Jiang Shui used a wooden hammer to beat the drum of the drum tower, knock knock.......

Dong village drum in the heart of the Dong people status sacred, and the stage, flower bridge and called the three treasures of Dong village.

The Dong Drum Tower, a place where young men and women sing and dance in traditional festivals, is also a place where people in the village resolve and judge conflicts and disputes, and are generally presided over by the patriarch or a respected elder.

After a while, everyone gathered under the drum tower.

"Jiang Shui child, why are you still alive?"

"Fellow villagers and neighbors, a few days ago, I fell off a cliff with the big black one, and now I think about it, I really feel a little cold in my vest."

"It's Sama, her old man, who has a spirit in the sky, let me come back safely."

"It's good to come back safely, kid!" The old people kept nodding.

"Last night, I set the fire in the patriarch's house, and I extinguished all the people inside."

There was a commotion in the crowd, whispering in their ears.

"It's really good and evil will be rewarded in the end, everyone knows that the old patriarch has moved in from other places since the Qing Dynasty, so that Qian Tonglu colluded with the officials, and did things that did not harm the people who were harmed by nature and oppressed."

"Brother, this baby in Jiangshui slaughtered this evil wolf today, it's really happy."

"Folks! Today, I gathered everyone under the drum tower, just to return to you all the money and land that the Shi Ben (Lai) family had forcibly seized over the years. ”

The crowd exclaimed.

"Aunt Tiangen, this is the title deed of your family's 30-foot-long and 2-foot-2-wide paddy field."

"Is this true?" The old woman's hands trembled as she held the note.

Jiang Shui smiled and nodded.

The title deeds were issued one by one, but the silver dollars, gold bars and money were placed on the table, and they were never moved.

"Everyone has received the land deed, so the money should also be divided."

"This land can be measured with a ruler, and when the silver dollar will be counted, and there is no definite number of how many families will be collected, child!"

"Yes, yes," the crowd chimed in.

"We have received all this money, and Shi Ben (Lai's) cousin knows about it, and he led the troops to the village to squeeze oil from his family, and we still have to return the amount to them."

"Where in this world is there a place where the poor can reason, only the powerful and powerful do nonsense."

"Unless the way of the world changes, it would be nice if someone could reason with us poor."

Jiang Shui looked at the pile of silver dollars and jewelry in confusion.

"Folks! If someone comes with soldiers, just say that I did it alone, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

"So be it! I will find a proper place to keep this money first, and then use it to do something beneficial to the villagers. ”

"I hope you will witness for me, I don't have to do what I say."

"This time I eliminated a bully, his cousin with soldiers will not give up, I think I am not their opponent with one shot per person, only to find a way out, and then come back!"

The river and the old and young people in the village parted.

He burned a few pillars of incense in front of his father's grave, brought 10 pieces of foreign money, and buried the rest of the money in a clay pot in a place known only to him.

Before leaving, he re-hung the bird on the wall.

It has regained its dignity for the owner, so let it guard it quietly, and Jiang Shui touched the shiny body of the spear, as if it was an old friend.

When I came to my bedroom, I counted the third floor at the head of the bed, and used the tip of a knife to pick up the wooden plank above, and there was a dark compartment below.

A packet of butter paper wraps around an object.

Layer by layer, it was opened, and inside was a book of boxing books written on the bark paper.

The word "Angquan" is printed into my eyes.

Five years ago, along the Liujiang River with his father, he put a wooden raft to Guangzhou in a flood, the wooden raft was scattered and hugged the driftwood, drifted through Liuzhou and was rescued ashore to board a friend's home, and met the teacher Huang Yulong to teach boxing, and the boxing book given at the beginning of the year.

At that time, at the banquet where his father's friend invited his friend, Master Huang looked at Jiang Shui's body and saw that his bones and joints were thick, which was very suitable for horizontal kung fu.

During the banquet, he talked with Jiang Shui and his father very closely.

"In this world, there is a lot of chaos, a boy should also learn some fists and feet to defend himself, I intend to accept Linglang as an apprentice, I don't know what my brother wants?"

With the interest of wine, the old man even asked Jiang Shui to kowtow to the teacher.

In this way, the father and son lived here for two years, during which Jiang Shui's father and his friend partnered to open a charcoal factory, and the business was surprisingly good, and he even reversed the loss of the wooden rafts that were washed away by the flood in the previous two years.

During this period, Master Huang also gave away his kung fu.

"Jiang Shui, you have been learning boxing with me for more than two years, and you have learned all your talents and intelligence, and I can teach you, but I must tell you that there are people outside the sky, and there are people outside the sky, and you should not act easily until you have to, because my ancestors are the key criminals of the previous dynasty, if someone asks about the master, don't let outsiders know that it is taught by me, and the boxing skills you have learned are the ancient wolf soldiers in the land of Gui --- Angquan, I am old and don't want to bring it into the dirt."

"We have a fate between master and apprentice, and I am very pleased to pass on all the things I have learned to you. When your master participated in the worship of God in Jintian Village and Hong Yang against the Qing court, he fought all the way to Nanjing, and then returned to his hometown early because he was not used to seeing the internal cannibalism in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and devoted himself to the study of boxing, and passed it on to the two, one is for the teacher, and the other is your uncle Li Jianying, who has a very high understanding of your master's true biography, and will learn all the 108 styles and equipment of Angquan. In the future, I would like to introduce you and Uncle Shi to further improve their boxing skills. ”

"Because my family is in Nanyang, I travel back and forth between the two places all year round, and I don't have time to go with you to visit your uncle, my junior brother has a strange personality, and I may be able to make you wish if I repair a book."

After that, Master Huang said goodbye to the father and son and left for Nanyang.

Jiang Shui strictly followed the master's teachings and continued to study the essence of Angquan in a place where no one was.

Now, five years later, the changes are greater than he could have imagined. Dad died at the hands of the wicked, and he got rid of the bullies in the village by himself, and more than 50 lives are the crime of turning around in which dynasty and generation, and he should go out to avoid it and see who are outside the mountain.

He looked through the letter of introduction from the master back then, and the letterhead read: Zunyi Chengnan Blacksmith Li

Jiang Shui looked at the letter, thought for a long time, and put the boxing book into his underwear pocket.

I found a saw and sawed off the grip of the "Hanyang-made" rifle on my back.

In the east of the village, let the blacksmith Zhang follow the patriarch's C96 gun to catch the falcon, and the cat and tiger were also done, and it was very convenient to disassemble.

A long wooden box is used to fit the grip, barrel and trigger to handguard, wrapped in a piece of rotten linen, the wooden box is 70 cm long, and it is carried diagonally on the shoulder, which generally does not attract the attention of ordinary people.

In the afternoon, I saw a few foreigners with fresh faces at the entrance of the village, looking around sneakily.

Shi Jiangshui climbed up to a large maple tree behind his house, and the situation below was in full view.

After a while, five people surrounded his house from four directions, and five Mauser C96s fired in five sectors, and the planks of the house were pierced by a rain of bullets, leaving evenly scattered bullet holes in the boards.

One of them, a bearded strong man, kicked open the wooden door, and the other four alternately took cover to enter the inner room.

"Lucky for this kid, let him slip away." One shouted loudly. Shi Jiangshui saw a thick smoke rising from the roof of his house in the dense forest in the distance, and soon bursts of fire burst out, and the house was on fire!

Looking back at the familiar mountains and rivers, Jiang Shui burst into tears, and secretly thought in his heart: I will come back again one day! So the steps under his feet quickened, and a round of red sun turned westward.