bad youth

We stood at the gate of the yard and did not disturb these martial artists punching at all.They were very serious about each move. Zhao Iron Fist stood at the front of the team, looking at these martial artists with piercing eyes, and said a few words of boxing proverbs from time to time to remind them.

Suddenly a young man came across the line, thick and clumsy, it was Zhao Hongjun.

"Brother Hao, you are here!" Zhao Hongjun stood in front of us panting.

"Well, what do you want us to see?"

"Wait a minute, you'll see it right away." Zhao Hongjun turned around and looked at the martial masters in the yard.

At this moment, a bell rang in the corner of the yard.I saw an old man with gray hair, holding a yellow-orange bell in his right hand, which was ringing non-stop.After ringing a few times, Zhao Iron Fist in front of the team said: "Stop!"

Everyone stood up straight, motionless.Zhao Iron Fist ordered again: "Let's eat."

The crowd scattered and ran towards the corner, where there was a big cauldron steaming out, and they couldn't see what it was.Next to the cauldron, there are two bamboo baskets, inside the bamboo baskets are porcelain bowls and chopsticks.Everyone took the bowls and chopsticks and rushed to the cauldron to fill their bowls with rice.It turned out that Zhao Iron Fist had to take care of his disciples' meals when he accepted them.But this shouldn't be a difficult task for Zhao Iron Fist, right?So I'm still wondering what exactly Zhao Hongjun asked me to see.

I looked at Zhao Hongjun strangely, but Zhao Hongjun kept staring at those martial artists.After serving the rice, the martial artists walked to every corner, gathered together in twos and threes and started eating.There were also many martial artists gathered around us, and only then did I realize that there were two steamed buns in their bowls.A martial artist complained: "Why are there steamed buns and pickled vegetables?" The martial artist next to him said, "Yes, it's been a few days. Is Master in financial difficulty?" The previous martial artist said: " Probably not, master is so rich, he owns so many venues on Kaiyuan Road, and he also runs a big bar, how could he be short of money.” The latter martial artist threw his bowl and said, “Then we still have to eat these, no wonder we ran away A lot of brothers and sisters!"

I looked at Zhao Hongjun in surprise. Zhao Hongjun clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of stubbornness and humiliation.At this time, there was a dispute from the cauldron, and we looked up one after another, only to see the old man in charge of cooking said: "You have already eaten two steamed buns, you can't ask for more!" The martial artist in front of the cauldron said indignantly: "It's fine to eat steamed buns with pickles, why are you only given two steamed buns now?"

The old man said: "If you don't give it, you won't give it. I don't know why. You can ask Master Zhao!"

But Zhao Iron Fist had already entered the house, and couldn't hear the quarrels outside.The martial artist was still relentless, and he must make another steamed bun.Slowly, the whole yard became noisy, accusing the old man of not making more steamed buns. "We are all martial arts practitioners, how can we practice Kungfu without enough food?" "We cover so many scenes every day and help Master earn so much money, why can't we even have a full meal?" Not ready to come!"

"What a mess!" There was a sudden loud shout, and the yard fell silent immediately.I saw Peng Jiang standing in the middle, his eyes were wide open, obviously furious, and he said fiercely: "If you don't want to eat, get out!"

Peng Jiang's prestige was obviously quite high, none of the people dared to speak, they lowered their heads and picked up the bowl silently, only the sound of swallowing was heard for a while.Slowly, gradually someone chatted in a low voice.I asked Zhao Hongjun, "What's going on?"

Zhao Hongjun gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Hao, don't you see it? My family's economy has a big problem, and now I can't even pay for my disciples' meals! There used to be a forest bar in my house for these people to eat Far from being a problem. But now..."

"No." I said puzzledly, "Doesn't your father own a lot of entertainment venues? Why... so poor?"

"My dad covers those entertainment places and doesn't charge a cent!"

"Why?!" I was taken aback, this is something I didn't expect at all.

"My father said that people who practice martial arts should be chivalrous and righteous, and should not always talk about money. It is our duty to protect the weak and maintain peace. Therefore, the entertainment venues under my house are worth a lot. No money is taken."

"It's...not necessary, help people deal with problems and make some money..." I was stunned, and I didn't expect this to happen.

"My dad's ambition is to develop martial arts. It doesn't matter if he makes money or not, so he always takes money very lightly. There used to be a forest bar in my family. This bar was very profitable and could feed hundreds of people every day. Now ..."

Miao Wenqing next to him suddenly asked: "Your family is so poor, how can you afford such a big bar?"

Zhao Hongjun said: "It was Su Yaming who sponsored my dad, which is equivalent to Su Yaming helping my dad raise these apprentices. Of course, the condition is that when Su Yaming needs my dad, my dad must help. Like what happened to Su Xiaobai that day, My dad had to go. In fact, my dad did a lot of things like this. He was in great pain and felt he couldn’t help himself. But there was no way. "

"But later, in order to apologize, your father gave me the bar..."

"Yes, on the one hand, my dad wanted to apologize; on the other hand, my dad didn't want to be restrained by Su Yaming, so he gave you the bar!"

"But in this way, won't the economy be completely cut off? Why does your father need to..."

"As I said before, my dad has no idea about money, he just thinks it's enough. After giving you the bar, he still has some savings on hand. He wanted to invest in something, but he lost everything. Up to now I can't make ends meet…”

I sighed, I didn't expect Zhao Iron Fist to have such a difficult life, which made me feel a lot of guilt.

"Some time ago about my dad and Hei Yanluo, do you think my dad doesn't want to take revenge? But he can't afford it! Once the fight starts, it's all money. It's money when you open your eyes, and it's still money when you close your eyes. Someone is injured and needs to be treated? Someone If you die in a battle, you have to be buried? Some people go to prison and want to get money. Every move is money. Now I can’t even afford food. My dad can’t afford to fight this fight! There’s no other way but to bear it..."

As he spoke, Zhao Hongjun's eyes turned red again.He looked up at the sky, as if to prevent tears from streaming down his face: "A lot of brothers and sisters have run away these few days. There were three or four hundred people in the heyday, but now there are only more than 100 people left. If this continues, I will Dad is finished, my family is also finished..."

"Brother Wang Hao?" Suddenly a rough voice came.

I looked up and saw Zhao Tiequan and Peng Jiang walking together, and the martial artists who were squatting next to them all stood up and said hello.Zhao Tiequan waved his hands one by one, and finally came to me and said, "Brother, why are you here?" Then he held my hand and said, "Thank you for what happened that night. If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid Peng Jiang would... ...Ah. I rushed to visit the door in person to thank you, but I'm too busy these days..."

"You are so busy that you can't get away!" Zhao Hongjun yelled at his father: "You have no money, so I'm sorry to go empty-handed! Dad! Can you stop trying to save face? To tell you the truth, I will take Hao Brother called me here, just to let him see our family's plight, and see if he can return the Forest Bar to us!"

"Nonsense!" Zhao Tiequan was furious, and slapped him with a slap.

Zhao Hongjun covered his face and cried, "Why can't we tell? Our family can't even afford to eat, why can't we tell? Brother Hao is a righteous man, as long as we tell him, he will definitely help us!"

"No more nonsense!" Zhao Tiequan slapped him down again, and said angrily, "I sent the bar away, so there's no reason to come back? Go home and reflect on me!"

"No, no!" Zhao Hongjun was very stubborn.

Peng Jiang was in a hurry, but he couldn't persuade the father and son to quarrel, so he could only keep saying: "Red Army, stop talking."

The quarrel between the father and son also attracted the attention of other martial artists in the courtyard.Everyone stood up one after another, and all of a sudden, nonsense came: "Master is really out of money!" "Why do you give away such a big bar?" "We can't even afford food, let's go , alas. Master is a good master, but who doesn't need to eat..."

Zhao Iron Fist was still beating Zhao Hongjun, no one dared to dissuade him, some even put down their bowls and walked out the door.

Looking at this scene and hearing Zhao Hongjun's cries, I felt so uncomfortable that I almost said "Return the forest bar to you" on the spot.After all, I still have a sand and gravel factory, so it is not difficult at all financially.But the forest bar is not owned by me alone. All the leaders of the Black Tiger Gang have shares, and everyone must agree to give it away.

I called everyone aside and asked, "What do you think?"

Brick said with red eyes: "What are you looking at, give it back to others, they can't even afford to eat."

Everyone nodded one after another, they were indeed a group of loyal men.I was moved and was about to speak when Miao Wenqing said, "Don't you think they are putting on a show for us?"

"Hey, how are you talking?!" Brick was the first to be dissatisfied.

"That's right, do you still have a conscience?" Fist Tiger said angrily.

But the others didn't speak, instead they looked into the courtyard.Ye Zhan said: "It's really a well-intentioned scene."

Complaining martial artist, aggrieved son, angry father, anxious Peng Jiang...

Everything is just for us to see.Since Zhao Hongjun asked me to take a look at it this morning, the scene is already in full swing.

Zhao Iron Fist transferred the Forest Bar to me. How could Zhao Hongjun not know about this important event?How could other martial artists not know?

Miao Wenqing said leisurely again: "Actually, Brother Hao, have you already seen that they are acting?"