80s Taoism

"There's meat to eat." Zhang Jiagen couldn't care less, went to get a bowl to put the rice in, and went to the table, but was grabbed by Zhang Wenrong, and reluctantly handed the bowl to Zhang Wenrong, and he honestly took another bowl.

"Brothers with the same surname, you think you are so majestic. When you go outside, you are a fart." Zhang Jiaohua said contemptuously.

Zhang Wenrong clenched his fists, wishing he could beat Zhang Jiaohua up.

"Oh, this meat is delicious. Brother Rong, look at the wild boar meat. It's neither fat nor thin. It's just right. If you add some dried bamboo shoots, the taste will definitely be very strong." Zhang Hangao quickly grabbed Zhang Wenrong. There are several mountain dogs squatting next to it. Leaving aside Zhang Jiaohua whether he can win the fight or not, even if these few mountain dogs come up together, they can't do it at all. And if there is any movement here, I am afraid that all the mountain dogs will come over. A hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses, so Zhang Hangao winked at Zhang Wenrong.

Only then did Zhang Wenrong let go of his clenched fist. Zhang Wenrong was so angry that he lost his temper at all when he was made by a brat.

"Brother Rong, why don't you eat it. This wild pork tastes really good." Zhang Jiagen was only focused on eating, not paying attention to the scene just now. Like a starving ghost, he specially picks up fat meat, bites it down, and the oil drips. Although the fatty meat of wild boar is also greasy, the aroma of pork is also contained in the fatty meat, especially the bacon. Some aromatic substances in the firewood smoke are also dissolved in the fat, and the aroma is extremely strong.

Zhang Hangao couldn't help kicking Zhang Jiagen, "You can't stop your mouth even if you eat."

Only then did Zhang Jiagen feel something was wrong, but he didn't know what happened just now. He scratched his head and continued to eat. But this time he was working hard and didn't say anything.

Zhang Wenrong also had no place to vent his anger, so he could only vent his anger with the food, and ate it in big mouthfuls, as if the food had a grudge against him. Didn't have a taste at all.

"After eating, you continue to work for me. Come here on time every morning. I will arrange the meals for you, and you cook them yourself. Until I am satisfied, I will naturally let you go. But if you are not satisfied, then don't blame me." Zhang Jiaohua put down the bowl and glanced at Zhang Wenrong and the others.

"Biaohua, we help you with the work, so you should give us some wages anyway. When someone does the work for you, you are paid for it. We went to your house because we didn't have any money, and there was no place to get money. Now you ask us to work for you, and you have to pay us some. In fact, we want to go to Guangdong to work and earn money. There is no travel expenses." Zhang Jiagen wiped his mouth with his sleeve, pretending to be pitiful.

"Jagan, come on. You really think I don't know. You have lied to your family several times, saying that you are going to Guangdong, and every time you get the travel expenses, you spend it all on playing cards." Zhang Jiaohua said contemptuously.

"However, if you really want to go to Guangdong, I'll buy you a ticket for you and send you to the car after you have paid enough for the travel with me. This will prevent you from staying in Meizi'ao and harming others." Zhang Jiaohua had already thought out a way out for these three guys.

Zhang Jiagen looked at Zhang Jiaohua resentfully, knowing that this time he was completely defeated.

"It's not good for you to wander here and there every day. You'll be staying here for a while. Practice kung fu with me in the morning, or you three-legged kung fu will go out and embarrass us Meizi'ao people." Zhang Jiaohua said again.

Zhang Jiaohua did it on a whim, it was really boring to practice kung fu alone in the morning, now he brought in three idlers, just let the three of them practice as a partner. Of course, what Zhang Jiaohua taught these guys was just superficial kung fu. Zhang Wenrong and the three had also trained with boxers in the village before. I think I have a kung fu. In fact, in Zhang Jiaohua's eyes, it was the skill of a three-legged cat.

"Don't be convinced. If you don't believe me, follow me to the plum blossom pile now." Zhang Jiaohua waved to Zhang Wenrong who dared not speak out.

"Biaohua, I dare not fight you. It's not that I can't beat you, but because I'm afraid that you'll make trouble later. I can't beat you, so I admit it." Zhang Wenrong said gruffly.

"Really? Wen Rong, then I'll leave my words here. If you can promise me on the plum blossom pile, I will let you go immediately. I won't pursue it in the future. You three can go together." Zhang Jiaohua said disdainfully.

The gardening field is spacious, and Zhang Jiaohua has already moved the plum blossom piles in the yard to the gardening field. A total of 23 piles are used for the plum blossom piles here, and each pile is about 1.5 meters high. It looks like a dwarf tree.

Zhang Jiaohua jumped up and waved to the three of Zhang Wenrong, "You three should go together. Otherwise, you are still not convinced."

Zhang Wenrong took off his long sleeves, leaving only a white vest underneath. Stuffed the clothes to Zhang Hangao, "I'll go up!"

Zhang Wenrong was really angry, Zhang Jiaohua's provocation completely made him furious, he wished he could rush up and tear Zhang Jiaohua to pieces.

Putting on plum blossom piles is the most common way for Meishan to teach martial arts competitions, just like going to the ring competition. Whoever falls off the plum blossom pile loses. Because the plum blossom piles are of a certain height, limbs and limbs are often broken every time they compete.

"Jiaohua, if you have time to admit your mistake now, don't cry when I hurt you!" Zhang Wenrong looked at Zhang Jiaohua coldly.

"Let's talk nonsense. Let the three of you come up together. If you don't seize the opportunity, you will regret it later." Zhang Jiaohua stood in a horse stance, and sat in a rising posture with his hands.

Zhang Wenrong also started in the same way, and the two pushed their hands together. It was a greeting.

"Since you don't cry when you don't see the coffin, don't blame me!" Zhang Wenrong really practiced kung fu for a few days, and he stood up on the plum blossom pile, and his fists were still whistling. Very imposing.

"This time, Brother Rong is really angry, so don't hurt the beggar later." Zhang Hangao said with some worry.

"As long as we win, we can leave later." Zhang Jiagen laughed.

"What do you know, if you become a beggar, can you guarantee that the beggar will not retaliate? He is a person who has fallen into Meishan, and he can make us suffer a lot without anyone noticing." Zhang Hangao has always been worried about this.

"It's already been beaten, it's useless to think so much." Zhang Jiagen put on a posture of watching the excitement.

"I'm going to attack." Zhang Wenrong saw that Zhang Jiaohua did not move after posing a horse stance, and thought that Zhang Jiaohua didn't know what the competition was all about.

"That's a lot of nonsense." Zhang Jiaohua moved suddenly, raised his foot, and kicked Zhang Wenrong directly. Zhang Wenrong flew out immediately and fell off the plum blossom pile.