He secretly asked the big white goose who had entered the little black room how he felt. The big white goose who was still smiling when he talked to him immediately turned pale, his eyes were blank, and he said, "Brother, you don't know! There is nothing unusual about the small dark room from the outside, but it is miserable when you go inside! Inside, you can only hear your own heartbeat, as if the walls are collapsing on all sides and trying to squeeze you to death! It's so fucking scary! ”

Zhao Liang scoffed at the big white goose's statement. But he was careful not to send himself in. After all, I already have a lesson from the past, and I can still plant myself in the pit, how stupid it is!

I don't know how long it took for this hard training to finally come to an end. The reason is that the martial artists feel that they have learned well. The martial artist's evaluation of them is: It's good to be able to practice this ball halfway! Out of the few talented people can practice, the rest of the people are like this! It's definitely not good to deal with a real practitioner, at most you can run for your life. Deal with ordinary people who have practiced a few hands, one-on-one win, if you fight ordinary people, it is no problem to fight two or three at a time.

The training was hard, but Zhao Liang could still persevere here. One reason is that the food is well served here, and he doesn't want to run. Another reason is that those who are really Bloody Hand gangers are crazy! Every day, when I boil my body and practice martial arts, it is like giving up my life, and I practice more seriously than them, and the time is longer. When reciting the rules every day, he is as devout as reciting the words of a saint. So here I stuck with the way they looked. But how did he know that these people were all beggars and homeless people, and finally someone gave him a way out, how could he not hold on tightly!

Not long after the martial artist gave his comment, the gang leader sent a mission. Since the bloody hands have been helping to sort out the internal affairs recently, they have not paid attention to the things on the street, and those petty thieves and hidden pimpies have come out of the rat holes one after another and began to be active in the market.

Zhao Liang and the big white goose, as well as a trio nicknamed cork, were assigned to a group and were in charge of everything on the street. All that is to keep no one on this street from anyone other than the Bloody Hand Gang is allowed. Anyone who splashes skin and steals will be driven away.

The task was a bit confusing for all three of them. Aren't we gangsters? Why did you have a conflict with your brother in the road? But an order is an order, and it is also said above, to deal with those people, you can persuade first, and if you don't listen, then you will fight! Beat until they dare not come. If you do it well, you will have a reward in addition to the monthly salary! If you don't do it well, you will be helped by the bleeding hands.

All three of them were given a blue cloth shirt and black felt boots. There is also a short stick that is often used in training and pinned to the waist.

The three of them were embarrassed to patrol the streets for the first time. However, a few people are splashed out, but they can bear it. The three of them arrived at the designated street, looked at the crowd of people coming and going, hesitated for a moment and walked in.

This street is not long, about 100 steps. The main merchants on the street are several restaurants. The rest are snack shops and stalls. Several people went into the streets, and those who saw them turned their eyes. They are the splashes in Jiaozhou City, even if they don't know each other, they are familiar. But today these people don't seem to be the same as usual. Not to mention the neatness and neatness of the clothes, even the clothes look exactly the same.

Zhao Liang glanced at the big white goose and motioned for him to start shouting. The big white goose deserves to be called the big white goose. He has fair skin, is tall and fat, and has a bright voice. After hesitating for a moment, the big white goose took a deep breath and began to shout loudly: "The surrounding folks are listening!" From this day forward, this street will be taken over by our Bloody Hand Gang! Our helper said that from today onwards, there will be no petty thieves and troublemakers on this street. If there is, we will have to eat a good meal from our brothers. ”

The small street is not long, and the big white goose walks all the way and shouts all the way. It was shouted a dozen times, and the whole street was heard. But there didn't seem to be much of a reaction. Especially the shopkeepers of the restaurants, they just looked at them coldly. And those small stall vendors were obviously not interested in them, but they didn't dare to offend them, they just lowered their heads and pretended not to hear or see. It made the three of them feel a little bored.

Here there are two people walking in all directions, walking back and forth on the street. After walking around a few times, a few people arrived at a tea shed on the street. The tea shed is not large, only six or seven tables. Only tea and brine beans are sold here.

Zhao Liang led the two people into the tea shed, picked a table in the innermost corner and sat down. shouted at the stall owner: "Wang Dalang! A pot of tea, and two plates of beans. ”

That Wang Dalang is a middle-aged man, and the burden of life weighs on him a little rickety. In these years, the people have less and less money in their hands, and even fewer people are willing to drink tea. If it weren't for the good beans he cooked, I'm afraid this tea shed wouldn't be able to sustain itself. Seeing that there were three more uncles who ate and drank for nothing, Wang Dalang couldn't help it.

He made a pot of tea first, and brought three coarse porcelain bowls over. Turning back to fill two more plates of boiled beans, while the three people facing away from each other, he turned the beans back into the bucket and turned them around. He put the beans on the table and just wanted to leave, so he gave Zhao Liang a drink. Zhao Liang took out six copper coins from his waist and threw them on the table, saying, "Take the tea money." In the province, you said that Lao Tzu ate and drank for nothing. ”

Wang Dalang was stunned! It's the first time in the world! When is it time to drink tea and eat and be willing to give money? Isn't this Zhao Tie rich? Or is there some trap that is following? So Wang Dalang stared at the copper coins in a daze and stood there without moving.

Zhao Liang was a little annoyed when he saw that he didn't move, and he shouted loudly: "Wang Dalang, say you!" Do you really want to give you money? If you don't want me, I'll take it back! ”

As soon as Wang Dalang heard the words "take it back", he raised his hand and wiped it on the table, and the six copper coins arrived in the palm of his hand. With just a press of your hand, you know that it is indeed a solid copper coin. That Wang Dalang immediately had a smile on his face and said, "Oh, where do you still need money to drink some tea and eat some beans?" I'll fill you with another plate of beans! ”

As he spoke, he brought over a plate full of beans, and weighed them on both plates on the table before placing them on the table. Zhao Liang and the others didn't care about him. Slowly drinking tea and eating beans and chatting. Naturally, there are no good teas in this tea shed, and they are all the best tea leaves in the tea house. However, this Wang Dalang boiled beans well, soft and glutinous, salty and fragrant, and tasted very delicious.