"ah......"

The second sound was a loud scream.

The one who made the sound was Su Yourong. She had just cooked the porridge and came out of the kitchen room when she saw Zhou Qinchuan fighting with her boss. She was shocked and couldn't help but scream.

Only Xiao Ji, who was planning to enter the kitchen to make pancakes, did not make any noise, but stood still and watched with relish, as if there was a good show in front of him.

"Bang! Bang!" After two muffled sounds, there were two low cry of pain, and then the entire courtyard returned to silence.

......

"Young Master, sit down!"

Uncle Dong helped Zhao Zitong into the lobby. After he sat down, he brought the porridge bowl to Zhao Xiucai's mouth with his left hand, held the chopsticks in his right hand and sent it to the porridge bowl with a piece of broken cake.

The service was so thoughtful that he almost ate for his own son.

"Uncle Dong, there is no need to be so, my injury is not serious."

Zhao Zitong said helplessly with two dark circles.

I felt a little regretful and excited for a moment. Unexpectedly, Uncle Dong was still there. If I had known, I would not have taken action in the yard.

Uncle Dong couldn't stand his hobby of using martial arts as a literati, and he talked about it every time he saw him.

Today, he was injured, and Uncle Dong was more concerned about his injuries and was spared.

As for the two injured eyes, Zhao Zitong did not take it seriously.

It was a bit painful to be hit at that time, but it was precisely because of this that Zhao Zitong realized that the things he learned before were all useless.

The brother Zhou in front of me is a person with real talent and knowledge.

"It's not heavy yet, look at it, my eyes are blushed."

Uncle Dong said something and glanced at Zhou Qinchuan hatefully.

This kid, unexpectedly, was still a naughty man, and actually injured his young master.

You should know that the young master was talented since childhood and had a smooth journey of studying. When the master was alive, he was reluctant to touch his finger.

Later, he became a scholar's husband, and the master passed away, and few people could touch him.

Unexpectedly, I broke the verdict on this stinky brat today, hehe...

The more I looked at Zhou Qinchuan, the more unhappy he felt, the more he felt. His eyes turned into sharp blades and he wanted to cut into the other party's bones.

Zhou Qinchuan was sitting on pins and needles, squinted his neck, and lowered his head to eat.

Judging from Uncle Dong's expression, he knew that he had caused trouble.

The other party is old and is the inn shopkeeper, so he cannot be as knowledgeable as him, so he should be too timid.

Of course, I naturally had a different idea in my mind.

Why? The scholar can’t beat him?

Besides, Zhao Zitong took the initiative to come to the door to ask for a fight. Could it be that he would pretend to be a turtle with his head and let him use his skills and be satisfied?

I don’t have the habit of stopping. For no reason, I can’t just be honest just because he is the boss.

Of course, if the other party is willing to give some money, it is not impossible for them to consider in their current situation.

As for moral integrity, you can put moral integrity aside and solve the problem of food and clothing first.

Zhou Qinchuan thought of Zhao Zitong's previous experience in practicing boxing and kicking with others, and he found it funny.

After learning a few fights with a few roninmen, they can compete with others and end up losing with just one move.

No matter how you look at this, it was Zhao Zitong who was fooled.

All I teach are all fancy moves, and I won’t say that they are not very effective.

Just say that these old foxes who have been wandering around the world have to wander for many years. More or less, they must have some skills that can be a fake move that can be knocked down as soon as they touch it.

It actually took a long time to fight to narrowly defeat a literati who had just tried his best. Zhou Qinchuan didn't believe it at all if they were not doing a show.

With two dark circles on his eyes, Zhao Zitong took the pancakes and porridge handed to him by Uncle Dong, and looked at Zhou Qinchuan with great interest while eating.

The two dark circles, one left and one right, were extremely symmetrical, and were the masterpieces of Zhou Qinchuan's front-hand jab and straight back-hand punch. This was the result of his knowing that his opponent was a literati and deliberately retracting his strength.

If it weren't for the third combo from Uncle Dong and Su Yourong's silence and scream, the subsequent third combo would probably be a hook, either a belly or a chin. If this was done, Zhao Zitong's fate would be even worse.

"Brother Zhou, your fists are good. Can you teach me brother? Don't worry, I won't let you suffer a loss. Last time, I gave them a tael of silver to Shu Xiu. When I arrived at you..."

After this battle, Zhao Zitong obviously came back to the scene and knew that he had probably worshipped the fake temple before, and that the real god was in front of him.

"What, young master? You actually spent a little over to learn those martial arts styles?"

Uncle Dong exclaimed next to him.

Zhao Zitong wished he could hold his mouth, but why did he forget Uncle Dong again?

He had been ignored twice in one morning. It must have been because he had not woken up last night's wine. Yes, that's it.

"Young Master, what is the matter when reading the books of sages? You should make fame and honor, report to the court, and settle down with the common people..."

Uncle Dong seems to like preaching very much. When he gets an opportunity, he is like teaching Zhou Qinchuan and the other three a lesson. Balabala's beginning.

Zhao Zitong knew that she had missed her mouth, so she kept silent and became a turtle with a crunch.

He took the time to smile apologetically at Zhou Qinchuan, blinked one eye, and then continued to listen carefully.

This Zhao Xiucai was a little interesting. Zhou Qinchuan secretly said when he saw it, and then he thought that even the scammers in the world could get a tael of silver from him. Then he could not be less than this. Judging from his martial spirit, he has a way of doing it!

It seems that it won’t take long before money will be earned again.

After finally waiting for Uncle Dong to stop, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they could eat with a clean ear.

Unexpectedly, after drinking the porridge, Uncle Dong continued:

"By the way, young master, where did you get the one tael of silver you were cheated of?"

"This..." Zhao Zitong's face changed color suddenly. Damn, why did you forget this?

"Uncle Dong, come, try it. This pancake is very good. It is crispy and soft, not chewy at all. It also has millet porridge, and even oil is boiled. Tsk, it's really good..."

"Okay, young master, you have grown up since I was a child."

Uncle Dong interrupted Zhao Zitong:

"As long as you talk, you probably have a ghost in your heart. That tael of silver... Hiss, would you be a good object again?"

Speaking of this, the old shopkeeper couldn't even sit still. After drinking a few sips of porridge, he wiped his mouth and went to the backyard:

"No, I have to go and see. I have to keep the little property left by the master, and I can't let you defeat you anymore."

It seems that in his mind, Zhao Zitong felt a little bit like a child selling his son.

Seeing that Uncle Dong was gone, everyone finally relaxed completely.

"Boss, don't worry, my brother is kind and treats dirt like money. If you want to learn his skills, you will definitely not be able to practice anything.

Thinking back to the beginning, the brothers who were with their elder brothers learned their brother’s fists and feet without paying any money.”
Chapter completed!