The Last Mecha

Chapter 49 Tea House, Two Things
"Brother, brother, that stinky tailor may have something to do!"

When he got home, Wu Yong quietly pulled his elder brother aside, his thief eyes circled around completely, and then he said in Wu Gou's ear in an extremely small voice.

"His two sons, since that day, have been beaten by me four times in two weeks, and then the tailor couldn't hold back his face. It is said that he beat his two sons severely last night, and made the neighbors scream. I heard."

"I understand what you mean." Wu Gou squeezed his chin, "His anger will not only be vented on his sons, two guys who are older than you have been knocked down four times when they meet, but if he has a brain, he will know , Someone taught you something behind your back."

"Hey, brother. Then you said that since he is a trainer, why didn't you teach his two sons?" Wu Yong was puzzled.

"There are so many practitioners in the world. Not every family has a systematic training method. Most of them rely on the master's advice, and it can't be achieved overnight. This person probably doesn't understand it well. His son learns? And practicing martial arts these days, it’s useless if you don’t become a dragon and phoenix among the people, how can you waste that time and money. If you are poor and rich in martial arts, you can go shopping on the street if you have no money.”

"Oh, it turns out that you are so powerful, you are going to become a phoenix?"

"Go, go, anyway, leave this matter to me. I'll tell you tomorrow. If he comes to you, take him there to find me."

"Is this safe? Do you want to tell Dad, I heard that he has practiced before."

"What the hell, dad knows that we two did this in private, so we can get rid of you and me. It doesn't matter if your brother and I have thick skins. Don't you think about yourself?"

Wu Yong rolled his eyes, immediately figured out the pros and cons, and readily agreed.

The next day, on a cloudy day, the sky was covered by gray clouds. When the sun occasionally showed its face, it sprinkled its poor light and heat on the earth, and was instantly buried.

In the morning, the Spinning Wheel Street next to Huaining Street was also crowded with people. 13-year-old Wu Yong walked through the crowd with a tiger-headed and tiger-headed appearance, carrying a hand-woven bamboo basket, which contained several pieces of clothes that his mother Xu Qiuyu had carefully mended.

He stopped in front of an old-fashioned small western-style building, and smiled innocently at the woman who was wiping the window sill with a rag.

"Mother Wang's mother, your blouse has been mended for you."

"Really? Let me see."

The woman put down the rag in her hand, wiped her sleeves with her hands, and then took the square and folded orange gown from Wu Yong's little hand.

"Oh yo yo, the hands of the Huainan people are so thin! Look at the repaired ones, they look like new ones, I'm even reluctant to wear them."

She grinned exaggeratedly, then put away her clothes, put the final payment after completing the preparations in Wu Yong's palm, and touched his head again.

Wu Yong nodded forward and was about to leave after expressing his gratitude, but he caught a glimpse of the man in the shadow of the wall from the corner of his eye.

Beard, thick shoulders, a pair of eyes shining coldly on his round head, he was wearing an off-white mandarin jacket, leaning against the wall with his feet up, one hand resting on the tip of his chin, his thick knuckles made his fingers appear thinner.

There is no doubt that it is the new tailor Zhang.

Making clothes requires not only craftsmanship, but also the accumulation of time in order to have a group of loyal customers.But relying on his laissez-faire to his two sons, coupled with his unreasonableness based on Lian's son, his business has gradually grown in the first two months of his arrival.

And even if those residents had heard about this matter, they would not say anything in line with the principle that more things are worse than less things, not to mention Zhang's tailoring skills are not bad.

But he didn't expect that his two sons would stumble in front of that kid from the Wu family.It's a trivial matter for a child to lose in a fight, the key is to lose face, and now the outside world has begun to spread that the things he practiced are fictional, just a piece of paper.

Tailor Zhang couldn't hold his breath, he didn't think about anything else, he just knew that if he didn't get back his position, he would have to be pointed out behind his back for a long time, which he couldn't stand.

When he saw that the child looked at him in panic, he turned his head and ran away, he couldn't help sneering in his heart, and started to chase after him.

Wu Yong's short legs have never been practiced before. Where is Zhang Tailor's opponent? He ran out less than ten steps before he was grabbed by the arm. His pair of watery eyes were full of tears. Cry out loud in the street.

"Don't cry!"

Tailor Zhang put on a haughty face, squeezed out three words abruptly from between his teeth, it was very useful, Wu Yong in front of him was frightened and motionless.

"Little ghost, you are young, I will not bully you, but I want you to tell me, who taught you those two hands?"

"It's my brother."

Wu Yong clasped his ten fingers together, and said pitifully.

"How old is your brother?"

"fifteen."

"Fifteen? Brat, don't lie to me just because you're young. If you mess with me, I still can't beat you to death."

"Oh, it's really my brother. I don't know. Anyway, he taught me. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to him now."

"You said, if it's a waste, if you waste a few more minutes of me, I'll give you a few slaps."

The plaque of Kang Kee Tea House is erected, and the second floor stands outside the road separated from Ocean Street by a wall.

The first floor is yellow earth, with unremarkable tables and wooden benches.The sweaty man was running back and forth with tea, and he didn't even bother to say "please use it slowly" when he was busy. Most of the people who drink water here are tired porters and coolies. They don't care about these things, they don't treat them all It's not bad to roll your eyes with muddy trousers.

But the second floor is different. In the large room with wooden structure, the tables and chairs form a large circle. Drinking a cup of tea here is several copper coins more expensive than downstairs. At least the outfit is clean and fresh.

In the middle of a circle of tables and chairs, there is a white-haired, skinny old man with a cracked wine gourd on his waist, and a folding fan in his hand, talking about storytelling.

He glanced at the inspectors of the City Council on the street who were far away, coughed twice, straightened his waist, and slapped the paper fan, saying that we should change things up and talk about something interesting. He took out a tattered cowhide book from his pocket, and on the cover were the words "Jin Ping Mei".

Somehow, the second floor of the originally sparsely populated teahouse was filled with people in less than 5 minutes, all with bright eyes, serious expressions, and eagerness to study, which can be called rare in the world.

In this crowded crowd, Wu Gou sat bored, fiddling with the old teacup in his hand, while listening to the Immortal Cave and Peach Blossom Spring on the stage, thinking that with his almost hundred-year-old identity as a martial god, such things Not too much.

Just listening to it, I suddenly feel that there is still some fun in the world.

Liu Shuying has already sent someone to give the news, saying that the matter of the Qi sword should be settled today, and he made an appointment to meet here, and he decided to do two things in one place.

The teahouse was quiet, except for the old man and the clapper in his hand, no one spoke, even if he walked heavily, he would be stared at by the righteous.

Just as we were talking about the climax here, a small head suddenly popped up at the top of the stairs. After listening to the old man's words curiously, his face flushed immediately.

But as to why he is popular, Wu Yong doesn't know, he still can only comprehend the indescribable age.

Wu Gou suddenly noticed that his younger brother popped his head and listened with great interest, and felt that the elder brother was a bolt from the blue. If his father and elder sister knew what he had taken Wu Yong to see, they would swallow him up.

So he pounced and dragged Wu Yong downstairs. Waiting for Wu Gou below was Zhang Tailor with a hostile face.

"Boy, you look a bit strong. I heard that you taught that brat? How about it? Practice?"

(End of this chapter)