The Last Mecha

Chapter 25 Mother-in-law tattooing, martial arts hall
At noon, Yangjing Street, which is three alleys away from the Breton Chamber of Commerce in the concession, is relatively close to the western-style house area, and the house style fully reflects the title of Jiangsong International Architecture Expo.

Baroque, Gothic, Japanese and even Isulan architectural styles can be seen here, and Xia's architectural masters also integrated Chinese design concepts into it, which is quite a combination of Chinese and foreign.

In the middle of Yangjing Street, among a group of gorgeous buildings, is an inconspicuous restaurant.Most of the wood is of low quality, and the space utilization rate is high. It looks like a Japanese style, but the window sills and the bottom of the wall are Chiyou and Yanhuang woodcarvings in the Chinese style.Westerners who came from overseas could not tell the difference between the style of Xiaguo and Fusang, and things happened from time to time to give thumbs up and praise the majesty of Fusang.

There is not a lot of space in this restaurant, there are not many people, and the word "Yanwutang" is written squarely in italics at the top.

There are some cheap ink paintings on the four sides of the hall, military and military themes, and two glass cabinets, each containing a cheap sword with a delicate appearance.There were long wooden tables and benches in the middle, and a few waiters with a North Jiangsu accent spoke non-standard greetings from various countries, serving cups of hot tea and small dishes such as peanuts and nuts.

At first glance, one would think that this place is one of the hundreds of ordinary teahouses in Jiangsong, but the price of tea and snacks here is five to six times higher than that of the teahouses outside, and there are all kinds of visitors. Have a chance to see you.

The 17-year-old boy wears a long white dress without patterns, and wears a long sword inlaid with jade on his waist. , I just haven't seen the blood.

More importantly, it is just a sword. At present, weapons are only divided into two categories, those that participate in Qi and those that do not.

With bored eyes on his face, in front of him was a glass of bottomless chrysanthemum tea and a plate of pine nuts, and bursts of Peking Opera tunes could be heard in his ears.

"Peng Ju'er stands in the thatched cottage and listens to his mother. A good man should be famous all over the world. I want to teach my son to grow up for my mother for [-] years, but I only hope that my son will have great ambitions to help protect the family. I am afraid that my son will not be able to strengthen his ambition, so The tattoo will always be in my heart."

Diagonally ahead, on the scarred wooden platform, the faces of men and women are poignant, and the facial features on the three-tile faces can be described as moving, but it is a pity that few listeners and even fewer know it.

".The stabbing hurt my son's body and mother's heart. My son endured the pain and had nothing to say. A little bit of blood and ink stained his clothes. After the stabbing, the four-character word is in a trance, and the heart is full of loyalty."

At the end of the song, there was no one applauding, only the young man tapped twice on the table with his fingertips. The disfigured faces on the stage tidied up for a moment, smiled and went to him to collect the money, and then returned to the backstage.

""Tattooing of Mother-in-law", Beijing opera, it's rare for people of my age to point out this kind of drama."

A strange voice came from beside his ear, and then Wu Gou, wearing a rough cloth, sat beside him with strides, and beckoned to the waiter, "Bring me a good pot of tea, my brother."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the 17-year-old boy with a serious look on his face, "I respect my loyalty the most, and I dare to ask your name."

"It's not your surname, Liu Shuying."

The boy's eyes rolled around, and he was dubious about Wu Gou's words.

Hearing the name, Wu Gou had a look of surprise in his eyes, which quickly disappeared, "Why not? I know that Liu Changsheng is a pioneer who runs a foreign firm and factory, and is the pioneer of Westernization promoted by the governor. They all say that now under their leadership , Great Xia is already a mighty dragon, and the battleships and chariots of Breton are powerful, and sooner or later we will be able to build them, and the Kingdom of Heaven will return to the past, just around the corner."

"Just around the corner? I think it's a big night."

Liu Shuying was also polite, and drank the new tea Wu Gou ordered in one gulp.

"You talk about running a foreign firm and opening a factory. Whether Liu Changsheng or Li Changsheng can do this kind of thing, as long as he has capital, a bright mind, and good connections, what's the problem? Is it difficult to hire foreign technicians at a high price? They are overseas. He’s not a great mechanic, he’s eager to earn this money, why didn’t he think about stealing technology? Because that’s the red line of foreign devils, he dare not get into trouble, or even lose his head secretly.”

"Take the emperor's subsidy and do things that are worthless. The current Great Xia can't build warships, and even if there are a thousand more factories of that kind, they still can't build them. The Western Qi metal technology every few years They are all changing generations, and the gap between them will only get farther and farther. Now they can only show off their power in the coastal areas. What will happen in another ten years? Ghost knows."

Liu Shuying didn't vomit all the unhappiness in his heart, nor was he a fool who would confide in an unknown stranger.

In fact, Liu Changsheng did more than that. He did not do less in private, cheating work and deducting work. A large amount of real gold and silver eventually flowed not to heavy industry, but to Watson & Co. He and Xia Guo were fighting against themselves Small-minded businessmen make no difference.

And Wu Gou knew this very well. Liu Shuying was his comrade-in-arms for later generations. During the years of heavy artillery fire, he often heard the boy in front of him sitting on the camp bed, telling his childhood memories.

He smiled, cracked open a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth, "If you say that, you're belittling your father to nothing."

"I didn't demote him. He is just a businessman. Businessmen value profits. This has been the case since ancient times, both at home and abroad." Liu Shuying said lightly.

"Then, in your opinion, what is saving the country?" Wu Gou asked.

"I don't know. You read in the evening paper that literati shouted 'Mr. Sai' every day, but I'm not that material. The only thing I can do is this."

As Liu Shuying spoke, she raised the sword in her hand.

"Learn martial arts?"

"Not entirely true. Martial arts alone are not enough in today's world. Fighting a war is not something one person does. Military martial arts with Qi metal are different from the past, and we have to keep up with the times." Liu Shuying raised her head, her eyes sparkling, "I'm going to Jiang Song University, go to martial arts."

At that time in Daxia, special military academies were still in preparation, and the new schools in various big cities took on the task of training new officers in the form of martial arts, and the martial arts of Jiangsong University was one of the best.

As soon as Liu Shuying finished speaking, Wu Gou raised his teacup lightly and said, "I didn't expect to meet someone with the same aspirations here, it's really fate."

"You also want to take the martial arts test?"

The other party swam past Wu Gou with suspicious and vigilant eyes.

The family background is average, the body is capable but not strong, and the spirit is very good.He has definitely practiced and has good talent, but it is a pity that the time of practicing martial arts is not very long, at most it will not exceed three years.If you try to learn from each other, I'm afraid you won't be your opponent.

This was Liu Shuying's impression of Wu Gou after some observation.

But at this moment, a loud shout at the gate interrupted the communication between the two, and a young man with a knife hanging from his waist was seen striding forward, and the black feathers outside the light armor fluttered in the wind.

The so-called Martial Arts Hall was built for the purpose of practicing martial arts.

(End of this chapter)