Baojian

Chapter 4 Compensation
Mr. Liu is 84 years old this year. He has experienced many storms and waves in his life. He is not afraid of changing people's fate against the sky and suffering the scourge of God to reduce their lifespan.

It's just that even the expert who taught him the technique of face-to-face can't use that kind of technique. Even if Mr. Liu wants to help Qin Feng, he still doesn't have the ability to defy the sky.

"Dad, let him go like this?"

After hearing his father's words, the second son of the Liu family, who had not yet completed his apprenticeship, couldn't help being stunned.

The Bajiquan method passed down by the Liu family inherits the lineage of Li Shuwen, the sharp gun, and can be said to be the most authentic Bajiquan method. If Qin Feng hasn't cultivated his inner strength, it's okay to only learn some styles.

But now Qin Feng is obviously just getting a glimpse of the way. If he can't take it under his family, according to the rules of the world, he should take back Qin Feng's kung fu.

"Second brother, there are not many people who are willing to learn martial arts now, so don't have that kind of narrow sectarianism anymore."

Mr. Liu naturally knew what his son was thinking, so he shook his head immediately and said: "Back then, Zen master Yang Lu stole his teacher Chen Changxing, and there is a good story passed down. Your master accepted apprentices without asking about their backgrounds. Could it be that I can't do it when it comes to your father? "

"Dad, I was wrong!"

After being taught a lesson by his father, Liu Jiacheng couldn't say a word, because the allusion that the old man said was almost well-known in the Jianghu.

Yang Luchan is the founder of Yang's Tai Chi. He was fond of martial arts since he was a child. Due to his family's poverty, he was forced to make ends meet. He worked in the traditional Chinese medicine shop "Taihetang" on Xiguan Street, Guangping Prefecture.

This pharmacy was opened by Chen Dehu from Chenjiagou in Jiaowen, southern Henan. Chen saw that Yang was diligent, loyal, reliable, smart and capable, so he sent him to work at his home in Chenjiagou, Jiaowen, southern Henan.

It happened that Taiji master Chen Changxing was using Chen Dehu's home to teach students. Yang was very envious and wanted to learn from his teacher, but he had too many things to do, and he was afraid that Chen would not accept him. Although he knew the taboos of the world, he was eager to learn art When the master and apprentice of the Chen family practice boxing, they watch from the sidelines, memorize certain moves by heart, and practice in private when no one is around.

Later, Chen Changxing discovered Yang Luchan's behavior. Seeing that he was a promising talent, instead of blaming him, he boldly abandoned sectarianism and taboos, and allowed him to formally learn Taijiquan in his spare time. This created a generation of Taiji master Yang Luchan.

"Grandpa Liu, Master Liu, thank you!"

Hearing the old man let him go, Qin Feng, who suppressed his disappointment in not being able to meet his teacher, bowed deeply to the two, turned and walked out.

As for what Old Master Liu said just now about his premature death, Qin Feng didn't quite understand it, but even if he understood it, he wouldn't take it to heart. He has been wandering alone with his sister for the past few years. Courage is not ordinary big.

Just when Qin Feng was about to step out of the yard, the old man suddenly said: "Little guy, come earlier in the future, there is no shortage of food for one person at home!"

"Grandpa Liu, I still have a younger sister." Qin Feng shook his head and declined the old man's kindness.

"Stupid kid, why don't you just bring it with you?"

Mr. Liu sighed. He knew the situation of Qin Feng's family for a long time, but because of Qin Feng's different appearance from ordinary people, Mr. Liu never helped him, but now that his time is approaching, he is not afraid of anything.

"Thank you, thank you Grandpa Liu!"

Hearing the old man's words, Qin Feng stopped suddenly, and his thin body trembled. He may not accept his help, but he is willing to pay any price if he can let his sister live a stable life.

Turning around slowly, Qin Feng knelt down to Mr. Liu in the courtyard, kowtowed respectfully, then got up and went into the night.

After Qin Feng left, Liu Jiacheng looked at his father and said, "Dad, I think this kid is also very affectionate. Why don't you want to accept him?"

"What do you know?"

The old man waved his hand and said: "This child has strange bones. If he can survive the catastrophe, he will either be a saint who helps the world or a hero in troubled times. But in my opinion, the latter is more likely..."

Liu Yunjiao lived a life of ups and downs, and he didn't return to his roots until his later years. He didn't want his descendants to be like himself. No matter how talented Qin Feng was, he didn't want to get too involved with him.

But the old man was kind-hearted after all, he looked at Qin Feng's brothers and sisters pitifully, if Qin Feng really survived the disaster in the future, he wanted to help the girl and let the Liu family bring her up.

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"I don't have to leave my sister at home alone at night..."

Although he failed to become a teacher, Qin Feng was still very happy, not because the brothers and sisters had their dinner, but because they didn't have to leave their sister alone to learn martial arts at night.

You know, if it wasn't for Rhubarb's protection some time ago, his "home" was almost broken into by a person with a bad nerve, and Qin Feng was worried for several days.

"Ah Feng, wait for me!" Qin Feng, who was rushing home, suddenly heard Liu Zimo's voice behind him, and quickly stopped, with a smile on his face.

After encountering an accident at home, Qin Feng, who was originally cheerful and lively, became reticent. Apart from being with his sister, he had no other friends. However, after coming to Cangzhou, he became friends with Liu Zimo. .

It was one afternoon more than three years ago, when Qin Feng brought his younger sister back to pick up rags, he was stopped by a group of middle-aged and middle-aged men who yelled at them as the king of rags.

At that time, Qin Feng had been stealing from his teacher for two years. Although he couldn't keep up with nutrition, none of these boys was his opponent. However, Qin Feng didn't take these ridicules to heart at all, and prepared to leave with his sister.

At this time, Liu Zimo, who had just been sent to the mainland by his father, appeared. He had practiced Bajiquan with the old man since he was a child, and his kung fu was much deeper than Qin Feng.

I don't know if it's because of the different education. Liu Zimo didn't look down on Qin Feng, but admired him for his behavior of bringing his younger sister alone. He even passed the Bajiquan formula to him in private, and the two became friends. .

"Zimo, thank you!" Qin Feng turned his head and said, "I'll take my sister there tomorrow, why are you chasing after me?"

"Tomorrow is tomorrow, today has today's business!"

As the most favored junior of the Liu family, Liu Zimo usually behaves well in front of his elders, but he seems more casual in front of his friends. He took out an object from his pocket, Liu Zimo handed it over, and said, "Ah Feng, this one is for you."

"Money? Why give me money?"

After seeing clearly the rolled ten-yuan bill in Liu Zimo's hand through the dark street lamp on the side of the road, Qin Feng's face became a little ugly, he shook his head and said, "Ah Feng, you have known me for so long, don't you know that I am temper?"

When his parents were alive, the most common sentence Qin Feng heard was from his father, "Sweat your own sweat, eat your own food, and rely on the sky and the earth to rely on your parents, you are not a real hero!"

After his parents passed away, although Qin Feng lived in a difficult life, he never forgot his father's words. Over the years, he picked up tatters, helped people harvest crops, and planted rice, but he never received favors from anyone for nothing.

If he hadn't watched his sister grow up day by day, she would have been delayed if she didn't go to school. I am afraid that Qin Feng would not accept Mr. Liu's kindness this time.

So seeing the money that Liu Zimo handed over, Qin Feng's expression changed on the spot. If it wasn't for his only friend, he might have turned around and left.

"Can I still not know your temper?"

Seeing Qin Feng's appearance, Liu Zimo couldn't help laughing, and said: "Here is 200 yuan, don't look at me, I don't have that much money for you, this is what grandpa gave you, he said you deserve it .”

"Deserve it?" Qin Feng was confused by Liu Zimo's words, "What did I do to give me so much money?"

At this meeting in 100, the monthly salary of railway workers was only about 200 yuan. It is not too little to give three to five yuan as a gift for a wedding banquet. For Qin Feng, [-] yuan was never thought of. It was a huge sum of money.

"Remember that snuff bottle you gave me?"

Liu Zimo said triumphantly, "Ah Feng, that is a treasure. I heard from my grandfather that it is a porcelain body and enamel painting snuff bottle made by "Gu Yuexuan". Maybe it was used by Lord Qianlong before."

"Wait, let me think about it..." Qin Feng seemed to understand a little bit, "Are you talking about the transparent glass bottle with something painted on it?"

More than a month ago, Qin Feng picked up a glass bottle. After washing it, he found that there were paintings inside, which were very exquisite.

The glass was worthless, so he didn't sell it, and gave it to Liu Zimo. Qin Feng knew that his good friend often secretly gave Qin Jia something to eat, and when he found something interesting, he immediately thought of it. Liu Zimo.

Seeing Qin Feng thinking about it, Liu Zimo nodded repeatedly, and said, "Yes, that's the one. Hey, Ah Feng, my grandfather said this is a treasure. If it wasn't for the bottle mouth being damaged, I could change the house!"

"It's so valuable?"

Qin Feng was a little dumbfounded when he heard this. Even in this urban-rural fringe area, a house would cost several thousand yuan. How could such a broken glass bottle be worth so much money?
"What do you know, it's called an antique, you don't sell waste paper and weigh it by the catty!"

Liu Zimo stuffed the money into Qin Feng's hands while talking, and said: "My grandfather said, it's not good for you to take too much money. From now on, you brothers and sisters will live and eat at our house, and I will give you the rest of the money !"

(End of this chapter)