The moon was in the treetops, but Zhao Lizheng's house was brightly lit and the atmosphere was tense.

"Bring that up!"

In the middle hall, Master Zhao had not yet come forward, and the eldest lady Zhao Liushi looked angry, as if she was interrogating the prisoner. On the side, a goatee, Steward Zhao with a small felt hat and a little maid Xiaocui were carefully accompanied.

A short time later, two servants came in with an old woman. The old mother's bloated body trembled, and as soon as she came in, she shouted: "Big lady, spare your life, the slave didn't mean it—"

Zhao Liushi said angrily: "You still dare to call for mercy? I can't even look at myself, I should be beaten, I will be beaten hard! You slaves and maids, eat me, live with me, if you want you to do something, you dare to be a deaf ear!"

The two servants neatly knocked down the old mother, took the stick on the side and fell hard.

The old mother suddenly howled miserably.

After more than a dozen sticks, the old mother's skin was open and she simply fainted.

In the end, it was Steward Zhao who said something badly, and finally pleaded for mercy and saved the old mother's life.

"Good fight!"

"Sir—"

A rich Zhao Lizheng, who was as rich as Maitreya, with a few gemstone rings on his fingers, and was dressed in satin, looked crazy, and waved his hand to let the servants take the old mother down.

"Master, you must be the master of San'er, San'er, he-" Zhao Liushi pinched the handkerchief, and immediately wiped his tears, crying and crying, which made Zhao Lizheng bored for a while.

"Xiaocui, help Mrs. go down to rest, I have my own opinions!"

Zhao Liushi didn't dare to disobey, so he closed his voice and was led out of the hall by the little maid.

The major affairs of the Zhao Mansion are all decided by Zhao Lizheng, and the three wives and one concubine dare not disobey in the slightest, and this time is no exception

The eldest lady and the maid and the others left. It was quiet.

Steward Zhao diligently served hot tea to Zhao Lizheng, which was the best tea and the best tea bowl, which was Zhao Lizheng's favorite thing. However, at this moment, Zhao Lizheng's heart was not on drinking tea, so he didn't look at it at all.

Zhao Li was sitting down. slapped the table and said angrily: "Dare to touch my son Zhao Baozhu, hum, wait for me to find out, who did it, peeling skin and cramping!"

"Butler!"

"Yes, sir. Steward Zhao hurriedly responded.

"Check it out for me tomorrow, check it hard! If you want someone, you will give you manpower!"

"Yes, sir!"

Zhao Lizheng vented. He said, "By the way, what has happened in the village recently? and what is the movement of that outsider Zhang Weidong?"

"Recently, the heavy snow has closed the mountain, no one has come and gone, and there is only the outsider Zhang Weidong in the village, it is said that Xu Qing's little lady is going to marry this surnamed Zhang, and the village has spread it, it should be true. Everything else is calm. Steward Zhao cautiously introduced.

Usually, if anything big or small happens in Zhao Village, Steward Zhao must pay attention. For example, when wintering. When the snow fell, did it collapse the thatched huts of the tenant farmers? Whether someone froze to death, whether someone was short of food and could not survive, and what the tenant farmers had to say, these were all reported regularly.

He knew that Master Zhao needed a stable Zhao Village, and it was best not to have any accidents.

But apparently. At this moment, Master Zhao didn't want to listen to these trivial matters, but something related to the third son. Master Zhao decided that someone had murdered the third son, and he was eager to catch the murderer.

Could it be that Master Zhao thinks that Zhang Weidong is a murderer?

Zhao Lizheng said fiercely: "Arrest him for me and interrogate him well." Except for him, who would dare to violate the rules of Zhao Village?"

"Don't worry, sir!"

After that, Steward Zhao invited the only Lang Zhong in the village to inquire.

Not long after, Zhao Langzhong, who looked old, arrived, with a gray beard, cloudy eyes, neat clothes, and a medicine boy by his side, struggling to carry a large medicine box.

"The old man has seen Master Zhao-"

"Zhao Langzhong, please sit down, how is my third son now?" Zhao Lizheng rarely suppressed his anger and asked Langzhong to sit down.

Steward Zhao saw the opportunity to pour a bowl of tea for Lang Zhong. In this era, the probability of illness and death is very high, and Langzhong's status is still relatively high.

Zhao Langzhong stroked his beard before he said: "Fortunately, the life of the third prince was temporarily saved, but he was still unconscious." The old decay checked the pulse, the third son's whole body qi and blood were stagnant, the pulse was very weak, it seemed that the loss of vitality was serious, and it was still dangerous, forgive the old man for his incompetence, I couldn't see what caused it, I could only prescribe a medicine to activate the meridians and replenish qi and blood, and wait for the third prince to wake up and make a diagnosis——"

Zhao Lizheng's anger rose again, and his face became worse and worse.

Seeing this, Steward Zhao immediately interjected: "Master, why don't you let Zhao Langzhong live first tonight?"

Zhao Lizheng said: "Arrange a place for Zhao Langzhong, stay here tonight, and send some hot food over, San'er will have to trouble Zhao Langzhong to worry more!"

"Rotten should-"

Speaking of which, Zhao Lizheng seemed to be impatient, and sent everyone down to rest.

After that, Steward Zhao was called to admonish him again, and the whole child was murderous

The next day it was overcast and gray again.

Before dawn, the village was in a state of tranquility, and in the courtyard behind the four tiled houses, there were already people warming up on the running field.

From this day on, Zhang Weidong began to officially pass on the art of Zhao Erbao and Zhao Tiedan. The two people who ran in circles along the yard were them, and Zhang Weidong watched them in the middle of the field, without saying a word.

About a quarter of an hour, after the running was over, Er Zhao broke out in a hot sweat, breathed heavily, beads of sweat rolled on his forehead, his face was very pale, and he seemed to be seriously lacking in physical strength.

"The physical strength is too poor, too bad!" Zhang Weidong shook his head secretly.

As a man in the prime of life, he has not eaten enough for a long time, does not eat well, is malnourished, and has a thin physique, which is a big taboo for learning martial arts, and it is easy to damage the root and lose his life.

In the next month, it is impossible for the two of them to practice vigorously, they can only make up for it first, restore their qi and blood, temper gently, and lay a solid foundation step by step.

Zhang Weidong's eyes made them very ashamed.

Zhang Weidong began to lecture, Zhao Erbao and Zhao Tiedan immediately gathered their minds, listened very carefully, and tried their best to keep it in their hearts.

"Since you've decided to learn the art of gunning, I'll do my best to teach it!"

"As the saying goes, a moon stick, a year knife, and a gun for a lifetime. If you want to practice your spear skills to a very high level, you can come and go freely in the army, it is indeed not easy, in addition to studying hard, it also has a lot to do with personal understanding, and you are quite old. If you want to catch up, you have to work harder—"

"However, as long as you do what I tell you and can persevere, I dare not say that after five years, you can at least be comparable to the first-class rangers in the rivers and lakes!"

Ranger, this is a term that Zhang Weidong understands. This is in Qingguo, Qi Guo, and even the whole world. The name of the warrior in the rivers and lakes.

Where there is literature, there is martial arts, but it is more difficult for the martial arts to be passed on than to obtain fame, and the government has suppressed it very much, and the inheritance of many martial arts has been destroyed. However, every man has a plot in his heart, and Zhao Erbao and Zhao Tiedan are no exception. A first-class ranger in the rivers and lakes, it must be one in ten thousand.

Seeing that the two of them looked fanatical and their eyes were bright, Zhang Weidong was satisfied. Secretly happy.

With this momentum, it's not too late at this age.

"Today. I'll teach you the "Method of Breathing" and "Mixed Yuan Pile" to lay a solid foundation for your body!"

"What is the method of breathing? is to adjust the breath, such as—"

As soon as Zhang Weidong demonstrated, the length of exhalation and inhalation was different, the sound of shhhh It's roaring loudly. For Er Zhao, the ears were like thunder, and they were dizzy.

A moment later, a thick column of turbid gas spit out more than a foot away, and the two of them were stunned again. His eyes suddenly became even hotter.

"A reasonable breathing method can strengthen the internal organs! Unreasonable can damage the internal organs, remember not to practice indiscriminately, you must have the guidance of a master. ”

Erzhao immediately kept it in mind.

"And the mixed yuan pile, you can strengthen the body, enhance the strength, and make the lower plate stronger, for example, you come and push me hard, don't leave your hands-"

Zhao Erbao and Zhao Tiedan pushed Zhang Weidong hard according to their words, but they couldn't push him to move half a step after all the effort they had to eat.

Zhang Weidong's body was shocked, and the two of them were immediately bounced out by a huge force, and they took several steps back.

"This is one of the great things about pile work!"

The two were completely convinced, and they were also deeply looking forward to it.

However, if you want to practice to Zhang Weidong's level, it is not easy, you have to often endure hardships and suffer crimes.

Zhang Weidong is cheering them up.

Next, Zhang Weidong taught them the method of breathing and the Mixed Yuan Pile Gong hand in hand, both of which were carried out at the same time. It's just that Zhao Erbao and Zhao Tiedan don't know a single big word, so it's more difficult to understand, and Professor Zhang Weidong is also slow.

When the sky was slightly bright, on the village road on the other side, Steward Zhao rushed towards Zhang's house with four healthy servants with knives.

"Remember, if this person dares to resist for a while, you don't have to keep your hand!" Steward Zhao did not forget to advise.

"Don't worry, butler, it's just an outsider, can't you dare to rebel?"

"Yes, the third son hasn't woken up until now, this person is the most suspicious!"

"It is said that this surnamed Zhang is very rich, he actually built four tile houses, and he actually married Xu Qing's little lady, a beautiful girl, tsk, Yanfu is not shallow!"

"Xu Qing's little lady is a rouge tiger, and her martial arts are not bad-"

"What are you afraid of, the four of us join forces, even if we are rouge tigers, we have to become gentle tigers!"

"Haha-"

Steward Zhao saw that the more they talked, the more they talked, his face turned dark, and he reprimanded: "Shut up for me, if it ruins the master's big thing, I don't need to say more about the end, hehe-"

The four servants were startled and silenced.

Master Zhao's heart is ruthless, and they naturally know it.

"Of course, if you do this well, the lord will definitely reward you!"

"That's—"

"Please ask the butler to say a few kind words!"

"yes, we'll never forget you!"

Steward Zhao's face softened, and he said, "It's easy to say!"

After a while, Steward Zhao and a few people arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, and a healthy servant stepped forward and kicked open the gate of the fence, and everyone entered together and pulled out their knives.

"Zhang Weidong, get out of here immediately, you're in trouble!"

In the house, Xiao Yueyue was happily playing with two fluffy puppies in the bed, and refused to get off the kang.

Xu Qing was making breakfast, and when he heard the movement outside, he was startled at first, and he wanted to go out to have a look.

"You don't have to go out, I'll take a look, it's fine, don't worry-"

Zhang Weidong concocted some medicinal herbs in the middle room, comforted Xu Qing, and pushed the door out.

There was a sound of footsteps behind the house, and I saw Zhao Erbao and Zhao Tiedan hurrying over.

Seeing that Steward Zhao was surrounded by Zhang Weidong with four healthy servants who drew their knives, and those four people were all people around Zhao Lizheng, Er Zhao was taken aback.

"Steward Zhao, is there any misunderstanding?"

"What's going on?" (to be continued......)