Yang Ruoqing gave Li Daer a reserve price, and then handed over the errand of negotiation with the original owner to him, and he took the lead in leaving here and going to the nearby tile market.

"Qing'er, although Uncle Chang Geng and I don't know how to make tofu, I have heard your father and mother say that making tofu is very hard."

In the tile market, Yang Ruoqing was sweeping with the vegetable stall, and Chang Geng followed her.

"The people of our transport team have to run around on the road, and you can't make tofu alone."

"What if the manpower can't help?" The man asked.

Yang Ruoqing picked up two eggplants and looked at them, and smiled when she heard the words.

"Uncle Chang Geng, I want to have someone with you." She said.

"Who?"

"Sister Xiaoyu."

"Huh? What do you want her to do? ”

"Let Sister Xiaoyu come over and help me make tofu, I'm afraid that you and Aunt Osmanthus will be reluctant to come here." She said.

Chang Geng smiled: "Don't say it, I can't bear to be with your aunt, that's for sure." ”

"However, Xiaoyu's girl is afraid that she is very happy!" He said.

"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

Chang Gung said: "Go home, Xiaoyu has been talking to me for a long time, and he also wants to join our transport team, but I scolded him." ”

"She sees that you can climb mountains and mountains as a girl, and she thinks too."

"But she's not as good as Qing'er, you have good foot strength, good skills, Xiaoyu's girl, it's a pure girl......"

"Uh......"

Yang Ruoqing supported her forehead.

Uncle, am I not pure?

"Uncle Chang Geng, you go back this time and ask Sister Xiaoyu what she means, if she is willing, let her come here to help me take care of the tofu shop."

Yang Ruoqing said.

"The shop and the place to live have been found, and the environment is not bad."

"Our two girls just have a companion, and when you go back and forth to deliver goods, you can also come to the shop to settle down, and you can see each other several times a month!"

"Tang Lingzi and Brother Ning are both in the barracks outside the town, with them taking care of them, you let Aunt Osmanthus not worry!"

"Okay, I'll tell them this time!"

……

Behind the barracks is a remote jujube forest.

This is a place that few people come to.

A figure, in the woods, practiced zama steps, punches, and kicks.

He folded the long branch in his hand, and stabbed it out again and again, imitating the movements of the soldiers on the training ground.

"Hey!"

"Hah!"

“……”

And so on and so forth, and never tired of it.

The bright sunlight under the southern sky spilled through the cracks in the jujube trees overhead.

Covering his body, his wheat-colored skin was covered with crystal clear sweat.

His handsome and three-dimensional facial features reveal tenacity and persistence.

Repeat the same movement a hundred times to achieve perfection!

It was quiet in the woods, not even the wind.

Sweat soaked his clothes, and they dried, and they dried, and they got wet again......

He practiced over and over again, as if he were tired, and everything around him gradually blurred......

A burst of ridicule suddenly reached his ears.

"Haha, I thought who was hiding here to fight cat boxing, and after a long time, it turned out to be Luo Fengtang from the room?"

Luo Fengtang withdrew his fists and feet and turned around.

Under a jujube tree not far behind him, there was an extra man at some point.

The man had his arms folded in front of his chest, his face was Chinese, and there was another scar on his face.

Luo Fengtang recognized at a glance that the person was General Zhu, the head of the Flying Tiger Army, Zhong Zheng.

This Zhong Zheng, he has dealt with him twice.

Once it was General Zhu who led his troops to encircle and suppress Heifeng Village.

The second time was the last time he was transferred to attack Zaozhuang.

Domineering and domineering, no one in his eyes, is Luo Fengtang's evaluation of him.

Over there, Zhong Zheng glanced at the branch pinched in his hand by Luo Fengtang, pulled his mouth and smiled again.

"A cook, also learn to practice?"

"Anyway, you can get a sword too, and a spear will be made too."

"What are you getting here? Twig? Or the burning sticks in your room? Shame on you, hahaha......"

"What do I have to do with you?"

Luo Fengtang said coldly, and then retracted his gaze.

Pick up the clothes that have been set aside, and plan to leave.

Zhong Zheng rushed over with an arrow step, blocking Luo Fengtang's way.

"Where are you going?" Zhong Zheng asked.

Luo Fengtang looked at Zhong Zheng coldly: "What are you going to do?" ”

"What? Ha ......"

Zhong Zheng smiled, "Lao Tzu hasn't finished speaking, you kid is leaving?" Don't give face? Well? ”

Luo Fengtang frowned, "Don't provoke me!" ”

Zhong Zheng was stunned, and then laughed even more rampantly.

"I've been relegated to the room to cook, and I'm still pretending to be high with Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu will teach you how to be a man today! ”

Before the words fell, Zhong Zheng raised his hand and smashed his fist into Luo Fengtang's face.

Luo Fengtang was on one side of his body, avoiding Zhong Zheng's punch.

He jumped to the side, and the anger was provoked.

"Zhong Zheng, don't blame me for being rude if you do this again!"

Luo Fengtang said, his fingers clenched into fists.

smashed his fist into the air, and Zhong Zheng's face was full of shame.

"Hmph, who's welcome, let's see the real chapter under the fist!"

Zhong Zheng clenched his fist the size of a sandbag and attacked Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists to meet him.

The fists of the two men collided together, and the legs kicked together, and a fight began.

Luo Fengtang was born in Orion and fought for his life with lions and tigers.

Born strong, the fist smashed on Zhong Zheng's body, causing Zhong Zheng to bare his teeth and crack his mouth.

Zhong Zheng is the head of the Flying Tiger Army, and he teaches the drills of thousands of soldiers under his hands.

Although his strength and ruthlessness are not as good as Luo Fengtang's, compared to Luo Fengtang, he only relies on instinct and has no rules.

Zhong Zheng has the advantage.

Every punch and every leg has been trained in strict and standardized ways.

And Zhong Zheng himself is a practitioner, before joining the army, he coincidentally worshipped a folk kung fu master as a teacher.

It was only by relying on the master's guidance that he was able to sit firmly as the head of the Flying Tiger Army.

At this time, he only thought that a few random punches could press Luo Fengtang down.

Unexpectedly, Luo Fengtang was not a soft persimmon.

Zhong Zheng was completely annoyed, roared, and showed his fists and kicks.

Pick Luo Fengtang's flaws to attack.

After a few rounds, Luo Fengtang gradually fell behind.

"Bang!"

Zhong Zheng slammed a left hook into Luo Fengtang's nose.

Luo Fengtang took a few steps back, wiped the nosebleed on his face, and his eyes were murderous.

"Hmph, when you surrounded and suppressed the bandits, you were not happy!"

Zhong Zheng snorted coldly.

"This one falls into my hands, don't beat you half-body, Lao Tzu is not surnamed Zhong, look at the move!"

Zhong Zheng raised his fist again and rushed towards Luo Fengtang.

That fist, mighty and windy, seemed to destroy everything.

With Zhong Zheng's red eyes, Luo Fengtang's heart suddenly tightened.

He knows that his strength is not as good as Zhong Zheng, if he continues to fight him hard, he will definitely be the one who suffers!

Seeing Zhong Zheng's fist smashing against his chest, Luo Fengtang rolled on the spot and rolled out.