Chapter 17 Going out

In the yard with the "Chen Jiyin Factory" brand, the roaring north wind swept through the treetops in the courtyard, adding a little more bleakness to the gloomy sky. The roof of the factory building with brick-based wooden walls is covered with snow, and the ice edges on the ruler hang on the edge of the eaves.

"Brother Qing, kill him!"

"Bda in the face!"

"Brother Qing, kick his balls!"

Compared with the gloomy and bleak sky, the yard was very lively, and the teenagers shouted from time to time. More than a dozen and a half students were surrounded by the snowy pool in the factory yard. The four corners of the snow pool were rammed with wooden pillars, and the pillars were tied with thick ropes, and the teenagers were lying on their stomachs.

When the teenagers shouted, two fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers in the snow pool were shaking off their arms and practicing.

Although it was a cold first month, the two teenagers in the snow pool were only wearing single clothes and trousers. Although their faces were frozen red, they were full of sweat and their heads were still hot.

The tall Zhu Jialiang squinted his eyes and patted Lin Yuqing on the shoulder.

"Brother Qing, come on, I'll give you two tricks today!"

Lin Yuqing, who was almost tired for an hour or two in the pool, waved his hand feebly.

"Jia Liang, I'll take a break. I'll take care of you when I come over!"

Lin Yuqing, who was so tired that he had no strength at all, supported the hemp rope with his arms and gasped for breath from the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month. That time, the third master took him out. The third master saw him lying in the snow nest on the road. For a moment, he picked up Zhu Jialiang home. When he was injured, he practiced in the yard. The two Even if it's a fan. In the past, when Zhu Jialiang did not come, he was the child king in the yard and the close person of the young master, but when this fight was picked up by Zhu Jialiang, the world changed.

The young master likes kung fu and often takes him when he goes out.

As soon as he heard this, Zhu Jialiang smiled again when he was staring.

"Gre at your future! If the young master let people talk about it that day, others can give you a break! Give me your eyes, I'm going to do it!"

With that, Zhu Jialiang took a step on one side and took Lin Yuqing's back.

Lin Yuqing, who was suddenly thrown down, screamed and finally got up. Zhang scolded and scolded.

"Dog said, you can really do it. I'll fight with you!"

Zhu Jialiang didn't say anything. Instead, he was able to suddenly throw Lin Yuqing, who had just stood up, again.

"My father said that as long as there is a breath, this martial arts must be practiced! If you practice well, you won't suffer losses for the rest of your life!"

After talking about kung fu, Zhu Jialiang fell again and threw Lin Yuqing into a dog to eat shit.

"Remember, freeze to death in the wind, starve to death and don't bow your head! The iron man, the kung fu at hand, scolding the street is the work of women!"

As soon as he got up, he pushed open the window and blew into the room. Chen Moran heard the words from the yard and looked at the snow pool in the yard.

"This beam!"

Although he shook his head, he looked at Zhu Jialiang standing in the snow pool. Chen Moran's face was full of appreciation. This Zhu Jialiang was not brought by himself. Before the New Year, when the third master went out to do New Year's goods, on the way back, he saw him with injuries on his body at that time. He lay in the snow by the roadside and "picked" him up from the street. Come on.

At the beginning, Chen Moran did not want to leave him, but because of the third master's face, he thought about waiting for him to wake up. When the third master asked, he knew that his family was from Hebei. Last year, his family was scourged by foreigners, and his parents died. He walked south with his younger brother and sister all the way. With the skills of primary school, a person set up stalls at the street to earn money all the way to Shanghai, but who would have thought that after setting up stalls in Shanghai for a few days, he was almost harmed by a group of local ruffian.

The third master was kind-hearted. It was not easy for the poor child to drag his two brothers and one sister here. He begged himself to keep him. There were only four more people in the yard.

At the beginning, he was left to hinder the third master's face, but later, when he saw him practicing martial arts in the yard early in the morning, Chen Moran's eyes shined. This man was simply a bodyguard given by God to him. Every time he went out, he was worried. He was right to have two hands around him.

Just like now when Zhu Jialiang is free, he will teach everyone to practice martial arts. The waste pool originally used to make snow in the yard has naturally become a martial arts practice field, but now it is more painful to fall on it than on the ground.

"Ha ha! Young master, if you come from Jialiang, the yard will make a lot of noise!"

The voice behind him made Chen Moran turn around. I don't know why. The third master came into the room with a basin of hot water in his hand and a towel on the basin. Seeing this scene, Chen Moran couldn't help frowning.

"Third Master, you did this job. Didn't I say it earlier? I'll just wash my face outside by myself!"

"Young master, I'm thinking that you should wake up at this point and bring a basin of hot water! I wanted Juanzi to come, but I thought I would send it by myself.

Wang Desan put the washbasin on the shelf with a smile.

Although the young master is close to people, he still has some rules. His room is the same as the factory. He doesn't allow outsiders to come in. He only goes to this room. Juanzi is Zhu Jialiang's sister, but people outside the house can't enter.

"Third master, I'm not a useless person. I can do this kind of work by myself!"

Chen Moran, who got up and dressed, said unhappily that he had always respected the third master, and there was no way to let him serve him like this.

"The next time... let Juanzi bring it!"

When he spoke, Chen Moran looked at the wooden door leading to the factory. If he really couldn't do it, just turned around and locked it.

"Zi..."

Take out a stack of 50 yuan silver dollar coupons from the drawer. Chen Moran casually put the money in his wallet. From a year ago to now, the most important task every day is to "spending money". The silver dollar coupons of the millions of China-Russia Daosheng Bank printed is really a pity to abandon, especially because he has limited money and needs to be big. When the amount of dollars is calculated to calculate the numbering rules.

As soon as he went out, Chen Moran saw Zhu Jialiang in the snow pool and grabbed Lin Yuqing, turning his hand and dragging him behind him.

"Step up, take out your sleeves, stick to your side, your legs should go in, and your waist should be hard..."

During the teaching, Zhu Jialiang exerted his strength. Ouch, Lin Yuqing was thrown into the snow pool again.

Lin Yu, who was in pain and lay on the ice and didn't want to get up again, came up and pointed to Zhu Jialiang standing there.

"The dog said, today... I'll teach you how to read! Let the young master clean you up..."

Chen Moran, who was standing by the door, heard that Lin Yuqing was lazy and walked over with a straight face.

"Yu Qing!"

"Young master!"

Lin Yuqing, who was originally lying in the snow pool, listened to the young master's voice and took care of the pain on his body. He quickly patted Xuezi on his body and stood up.

"You really live and go back. Do you remember what I said before?"

When he spoke, Chen Moran looked like he hated iron but not steel.

"Remember!"

"Tay it again and I'll listen!"

"Jian Liang teaches everyone to practice martial arts, and I teach everyone to read!"

The young master's questioning made Lin Yuqing's head lower. Like Zhu Jialiang's martial arts, his father may have a pedantic life, but he taught himself to be able to read and cut off words. Even the young master occasionally asked him for advice in this yard. From the first day of junior high school, the young master set rules, practicing martial arts for half a day in the morning and learning to read in the afternoon.

"Third Master, Yu Qing is not allowed to eat at noon today. Look at the horse steps of him for three hours and remember his surname for a long time!"

"Young master!"

Before Zhu Jialiang begged for mercy for Lin Yuqing, Chen Moran stared. He quickly lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Jiliang, go out with me!"

As soon as the door was opened, there was a Western-style carriage parked at the gate. Man Shun was waiting respectfully. The young master rented a carriage for such a long time. Everyone in the line knew that at ten o'clock in the morning, the young master was allowed to use the car and wander around the city of Shanghai. When he came back yesterday afternoon, the young master ordered to wait in front of the door. Yes.

"Go to the French Concession!"

Before he got on the bus, Chen Moran said something to Man Shun.

When the carriage walked on the road for a while, Zhu Jialiang looked up at the young master with his eyes half closed. Thinking of Lin Yuqing, who was punished at home, he hesitated and shouted.

"Young master!"

"Huh?"

Opening his eyes and looking at the hesitant Zhu Jialiang, Chen Moran understood what he wanted to say.

"Do you want to plead with Yu Qing?"

Zhu Jialiang, who scratched his scalp and was not good at words, pleaded for Lin Yuqing.

"Young master, Ah Qing has that temper, that is, talking about it! I still can't read 20 words. He is more anxious than anyone else. He forces me all day long. If I say I won't learn, he will definitely scold me for not promising. How can he not teach?

Zhu Jialiang's words made Chen Moran shake his head. He didn't understand what he meant.

"Jianliang, I hate that iron is not steel!"

"Hey hey, young master, I know that I'm just practicing. A Qing has read books and is smart. I told him that in the future, I can be the young master's dart head, and he must be the young master's account!"

Listening to Zhu Jialiang's arranged future for him and Lin Yuqing, Chen Moran was happy.

"Jialang, you mean, you want to be my dart head?"

"Hmm!"

At that time, Zhu Jialiang clenched his fist.

"Young master, if it hadn't been for those scoundrels and holding guys before the New Year, I wouldn't have been my opponent. I could fight at least five by myself!"

A look at him, Chen Moran pondered for a moment and took out the pistol he almost threw away from his arms.

"What if the person you meet in the future takes a gun?"

Seeing the young master take out the foreign gun, Zhu Jialiang was stunned at first. Listening to the young master's words, his face was gloomy.

"Young master, my father said that no matter how good the boxing practice is, he can't catch up with the foreign gun!"

While talking, Zhu Jialiang looked at the palm-sized foreign gun in the young master's hand again and again. His father died at the muzzle of the foreign devil. From then on, he wrote down this deadly thing.

Looking at Zhu Jialiang's look when he looked at the pistol, Chen Moran knew that he wanted the gun.

"Do you want it?"

Nodded and then shook his head again.

"Young master, your legs and feet are not good, you can't practice martial arts, you can defend yourself with a foreign gun, I have this"

Zhu Jialiang raised his fist.

"That's enough!"