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Chapter 418 Tianjin Martial Art Museum

It is said that when Shen San was thinking of a name for his son, he didn't actually want his son to practice martial arts. He wanted his son to be like Mr. Sun Wen, so he used a word in the other's name and called it Shen Wen.

Of course, the word Wen also has the meaning of cultural and literary talent, and it also places Shen San's high hopes. He thinks that his family has practiced martial arts for generations, and there must be a scholar.

But who would have thought that as his son grew up, not only did he not develop a good habit of loving reading, but under the influence of his family background and many disciples in the martial arts hall, he quickly fell in love with martial arts.

Shen San refused to let him learn, so Shen Wen secretly practiced.

So much so that when he was ten years old, he was able to beat all children under the age of 14 outside and became the king of children.

Of course, Shen Wen was often beaten for this, but when Shen San hit him, Shen Wen didn't say a word, no matter how heavy the stick was, even if the stick was broken, Shen Wen wouldn't hear a cry of pain.

But in the end, Shen San really gave up, because after more than 10 years, he discovered that his son was indeed not the material for learning to read, but was very talented in martial arts, so he also accepted it as a junior apprentice in the gate wall.

"Hey, Master Chen is here." The second disciple Qian Hu was happy after seeing Chen Nian, and a gap was opened in the middle of the big beard on his face, revealing his slightly yellowed teeth.

"Don't dare to be, dare not be, I just came here not long ago, how can I be called a master?" Chen Nian said modestly.

But in his heart, he thought that although the bearded man in front of him looked fierce and powerful, in fact, if the opponent fought with him, Chen Nian was confident that he could make the opponent take less than 5 seconds, so he knelt down and begged himself.

Beg yourself not to die.

Although it is the period of the Republic of China, it is illegal to beat someone to death.

"Hahaha, Master Chen is being modest. Although you are as weak as a chicken, we are not as good as you in cooking." Qian Hu laughed and said.

It's just that such a straightforward metaphor made Chen Nian still couldn't help but have three black lines hanging from his forehead. This guy's EQ is indeed a little low.

But such people are usually very loyal.

Just after hearing what Qian Hu said, Tang Dechun said angrily after the old age: "Huzi, don't make people worthless. Although Master Chen has not practiced martial arts, his body is very good. He is also tall, if he has practiced martial arts since he was a child like you, he is not necessarily inferior to you now, you are like a dog who sees people as inferior!"

"Brother, then I'm not convinced when you say that, do you mean it? I can't beat Master and you in the martial arts gym, and I'm not afraid of anyone else!" Qian Hu said unconvinced.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Tang Dechun realized that his love was the first sight: "If you don't accept it, you have to hold back. If you have the ability, you can compare cooking with others."

"Forget it, I poke my head and look in the kitchen every day. I recognize all the dishes, but if I chop them up and put them in the pot, turn them over, hey! Guess what? I don't recognize any of them!"

I don't know why, but Chen Nian feels that they are born with a sense of joy when they speak, and each of them is like talking about cross talk when they are talking.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, Master Chen is also the chef we invited. Although he is young, he is also approved by Master Sun. Don't you know Master Sun's craftsmanship?" At this time, the head chef Shen San spoke.

Worthy of being the head of the sect, his words are extremely majestic.

The voice is calm and powerful, full of air.

After a few words, Qian Hu, who dared to contradict his senior brother Tang Dechun just now, only had a hey smile on his face.

"Master, I know, I wish I could let the kitchen make some delicious food every day, eat well every day, and when I practice martial arts, I will have energy in my body, and I will be beaten by a thief!"

But Chen Nian didn't come out this time to greet them.

On the one hand, they want to recognize them, and on the other hand, they want to wait a while for the master chef here, Sun Fuquan, to come out, and then go out to buy some food together.

It's morning now, and it's time to make lunch in a while.

After a while like this, a little old man with a hunched back came out from the back hall. Although his waist was bent at a full 30 degrees, Chen Nian found that the other party did not strenuously walk, but looked very flexible and light.

After Sun Fuquan came out, several martial arts disciples also nodded respectfully, including Shen San, who also greeted Sun Fuquan politely.

After Sun Fuquan accepted it, he also respectfully said to Shen San: "Third Master, then we will go out to buy vegetables first. I will ask Xiaonian to sort out the expenses for this month and report to you later."

"Okay, Master Sun, let's go slowly, I'm going to start practicing with my apprentices."

Sun Fuquan nodded and led Chen Nian out of the martial arts hall.

Walking out of the martial arts hall, it was the first time for Chen Nian to see Tianjin in this period.

The Martial Arts Hall is located at the mouth of Wang Shisan Hutong in the northeast corner of the old city of Tianjin. It covers an area of ​​three acres and four quarters. Of course, this is also related to Shen San's influence. A third master.

But because the location is in the old city, the surroundings look a bit dilapidated, and the passers-by who are walking also look bitter.

But looking into the distance, Chen Nian can still see some towering bell towers and many white domed buildings standing in the city.

"Don't look at it, it's the French Concession, the domain of foreigners. In Tianjin, if you provoke other martial arts schools, you will be beaten. If you are serious, according to the rules of the road, at most you will lose your arms and legs, but if you provoke such a foreigner... Even if this life is useless, there are plenty of ways to punish you." At this time, Sun Fuquan felt Chen Nian's gaze, and reminded him kindly.

Chen Nian nodded, he naturally knew that the power of foreigners was rampant during this period.

Just as he finished speaking, Chen Nian saw a muscular bald man wearing only a rough jacket on his upper body running out from an alley in front of him chasing several French soldiers.

The guns on those French soldiers somehow got into the hands of the burly man, but the burly man didn't seem to like to use guns. After running for two steps, he felt that it was cumbersome, so he smashed it to the ground, and then keep on chasing!
When Chen Nian saw the situation, he let out a laugh.

It belongs to the fine tradition.

But Chen Nian laughed a few times and then shook his head and sighed, thinking that this guy is so impulsive, maybe he won't have any good juice to eat afterwards.

This was just a small episode, and it was already commonplace for Sun Fuquan. After all, most martial arts practitioners had a bad temper, so naturally they couldn't stand excessive bullying and oppression.

Soon, when we arrived at the vegetable market, there were many people setting up stalls here. There were all kinds of vegetables, meat, fish, chicken and ducks. After all, it was located on an important traffic road and next to water.

The so-called rely on mountains to eat mountains, rely on water to eat water, and rely on intersections to eat everywhere.

The crowing of chickens and ducks can be heard endlessly, and there is a river of blood in front of the fish killing stall. Here, the stall owner usually kills the fish after the guests have picked them.

Sometimes they don't pick up a basin, but kill fish on the ground, let out blood and scrape their scales.

It's like a murder scene.

This is the northern vegetable market in the early days.

"Although we have everything here, but it is not as good as the British, French and Italian vegetable markets. Most people can't enter those places. Most of the customers are wealthy Chinese and foreign families. Especially the British vegetable market is guarded by British soldiers. , ordinary people can’t get close to it.”

Hearing this, Chen Nian couldn't help slandering inwardly: "What's so awesome? Aren't we all going to be kicked out in a few decades?"

"What's the big deal? There's nothing you can do in future generations."

　After twelve o'clock, but not counting the update of the new day, there should be more updates on the new day

　　
　
(End of this chapter)