table and said in a muffled voice: "Learning martial arts, what's the use of it? Is it to strengthen your body? Look at your injuries. You have been wielding swords and guns all day long. If you make a mistake, you will be missed."

It’s gone. There are quite a few people who are good at dancing with guns, but those who do good things are miserable, haha. Are you willing to go astray, Xiaojin?”

Hearing that the two brothers were getting angry, He Cuihua looked left and right, and quickly interjected to smooth things over and said: "What's the use of you brothers talking so much? It still depends on whether Xiao Jin is willing or not?"

In He Cuihua's view, her son is a weak-tempered person who blushes when talking loudly to others. He usually doesn't even dare to look at the ghost-headed sword that Zhao Zhentang used to behead him. Such a child would not dare to learn martial arts at all. Asking him would just stop him.

Brother-in-law's mouth.

"Xiao Jin, are you willing to learn martial arts?" He Cuihua asked softly. Zhao Zhentang and Zhao Zhenxing stopped arguing and turned to look at Zhao Jin. Uncle Zhao Zhenxing had a smile hidden in his eyes, and he wanted to ask himself.

I never thought that my sister-in-law would speak first.

Zhao Jin looked around, hesitated deliberately, so that his parents would think that he had at least thought about it, and then said loudly: "Mom, dad, I want to learn martial arts, and I want to learn martial arts from my second uncle!"

He Cuihua didn't expect Zhao Jin's answer at all. Her eyes widened in surprise and she quickly said: "Xiao Jin, don't talk nonsense. Learning martial arts is very difficult. Think about it again?"

"Mom, I've thought about it clearly. I want to learn martial arts from my second uncle." Zhao Jin replied simply. Zhao Zhenxing coughed and said again: "Brother, sister-in-law, and Xiao Jin have said so themselves. What do you think?"

"What are you studying? There are no good consequences for studying martial arts. Xiao Jin can't study, but he can still inherit my business of decapitating people, and he can also eat white flour and mutton every day. He is no worse than a landlord." Zhao Zhentang didn't answer at all and just said in a rough voice.

Zhao Jin had no way to interrupt in this scene, and he had a good reason in his heart, but if he said these words that were inappropriate for his age, no one would listen, and it would scare people and cause unnecessary consequences. Zhao Jin actually

I find it strange that my uncle Zhao Zhenxing's reasons are convincing enough. His parents, Zhao Zhentang and He Cuihua, are not the kind to pamper their children, so why are they so insistent?

Zhao Zhenxing leaned forward and said sincerely: "Brother, the roots of our Zhao family are in Xuzhou Wei. In the army, you must have martial arts. Sooner or later, you will be able to use them. Without good martial arts, you can just think about it."

Making a living in the business of execution and beheading is not long-term and has no future..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Zhentang slammed the table hard, and the wine cup in his hand fell and broke. Zhao Jin was startled. Zhao Zhentang raised his finger and pointed at Zhao Zhenxing, glared and shouted: "The roots are in Xuzhou Wei, that stupid Wei."

What, have you never seen someone who sells his son or daughter? Have you never seen someone who lets his own mother-in-law come out to sell? Have you never seen someone who has fallen into a weed?",

After asking three questions in a row, He Cuihua quickly reached out to dissuade her: "Master, master, don't yell at his second uncle, let the neighbors..."

"It's none of your business, second brother. I know you look down on my decapitation job, but you went back to Xuzhou to wait for death. It was the money you earned from this job that gave you medicine and medical treatment, allowing you to live to this day. We had enough to eat when we were children.

After a few meals, now I have meat every meal. I rely on your brother to behead me. I have good martial arts skills, but my martial arts skills are of no use? I have been in elementary school, and now I use the chop. You learned well.

, What did you get? I lived and died as a child for ten years, and in the end I came back with injuries. If you want Xiaojin to go your way, don't even think about it!" Zhao Zhentang pointed at his brother's nose and shouted.

These words.

Zhao Jin beside him was stunned, wondering why there was such a quarrel all of a sudden. It was rare to see his father look so furious. The content of his words made people wonder, a lot of things happened that year.

Just as he was thinking about it, his uncle Zhao Zhenxing stood up slowly. Zhao Jin felt disappointed, thinking that the two sides had reached a dead end and his uncle was leaving. I'm afraid tonight's persuasion failed.

I never thought that Zhao Zhenxing did not leave after standing up. Instead, he stared at Zhao Zhentang and said: "Brother, our parents died early. You pulled me up and brought me up. When I came back, you and my sister-in-law took care of me. I will keep this in my heart."

Brother, let me ask you something, if you didn’t have the status of a hundred households, would you be able to make a living in beheading for a long time?”

Hearing this, Zhao Jin was stunned. This question had nothing to do with his martial arts training, but he could understand the reason. The executioner's job was unlucky and unlucky, but it was a fat job. Many people wanted to be the executioner. Even if you had the guts to do it, you wouldn't be able to do it.

It depends on whether you have the ability to continue. Zhao Zhentang is a member of the Xuzhou Wei family. No matter how noble or humble he is, he is still a person of high birth and class. Others dare not touch him.

Zhao Zhentang nodded, and Zhao Zhenxing asked again in a low voice: "Brother, how did you become a member of this hundred households? Do I still want to tell you?"

Zhao Zhentang, who was about to continue roaring, immediately lost his temper when he heard this. His face changed for a while, and finally he sighed. Zhao Zhenxing continued to ask: "Brother, sister-in-law, I am like this. Living for a day is a blessing."

, I let Xiaojin learn martial arts, is it for my own sake?"

At this time, He Cuihua was speechless. Zhao Zhentang grabbed an empty bowl, picked up the small jar and filled it, raised it up and drank it all in one gulp. He looked down at the table and said, "Learn, let Xiao Jin learn from you!"

Hearing these words, Zhao Jin next to him breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Zhenxing nodded with a look of relief on his face. When he was about to speak, he choked, covered his mouth with his hand, and coughed violently.

Zhao Zhenxing couldn't stop coughing, and his waist was bent, with a look of pain on his face. Zhao Zhentang raised his head and looked at him with concern. He Cuihua hesitated for a moment, then filled a bowl of soup and put it on the table: "Zhenxing

, drink some soup and squeeze it down."

The coughing finally stopped. Zhao Zhenxing wiped his mouth with his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, sister-in-law, I'm going back first. I'll prepare Xiao Jin's martial arts attire tomorrow morning and let him go to my place."

After saying that, he left his seat and wanted to reach out and touch Zhao Jin's forehead, but he retracted his hand after extending it. Zhao Jin was stunned and didn't even notice that Zhao Zhenxing smiled at him reluctantly.

I saw uncle Zhao Zhenxing’s palms were covered in blood.

The room was very quiet. When Zhao Zhenxing walked to the door, Zhao Zhentang asked angrily: "Are you still taking the medicine now? I'll catch it for you after you finish it!"

"I'm still taking it, but this medicine is just a squeeze, and it can't cure the root cause. Brother, please don't waste the money." Zhao Zhenxing turned around and turned around to go out.

"Xiao Jin, go see your uncle off." He Cuihua finally reacted, and Zhao Zhentang sighed again, filled the wine bowl, and drank it in one breath.

Zhao Jin followed Zhao Zhenxing through the yard. The monkey had already gone into his nest and slept. The yard was very quiet. It was said that the uncle and nephew had achieved their goal and they should be in high spirits at this time. But after the conversation just now,

The atmosphere was inexplicably dull, and both of them were silent until they reached the door.

"Xiao Jin, are you learning martial arts just to win?" Zhao Zhenxing, who was at the door, asked another question.

Zhao Jin thought for a while and replied cautiously: "Now I just learn it to win."

Upon hearing this ambiguous answer, Zhao Zhenxing smiled, did not continue, and turned around to go back to the house.

When Zhao Jin returned to the house, Zhao Zhentang's face was red from drinking. After seeing Zhao Jin, Zhao Zhentang cursed loudly: "A coward like you can learn martial arts. You will be scared to death just by seeing him beheaded.

Sooner or later I will come back crying."

He Cuihua was unwilling to continue this topic and urged Zhao Jin to go to bed quickly. Zhao Jin agreed and said,
Chapter completed!