Yang Ruoqing gave Li Dayer a reserve price, then handed him the task of negotiating with the original owner, and then left here first to wander around the nearby Wa City.

"Qing'er, although Uncle Chang Geng and I don't know how to make tofu, I heard from your parents that making tofu is very hard."

In Wa Market, Yang Ruoqing was sweeping the vegetable stalls, and Chang Geng followed her and said.

"The people in our transportation team have to travel on the road. You can't make tofu alone."

"What should we do if we can't use our hands?" the man asked.

Yang Ruoqing picked up two eggplants and looked at them, and smiled when she heard this.

"Uncle Chang Geng, I want to have a date with you," she said.

"who?"

"Sister Xiaoyu."

"Ah? What do you want her to do?"

"Ask Sister Xiaoyu to come over and help me make tofu, I'm afraid you and Aunt Guihua won't be able to bear to come here," she said.

Chang Geng smiled: "Don't tell me yet, your aunt and I can't let go, that's for sure."

"But that girl Xiaoyu is probably very happy!" he said.

"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

Chang Geng said: "When I went home, Xiaoyu was nagging me for a long time and wanted to join our transportation team, but I gave him a scolding."

"She saw that a girl like you could climb mountains, and she wanted to do it too."

"But she is not as good as you, Qing'er. You have good foot strength and great skills. That girl Xiaoyu is just a pure girl..."

"Well……"

Yang Ruoqing held her forehead.

Uncle, am I not pure?

"Uncle Chang Geng, please go back and ask Sister Xiaoyu what she wants. If she is willing, let her come here to help me manage the tofu shop."

Yang Ruoqing said.

"We have found a shop and a place to live, and the environment is not bad."

"We two girls happen to have a companion. Later, when you go back and forth to deliver goods, you can also come and stay here in the shop. We can see each other several times a month!"

"Tangyaozi and Brother Ning are both at the military camp outside the town. They are taking care of you. Don't let Aunt Guihua worry about you!"

"Okay, I'll tell them when I get back this time!"

…

Behind the military camp is a remote jujube forest.

Very few people come to this place.

A figure is practicing Zama Step, punching and kicking in the woods.

He broke off a long branch in his hand, imitated the movements of the soldiers on the training ground, and stabbed it out again and again.

"Hey!"

"ha!"

"..."

Repeatedly without getting tired of it.

The bright sunlight under the southern sky shines through the gaps in the jujube trees overhead.

Covering his body, the wheat-colored skin was covered with crystal clear beads of sweat.

His handsome and three-dimensional facial features reveal tenacity and perseverance.

Repeat the same action a hundred times and strive to achieve perfection!

It was very quiet in the forest, there was no wind.

Sweat made his clothes wet, then dried again, then became wet again...

He practiced over and over again as if he was tireless, and everything around him gradually became blurry...

A burst of ridicule suddenly reached his ears.

"Haha, I thought who was hiding here and doing cat boxing for a long time, but it turned out to be Luo Fengtang from the kitchen?"

Luo Fengtang withdrew his fists and feet and turned around.

Not far behind me, under a jujube tree, there was an unknown man.

The man had his arms folded in front of his chest, his face had a Chinese character, and there was another scar on his face.

Luo Fengtang recognized him at a glance as Zhong Zheng, the chief instructor of General Zhu's Feihu Army.

This Zhong Zheng, he had dealt with him twice.

One time, General Zhu led his troops to encircle Heifeng Village.

The second time was the last time he was sent to attack Sazaozhuang.

Domineering and arrogant, this is what Luo Fengtang said about him.

Over there, Zhong Zheng glanced at the branch held by Luo Fengtang, and smiled again.

"A cook should also learn how to cook?"

"At least you can get a sword or a spear."

"What are you holding? Branches? Or the fire sticks from your kitchen? It's embarrassing, hahaha..."

"What do I take and what does it have to do with you?"

Luo Fengtang said coldly, then looked away.

He picked up the clothes he had put aside and planned to leave.

However, Zhong Zheng rushed over and blocked Luo Fengtang's path.

"Where are we going?" Zhong Zheng asked.

Luo Fengtang looked at Zhong Zheng coldly: "What are you going to do?"

"What are you doing? Ha..."

Zhong Zheng smiled ferociously, "You're leaving before I finish speaking? You won't give me face? Huh?"

Luo Fengtang frowned, "Don't provoke me!"

Zhong Zheng was startled for a moment, then laughed even more wildly.

"You've already been relegated to the kitchen to cook, and you still pretend to be aloof like me? I'm going to teach you how to be a good person now!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Zheng raised his hand and punched Luo Fengtang in the face.

Luo Fengtang turned to one side to avoid Zhong Zheng's punch.

He jumped aside, his anger was aroused.

"Zhong Zheng, don't blame me for being rude if you do this again!"

Luo Fengtang said, clenching his fingers into fists.

He punched the air with his fist, and Zhong Zheng's face was full of shame and anger.

"Hmph, no one's welcome, let's see the truth behind the fist!"

Zhong Zheng clenched his fist as big as a sandbag and attacked Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang gritted his teeth and stepped forward with fists.

The two men's fists collided, their legs kicked together, and they started fighting.

Luo Fengtang was born as an Orion and fought with lions and tigers for his life.

He was born with great strength, and his fist hit Zhong Zheng, causing Zhong Zheng to grit his teeth and crack his mouth in pain.

As the chief instructor of the Flying Tiger Army, Zhong Zheng teaches the training of thousands of soldiers under his command.

Although his strength and ruthlessness are not as good as Luo Fengtang's, compared to Luo Fengtang's instinctive and unstructured moves.

Zhong Zheng took the advantage.

Every punch and every kick has gone through strict and standardized training.

Moreover, Zhong Zheng was a martial arts practitioner himself. Before joining the army, by chance, he became a disciple of a folk martial arts expert.

It was only through the guidance of that expert that I was able to secure my position as the chief coach of the Flying Tiger Army.

At this moment, he only thought that he could knock Luo Fengtang down with a few punches.

Unexpectedly, Luo Fengtang was not a soft persimmon.

Zhong Zheng was completely annoyed, roared, and used his fists and kicks.

Specially attack Luo Fengtang's weaknesses.

After a few rounds, Luo Fengtang gradually fell behind.

"Bang!"

Zhong Zheng hit Luo Fengtang hard on the nose with a left hook.

Luo Fengtang took a few steps back and wiped the nosebleed from his face, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Humph, when you were encircling and suppressing bandits and dictating things, I just felt displeased with you!"

Zhong Zheng snorted coldly.

"If you fall into my hands now, I won't give you a hemiplegia. I don't have a surname of Zhong. Just wait and see!"

Zhong Zheng raised his fist again and rushed towards Luo Fengtang.

That fist was powerful and powerful, seeming to destroy everything.

Coupled with Zhong Zheng's red eyes, Luo Fengtang's heart suddenly tightened.

He knows that his strength is not as good as Zhong Zheng's, and if he continues to confront him head-on, he will definitely suffer the loss!
Chapter completed!