Master of the city

"Who are you? Do we know each other well? "

Meng Hu is a kind of character. But hearing what Zhang Fan said seemed to know him, Meng Hu's tone also eased down.

"Oh, are we familiar? When I say "turn your back on others", I mean that you are like this. When I was a child, I always went to my home with a wound and cried to ask my grandfather to see you. Now I don't even know Laozi, do I? There were a lot of medicines for you at that time. I picked them for you when I went to the mountain. "

Zhang Fan arms chest, is very dissatisfied with the hum.

When Meng Hu heard Zhang Fan's words, he scratched his head a little. Then he suddenly realized that he slapped him on his head. "You are Zhang Banxian's grandson, brother Fanzi!"

"Yes, yes, you know me. Come and talk to me. How much do you owe me just for the medical and labor expenses of that year? Now you're coming to hit me with your head, aren't you? Do you have any conscience? "

Zhang Fan yawned. He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

"Well, brother Fanzi, we're here to find Lao Zhou's family, not you. Now that you're back, we'll take care of it later. How about having a drink together? "

Although Meng Hu is a scum, he is not a guy who doesn't understand kindness. After recognizing Zhang Fan, all he had left was a smiley face. From the bottom of his heart, he was not willing to get along with brother Fanzi, who had taken medicine to treat his wounds since he was a child.

"All right, let's break up and forget about it."

Zhang Fan waved his hand casually, just like driving away flies.

"Brother Fanzi, it's not good. It's the business of our Meng family and Zhou family..."

"What a home! Did you eat less pancakes baked by Aunt Zhou? Would you like to marry your sister to Meng Jianli

"Well, this Brother Fanzi... "

Meng Hu was scolded by Zhang Fan. He didn't know how to reply. Zhang Fan, this is really not a trick. Uncle Zhou and aunt Zhou are both kind-hearted people. When Meng Hu used to treat Zhang Fan at home, sometimes he would come around and bring him something to eat. Also always said that let him eat more good fast.

"Where you come from, where you go. Don't let me think you are a white eyed wolf. "

"Tiger, don't listen to this boy."

Just when Meng Hu hesitates and has some intention to retreat, Meng Youcai, who is leading a large army, catches up from behind. He grabs Hu Zi's shoulder and drags him to the back. Then Meng Youcai walks to Zhang Fan with his chest.

"I said, old Zhang, don't blame uncle for not giving your grandfather face. You know what happened to my three kids. It's hard to find such a daughter-in-law. I can't go back. You'd better get out of the way. Otherwise, how many of our Meng family's children can you block? "

How good is Zhang Fan? Meng Youcai really doesn't know. But Meng Youcai knows that Zhang Fan's grandfather is very capable. Just now, Zhang Fan just pinched the wrist of his two boys and threw them back. Moreover, the wrists of her second son are all swollen now, which shows that Zhang Fan's hands really have kung fu. But so what? You have kung fu in your hand. After all, it's hard to fight with two fists and four hands. The heroes can't stand many people. My Meng family's children are more than 20. What can you do as a dry boy?

"You have a lot of people, don't you? Do you think it will be useful if there are many people? How about this? We are all from the countryside. We can't look up and we can't look down. In a fight, no matter who hurt who, it will inevitably hurt the harmony. What do you think of this? I'll draw a picture. If any of you can match me. Then my surname Zhang doesn't say anything. I'll step aside. What do you like. You can't compare with me. Don't say anything. I said, "village head, what do you think?"

Zhang Fan's words take a look at Meng Hu behind the head of Meng Village. Meng Hu is also a lucky boy. He didn't want to quarrel with Zhang Fan. When he heard Zhang Fan say that he wanted to draw the way, he made a fight to avoid hurting his peace.

"I'm more than that. Uncle Youcai, are we afraid of him alone? Young and old, don't you

"Just compare. What do you want to compare? Go ahead. "

"Isn't it just a gesture? Who is afraid of whom? "

"As long as you don't compare with fengshui, you can say that so many of us are afraid that we can't compare with you?"

This follows Meng Youcai to come out, all are young big and small guys. I'm very angry. When I hear Zhang Fan say that he wants to draw, and someone is doing something in front of him, who will admit it.

Meng Youcai absolutely didn't want to make any mistakes. When he wanted to come directly, everyone swarmed up and beat Zhang Fan down. When he got in, he took people and left. That's it. But now all the children behind him are quarreling. If he doesn't agree, isn't that the face of those boys? I'll call them out to do business later. I'm afraid someone won't like to come.

"OK, since you have said that, will my Meng family's children be afraid of you? As long as you don't do your grandfather's geomantic fortune teller, what do you want to compare? "

"Feng Shui fortune telling? Compared with you, which use so deep things. Let's have the simplest competition. "As soon as Zhang Fan said this, Meng Youcai's people all laughed. Most of the children of the Meng family who are following me today are crop tricks. Working in the fields all year round, they are covered with tendons. Looking back at Zhang Fan, he's thin and dry. He doesn't have the appearance of two liang meat. Do you want to come here to compete with them? Isn't that self humiliating?

"Isn't it strength? How to compare

"That's to say, we'll finish the competition earlier, and let you die. Go and stay."

In the crowd of the Meng family's children, there were a series of Shouts.

"It's better to compare strength in the simplest way. Wrists. You wait. I'll find a table

Zhang Fan said that he wanted to compare his strength with his wrist, which made these people laugh again. When he turned and walked into Zhang Banxian's yard, no one stopped him. Wrist wrestling, of course, requires a table.

However, when Zhang Fan came out of the yard, all the children of the Meng family nearly dropped their chins to the ground. It turns out that the things Zhang Fan took out of the yard were not wrist wrestling at all, but small tables or boxes and so on. He carried out the stone millstone bigger than the dining table in the yard.

The millstone, even if it's not 1000 Jin, is 700 Jin. It's just like Zhang Fan, holding it on his shoulder with one hand. What's more surprising is that Zhang Fan's face is not red and breathless when he is carrying such a heavy thing. When he walks, he doesn't bear any weight, just like a bag of cotton on his shoulder.

"Bang!"

Walking to the front of Meng's team, Zhang Fan directly threw the millstone on the ground. The landing of the grinding plate directly hit the ground, two or three centimeters deep, arousing a large amount of dust. In the eyes of the Meng family, the millstone is like hitting their heart. Too much, too much, too much.

Just when Zhang Fan came out with a millstone on his shoulder, some people were thinking, is this product a millstone made of paper? Now this landing, all the thinking, are directly smashed into the ground by this grinding plate.

What kind of strength is this? I'm afraid that only the Chu overlord, who is strong in pulling up the mountain, and Li Yuanba, the first hero of Sui and Tang Dynasties, who holds up the hammer and scolds the heaven, can have such terrible strength!

Zhang Fan didn't care how shocked these people were. He squatted on the edge of the millstone and supported his right hand on the millstone.

"Come, one by one, which of you will go first?"

What Zhang Fan said is a light cloud. It was as if he had brought a box instead of a millstone.

The children of the Meng family who came to help Meng Youcai get ahead looked at each other and didn't know what to do. I broke my wrist with Zhang Fan last time. Don't be kidding, OK! Four or five of them may not be able to lift the millstone together. It's easy for a person to have one hand. What's the use of it?

"What's the matter? Just now, they all yelled loudly. Now they are like eggplants beaten by frost. Come on, come on. We're done. When you go back, you should drink tea and cultivate the land. You have to live a good life. Don't make yourself uncomfortable here. "

When it comes to the last half sentence, Zhang Fan exudes a murderous spirit that makes everyone feel palpitating. A few cowards in the team could not help retreating two steps.

Even Meng Youcai in front of the team doesn't know what to do. What is Zhang Fan? He wants to compare with them. This is a demonstration. It's like saying: which is harder, your head or this stone? Don't be afraid of death. Just come up and have a try.

"All dumb? Or do you dislike our Zhang's millstone for a long time? It's too dirty to put down your noble hand? "

The Meng family, one by one, you look at me, I look at you, no one dare to speak. I'm kidding. It's not a problem with the millstone!

"Why, it's not the problem of the millstone? Do you look down on me if you don't come here? "

Zhang Fan put Qi into his right fist, raised his right hand, and hit the millstone. All they heard was a click. The stone disc was smashed by Zhang Fan.

"Well, let's all go back. Don't be a disgrace here. Meng Youcai, let me tell you. You're not the village head. Don't think that if you have several people on it, you can be arrogant and domineering. I'm in charge of Uncle Zhou's family. Er Ya has been like my sister since childhood. If you want to come here and forcibly take Er Ya away, you should first ask me if I agree or not. "