In the courtyard with the big sign of "Chen Ji Printing Factory", the howling north wind swept over the treetops in the courtyard, adding a bit of gloom to the gloomy sky. The roof of the brick-based wooden factory was covered with snow, and the ice edges on the ruler hung down on the eaves.

"Brother Qing, kill him!"

"Hit in the face!"

"Brother Qing, kick his eggs!"

Compared with the gloomy and gloomy sky, the courtyard is very lively, from time to time there are teenagers to shout, a dozen and a half years old in the factory yard of the snow-covered pool, the four corners of the snow pool rammed wooden pillars, the pillars tied to the thick rope of children's wrists, the teenagers are lying on their stomachs and shouting.

While the teenagers were shouting, two fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys in the snow pool were throwing off their arms and practicing their tricks.

Although it was a cold New Year's Day, the two teenagers in the snow pool were only wearing single clothes and pants, and although their faces were red from the cold, they were full of sweat and their heads were still steaming.

The tall Zhu Jialiang squinted his eyes and patted Lin Yuqing's shoulder.

"Brother Qing'er, come on, I'll let you make two moves today!"

Lin Yuqing, who was almost tired after practicing in the pool for an hour or two, waved his hand weakly.

"Jialiang, I'll take a breath, wait here, I'll clean you up!"

Lin Yuqing, who was so tired that he had no strength at all, supported the hemp rope with his arms, gasped for breath, and beat the twenty-sixth of the lunar month, when the third master took himself out, the third master saw him lying in the snow nest on the road, and he picked up this Zhu Jialiang home for a while. In the past, when Zhu Jialiang didn't come, he was the child king in this courtyard and a close person of the young master, but this fight came from this Zhu Jialiang, and the way of the world changed.

The young master likes that he knows kung fu, and often takes him with him when he goes out.

As soon as he heard this, Zhu Jialiang smiled again when he slanted his eyes.

"Look at your appearance! If the young master asks someone to serve the way that day, others can give you a breathbreak! Eyes widen for me, I'm going to do it! ”

Saying that, Zhu Jialiang took a stride on one side and carried Lin Yuqing on his back.

Lin Yuqing, who was slammed on his head, screamed, and finally got up, and scolded Zhang.

"Dog, you are really good, master, I will fight with you!"

Zhu Jialiang didn't say anything, but he was able to slam Lin Yuqing, who had just stood up, again.

"Our father said that as long as there is still a breath, this martial arts must be practiced! If you practice well, you won't suffer for a lifetime! ”

Kung Fu talks, Zhu Jialiang is another fall, Lin Yuqing fell and ate.

"Remember, freeze to death at the windward station, starve to death and don't bow your head! The man who beats the iron, the kung fu at hand, and scolding the street is the work of the girls! ”

As soon as he got up, the cold wind that pushed open the window and blew into the house was in a hurry, Chen Moran heard the words from the yard, and followed the words and looked towards the snow pool in the courtyard.

"This Liang!"

Although he shook his head, he looked at Zhu Jialiang standing in the snow pool, Chen Moran's face was full of appreciation, this Zhu Jialiang was not brought by himself, a few years ago, when the third master went out to do New Year's goods, on the way back, he saw him with injuries on his body, lying in the snow on the side of the road, so he "picked up" him from the street.

At first, Chen Moran was reluctant to keep him, but in the way of the third master's face, he thought about waiting for him to wake up, and the third master asked to know that his family was from Hebei, and last year the family suffered from the scourge of foreigners, and his father and mother died.

The third master has a good heart, seeing that it is not easy for this poor child to drag two younger brothers and a younger sister here, he begged himself to keep him, and there were only four more people in this courtyard.

At the beginning, leaving him was to hinder the face of the third master, but later when he saw him practicing martial arts in the courtyard early in the morning, Chen Moran's eyes lit up, this person was simply a bodyguard given to him by God, and every time he went out to "spend money", he was scared, and it was always right to have a person who knew how to do both.

Just like now Zhu Jialiang will teach everyone to practice martial arts if he is fine, the waste pond used to pile snow in the yard has naturally become a martial arts training ground, but now it hurts more to fall on it than to fall on the ground.

"Huh! Young master, if you look at the people from Jialiang, there will be a commotion in this courtyard! ”

The voice from behind him made Chen Moran turn his head, I don't know what, the third master came into the house, still holding a basin of hot water in his hand, and a towel on the basin, seeing this scene, Chen Moran couldn't help frowning.

"Third master, you did this job, didn't I say it earlier? I'll just go outside and wash my face by myself! ”

"Young master, I'm thinking, you should wake up at this point, just bring a basin of hot water! I wanted Juanzi to come, but I thought about sending it myself. ”

Wang Desan smiled and put the basin on the shelf.

Although the young master is close to people, there are still some rules, his house is the same as the factory, he usually does not allow outsiders to come in, he only goes to this room, Juanzi is Zhu Jialiang's sister-in-law, but outsiders are not allowed to enter this house.

"Third master, I'm not a wasted person, I can do this kind of work myself!"

Chen Moran, who got up and was dressed, said a little unhappily, he has always respected the third master in his heart, and it is not a way to let him serve him like this.

"Next time...... Let Juanzi bring it! ”

As he spoke, Chen Moran glanced at the wooden door leading to the factory, and he really couldn't turn around and lock it.

"Nourishing ......"

Taking out a stack of 50 yuan silver dollar coupons from the drawer, Chen Moran casually put the money in his wallet, from years ago to now, the most important task every day is to "spend money", and it is a pity to abandon the millions of yuan of silver dollar coupons of the Sino-Russian Daosheng Bank that were printed, especially when his net worth is limited and he needs a large number of dollars to calculate the numbering rules.

As soon as the front foot went out, Chen Moran saw Zhu Jialiang in the snow pool grabbing Lin Yuqing, and dragged him behind him with a turn of his hand.

"Step up, take out the small sleeves, stick to the side, the legs should go in, and the waist should be hard ......"

During the preaching, Zhu Jialiang's waist plate exerted force, and with an ouch, Lin Yuqing was thrown into the snow pool again.

Lin Yu, who was lying on the ice and didn't want to get up again, came up and pointed to Zhu Jialiang who was standing there.

"Dog, this ...... I've taught you how to read! Let the young master clean you up then......"

Chen Moran, who was standing by the door, heard Lin Yuqing playing lazy, and walked over with a blank face.

"Yu Qing!"

"Young Master!"

Lin Yuqing, who was originally lying in the snow pool, heard the young master's voice, and still took care of the pain in his body, and hurriedly patted the snow on his body and stood up.

"You're really going back and going, remember what I said earlier?"

When he spoke, Chen Moran looked like he hated iron but not steel.

"Remember!"

"Say it again, I'll listen!"

"Jialiang teaches everyone to practice martial arts, and I teach everyone to read!"

The young master's questioning made Lin Yuqing's head lower lower, like Zhu Jialiang knows martial arts, his father may be pedantic all his life, but he taught himself to be able to read and break words, in this courtyard, even the young master occasionally asks himself for advice, from the day of the first day of junior high school, the young master has set the rules, practice martial arts for half a day in the morning, and learn literacy in the afternoon.

"Third master, Yu Qing is not allowed to eat at noon today, you look at the horse steps that let him tie up for three hours, and remember his surname for a long time!"

"Young Master!"

Before Zhu Jialiang begged for mercy for Lin Yuqing, Chen Moran glared sideways, he hurriedly lowered his head and stopped making a sound.

"Jialiang, go out with me!"

As soon as the gate was opened, a Western-style carriage was parked at the gate, Man Shun was waiting respectfully on the side, the young master had rented a carriage for such a long time, and everyone in the line knew that at ten o'clock in the morning, the young master was allowed to use the car, and he was full of wandering around the city of Shanghai, and when he came back last afternoon, the young master had ordered, old time, wait in front of the door.

"Go to the French Concession!"

Before getting into the car, Chen Moran commanded Man Shun.

The carriage walked on the road for a while, Zhu Jialiang raised his eyes to look at the young master with half-closed eyes, and thought of Lin Yuqing, who was punished at home, and hesitated and shouted softly.

"Young Master!"

"Huh?"

Opening his eyes and looking at Zhu Jialiang who was hesitant, Chen Moran understood what he wanted to say.

"Want to intercede for Yu Qing?"

Scratching his scalp, Zhu Jialiang, who was not good at words, begged for Lin Yuqing.

"Young master, Ah Qing just talks about that temper, that is, he talks about it! I still can't read twenty words, he is more anxious than anyone else, forcing me all night long, if I don't learn, he will scold me for not being productive, why don't you teach. ”

Zhu Jialiang's words made Chen Moran shake his head, he didn't understand what he meant.

"Jialiang, I hate iron but not steel!"

"Hehe, young master, I know, I just practice the style, Ah Qing has read books, my brain is smart, I told him, in the future, I can be the young master's dart, he will definitely be the young master's bookkeeper!"

Listening to the future that Zhu Jialiang had arranged for him and Lin Yuqing, Chen Moran was happy.

"Jialiang, you mean, want to be my dart head?"

"Hmm!"

At that time, Zhu Jialiang clenched his fists.

"Young master, if it weren't for the fact that there were a lot of scoundrels and still holding guys a few years ago, I would not be my opponent, and I would be able to fight at least five by myself!"

Looking at his appearance, Chen Moran pondered for a moment, and took out the pistol from his arms that he almost didn't throw away.

"What if someone you meet in the future gets a gun?"

Seeing the young master take out a foreign gun, Zhu Jialiang was stunned at first, and after listening to the young master's words, his face darkened.

"Young master, my father said when he was dying, no matter how good his boxing practice is, he can't catch up with foreign guns!"

As he spoke, Zhu Jialiang looked at the palm-sized foreign gun in the young master's hand again, his father died under the muzzle of the foreign devil's gun, and since then, he has written down this thing that can kill people.

Looking at the look on Zhu Jialiang when he looked at the pistol, Chen Moran knew that he wanted this gun.

"You want?"

He nodded, then shook his head again.

"Young master, your legs and feet are not good, you can't practice martial arts, you can defend yourself with a foreign gun, I have this"

Zhu Jialiang raised his fist.

"That's enough!"