Early the next morning, when the disciples came to the practice ground, they found that the fifth senior brother was standing here early, leading the disciples to run around and come back, and was encountering a mule cart parked at the gate of the Jingwu Society, carrying a bloody slaughtered cow, and the disciples guarding the door were negotiating with the coachman: "You sent it to the wrong place, our Jingwu Club didn't buy beef." ”

"It's clearly No. 73 Peikaier Road, that's right." The coachman said with a note, turned his face and saw Chen Zikun coming over, and immediately said happily: "It's the beef leg that this gentleman bought, please settle the balance." ”

Chen Zikun glanced at it, boldly took out the banknotes and settled the payment, and asked the disciples to carry the cow into the kitchen, the cook of the Jingwu Club is a grandmother, who can only fry chicken feather side dishes and stew rice, who has seen this kind of battle, and suddenly said dumbfounded: "Allah does not come to sass." ”

Chen Zikun said: "It's okay, I'll do it." ”

After a trip to the boxing and kicking, Chen Zikun came to the kitchen to help, he carried an axe to chop the whole cow into large pieces, and then built a platform with stones in the backyard, and piled up firewood underneath, and went back to the room to remove the iron window lattice of his room and put it on it.

Chen Zikun lit the firewood and sliced the beef into large, thin slices of meat with a short knife in his hand, and the blood-drenched beef quickly changed color under the flames, and a smell of meat wafted out.

"What are you doing here, you go to the kitchen to get salt, you fan, Xiaoyan goes to beckon everyone to come and eat." Chen Zikun commanded Ruoding, and everyone was turned around by his instructions, but they were extremely happy.

Because I can finally eat the meat I haven't seen for a long time.

This lunch was a unique meal, no green vegetables and tofu, no rice steamed buns, but an all-beef feast, everyone watched the fifth uncle stuff the bloody beef in his mouth, and ate happily, one by one.

Chen Zikun grabbed the meat with his hand and dipped it in salt, and the food was a pleasure, and he taught everyone: "Do you know why you want to buy beef for everyone? ”

Everyone shook their heads.

Chen Zikun said: "At a glance, you know that you haven't read much, do you know about Water Margin." ”

A student raised his hand high and said, "I've seen it, I watched the Water Margin when I was twelve years old." ”

Chen Zikun scolded: "If you don't read the Three Kingdoms and the Water Margin, you won't learn well since you were a child." ”

The student scratched his head aggrievedly and muttered, "Didn't you ask?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "In the Water Margin, there are thirty-six Tiangang, seventy-two earth evils, a total of one hundred and eight heroes, they are chivalrous and righteous, do the right thing for heaven, eat meat and drink wine in large bowls, and are very happy, but there is one thing, they eat beef!" But have you ever heard that Wu Song or Lu Zhishen went to the tavern to greet me and bring me two catties of pork. ”

Everyone laughed, although most people really haven't read the Water Margin, but the story of the three bowls of not being able to do it is still heard, the heroes of Liangshan do have to cut a few catties of cooked beef to eat wherever they go, and then get a jar of good wine, which is free and bold, if you really get two pig's trotters to gnaw, the taste of the hero will be gone.

Chen Zikun continued: "Heroes and heroes all eat beef, this is one of them, and the other is the other, do you want to hear it?" ”

Everyone ate with a mouthful of oil, and nodded busily: "Yes!" ”

Chen Zikun smacked his lips: "A little dry mouth." ”

A student said, "Fifth Uncle, I'll buy you a bottle of soda to drink." ”

Chen Zikun frowned: "Soda is drunk by girls, and heroes only drink spirits." ”

Someone said, "But Master forbade us to drink." ”

Chen Zikun said: "It's you who forbid, not me, where did you get so much nonsense, hurry up and buy it." ”

So one person rushed out, and in the small shop across the street beat half a pound of old white gan back, Chen Zikun took a sip of wine, was very satisfied, and continued to talk about the ancient way: "Do you know why we Chinese always can't beat foreigners, Hong Kong has been ceded, the Old Summer Palace has been burned by the British and French forces, Beijing City has been occupied by the Eight-Power Alliance, and now there are troops from various countries stationed in Dongjiaomin Lane. ”

"Because they eat beef all at once." A clever student replied.

There was a burst of laughter, everyone thought this answer was incredible, but Chen Zikun said with a tiger face: "That's right, Europeans eat meat all of a sudden, like lions and tigers, they are carnivores, we Chinese eat green vegetables and tofu white rice all day, eat not long strength at all, how to fight with tall foreigners, so even the battle is lost." ”

"Isn't it because the foreigners' ships are strong?" The twelve-year-old student who had read the Water Margin just now asked puzzled.

"! Nie Shicheng's former military Manlixia fast gun and Krupp mountain cannon are no worse than the guys of foreigners, or people, they are far inferior to their opponents in physical strength and spirit, how can they win the battle between the sheep that eat grass and the wolf who eat meat? Chen Zikun immediately refuted.

"What about the Japanese, the Japanese in Hongkou don't usually eat much meat, so they eat some dried fish and plums for rice, how can they defeat the Beiyang Sailors?" One participant asked a question.

Chen Zikun said: "This question is a good question, but you ignore one point, although the Japanese are grass-eating sheep like the Chinese, but the Japanese sheep is full of food and has horns, while the Chinese sheep, not only can't eat enough, but also gets sick all day, how can it be beating." ”

The students stopped talking, and pondered the words of the fifth uncle one by one, feeling that although the metaphor was a bit superficial, the implicit meaning was very profound.

"Fifth Uncle, I finally understand why the Japanese in Hongkou Dojo say that we are the sick men of East Asia, they don't look down on our kung fu, but look down on us as a whole of China!" The student who reads a lot said angrily.

Chen Zikun said: "You finally understand that China has been weak for many years, and it takes a generation or even several generations to change the status quo, and we who practice martial arts must start from ourselves, practice a strong physique and profound kung fu, so that Westerners and Orientals dare not underestimate us, and physical fitness can not only rely on practice, but also rely on eating, which is why I let you eat beef." ”

The five uncle's good intentions touched everyone with tears in their eyes, one after another picked up the beef and chewed, although it was only a simple processed barbecue, but it was given a special meaning by the fifth uncle, everyone ate very carefully, very devoted, the wind swept away, a beef leg is only a bone.

Liu Zhensheng and Nong Jinsun were talking about things in the room, and when they heard the roar in the courtyard, they pushed the window to see, Nong Jinsun smiled and said: "The children are tiger and tiger today." ”

Liu Zhensheng said: "Chen Zhen bought hundreds of catties of beef out of his own pocket for everyone to sacrifice, and also taught them the truth of strengthening the country's fitness, so everyone practiced so hard." ”

Nong Jinsun nodded with satisfaction: "Zhensheng, you didn't misread him." But after a closer look, it was Situ Xiaoyan who was leading in front, not Chen Zhen, and then he was shocked: "This Chen Zhen, where did he run again?" ”

Liu Zhensheng said: "This time he went to Mr. Sun to do business. ”

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At this time, Chen Zikun was a guest in a tree-shaded villa on Molière Road in the French Concession, and a tailor from Henry's Dress Store in Shanghai, who was specially invited, carefully measured his chest circumference and shoulder width and arm length, because Mr. Sun Wen said that he would give Chen Zikun a set of Mao suits, which were the kind of four-pocket lapel uniforms worn by the guards.

Mrs. Sun, Yin Weijun and the guard surnamed Huang who had met at the gate yesterday looked at each other with a smile, and when the tailor left, the lady said: "Xiao Chen, this is your party entry form, you can sign your name on it." ”

Chen Zikun took the aisle form and carefully examined it, it was a stack of documents printed on Daolin paper, the handwriting was clear, the paper was snow-white, and it was trembling, and it was printed with the party emblem of the Kuomintang, as well as the autographs of three introducers.

Song Qingling, Yin Weijun, Huang Luyao.

It turned out that Mrs. Qingling's name was Qingling, and Chen Zikun secretly remembered this name.

"Just sign here." Song Qingling pointed to the blank space at the bottom of the form and asked, "Do you use a brush or a fountain pen?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "Let's write a pen." ”

So the lady took out a new silver-rod fountain pen from the drawer, soaked up the ink herself, and wiped the remaining ink from the tip of the pen with paper, and then handed it to Chan Tsz-kun.

Chan sits at a large mahogany desk, with a thick carpet underfoot, crystal crystal lamps overhead, a ray of sunlight shining in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, sprinkled on the tropical teak floor, and the green lawn and towering trees in the courtyard outside, and the aroma of coffee in the air, everything is so intoxicating and fascinating.

"One day, I'm going to live in a big house like this." Chen Zikun secretly made up his mind, glanced at his wife, and added a goal to himself: there must be such a knowledgeable and gentle and beautiful lady in the big house.

"What do you want, autograph." Yin Weijun saw him in a daze with his mouth open, for fear that the eldest nephew with a broken skull would be cranky, so he quickly reminded him.

"Got it." Chen Zikun sat on the large European court-style chair, and Long Feifeng Wu signed his name and wanted to hand back the fountain pen, but his wife smiled and said: "I brought this pen from the United States, so I will leave it for you as a souvenir." ”

"Thank you, ma'am." Chan pinned the fountain pen in his shirt pocket.

Yin Weijun put away the party membership form and said, "Xiao Huang, you take him upstairs." ”

"What else to do?" Chan asked.

"There's still a ceremony to be done, please come with me." Huang Luyao smiled and made a gesture of please, took Chen Zikun to the second floor, pushed open a door, this is a large conference room, the curtains are closed, the lights are bright, the two blue sky and white sun flags on the wall opposite are crossed, Mr. Sun Wen is dressed in formal clothes, sitting solemnly in the center, with many guards on both sides, and the momentum is solemn.

Chen Zikun was happy, he was familiar with this meeting, and the big boss opened the incense hall with this posture.