"Ah Hui, Ah Hui!" After drilling through the surging crowd, Xiao Yan finally found Qi Zehui, he was still wearing a set of dirty tattered clothes, but a little thicker, at this time he was in the center of the downtown with his head bowed and bent over holding a bowl with a missing mouth, shouting in a beggar's unique half-crying voice: "Okay, good work, pity me, big New Year, picture a colorful head~ Hey, okay! Thank you, uncle~"

Xiao Yan leaned up and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, Ah Hui!" Qi Zehui saw that it was Xiao Yan, and waved his hand impatiently: "Go away, go away, don't you see that I'm working?" Xiao Yan hurriedly straightened the hemp rope that was tying the bench, and said, "Don't call, for the New Year, let's go eat something good!"

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat! I also want to hurry up and have a pastime, but look at my bowl," Qi Zehui shook the broken bowl in his hand, and a few lonely copper plates in it clanged, "How can this be enough!

Xiao Yan smiled and showed the string of copper coins in his hand: "Look, what is this?"

"Damn!" Qi Zehui's eyes suddenly lit up, "If you are rich, you are the uncle, let's take a walk, let's be a magnificent person today!"

This tavern has no signboard, no wine flag, and its remote location can be operated for more than ten years, for two reasons: first, because the tavern is mainly for poor people in the streets and alleys, and the food is not unpalatable but not expensive; second, because there is a casino not far away, and everyone who wins and loses money will inevitably get drunk. Now that the New Year is approaching, the men who have left home and no home have all gathered in, holding wine bowls and drinking red faces.

"I'll count..... Wow, it's sixty yuan!Your master is so generous to you!" Qi Zehui fiddled with the copper plates lovingly, "His grandmother's, I want to worship him." Xiao Yan shrugged his shoulders and beckoned, and the person running in the store walked over slowly, and said expressionlessly: "Two little brothers, what to eat?"

Xiao Yan said without thinking: "A roast chicken, a plate of beef, and a pot of tea, thank you." ”

"Don't want tea, a pot of wine, a plate of peanuts!" Qi Zehui was unceremoniously, quickly pointed out dozens of copper coins from under the red rope and handed them out.

Because this tavern is not greeting any rich lords, and is afraid that some people with dead faces will come to eat white food, so there is an unwritten rule that is to pay the silver first and then serve the food.

"Okay, wait a minute, you two!" ran away with a smile after glancing at the number of copper plates in his hand.

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows, which can be regarded as acquiescing to his partner's behavior.

"Do you need the rest of these copper plates?" Qi Zehui looked at the remaining copper coins on the table with a strange smile.

"Don't even think about it, have you forgotten that you almost broke your leg last time when you gambled money?" Xiao Yan said mercilessly, "You take your hand away, and the wine comes up." ”

Qi Zehui scratched his nose and said with a smile: "Today, Master Xiao has a treat, I will make a toast first to show respect!"

"If you want to drink, just say it, you don't need to come to this set. Xiao Yan smiled angrily.

"Oh, hey, Xiao Gongzi is serious, come on, come on, hey, I'll pour you wine-" Qi Zehui held the wine jug in his hand, his wrist swam, and he played a beautiful trick, and a glass of full and non-overflowing wine appeared on the table.

"Your kung fu is still so good!" Xiao Yan exclaimed sincerely, and immediately picked up the wine glass steadily and drank it all.

"Uh!" The spicy momentum shook his head, and he couldn't help but scream, and this embarrassment immediately attracted Qi Zehui's ridicule.

This tavern only sells one kind of liquor, which is both the first and the signature wine, and the wine is brewed with the cheapest dried yams, and it is estimated that a lot of rotten and bad ones are mixed in when brewing, and the wine is surprisingly strong. However, it is precisely because of this notoriously strong spirit that this wine is very popular among the coolie sellers in the county.

In fact, Xiao Yan doesn't like to drink, and he doesn't like this kind of inferior spirit, but he accidentally found that the stronger the wine, the more comfortable he will drink it, and it can ensure that he will not make that cough problem again for a few hours. Even Qi Zehui, who has a wine worm in his head, can't understand the truth.

The roast chicken tasted extremely greasy, and the beef was old and hard, but it was already a rare delicacy for the two, so they ate it very quickly and deliciously. Xiao Yan ate very little, because he knew that there was still a reunion dinner waiting for him when he returned to the martial arts hall, and his friends were different.

Qi Zehui drank the remaining wine in the pot, and then breathed a long sigh of relief: "Enjoyable! Thank you, brother, Happy New Year!"

Xiao Yan smiled: "Okay, happy new year, Hui Shao, you seem to be a little drunk?"

"Drunk fart!" Qi Zehui said angrily: "I look like someone who can't, burp, can't drink?"

"Don't be reckless when you're all drunk, go, I'll help you back." ”

"Fart! That's a burp! It's a burp!" Qi Zehui hammered Xiao Yan angrily, "You don't need to send it, you take this cannon and throw it into the sky, and someone will come to pick me up!"

I forgot to mention that Qi Zehui relied on his own understanding and Mo Wen's indirect help, and practiced martial arts day and night hard, which was a bit of a small success, and then he naturally became the boss of some beggars in Ping'an County, and established a strange organization called "Beggar Gang", which did not rob the rich or help the poor, but beat up the group of teenagers who bullied Xiao Yan, which made Xiao Yan cry and laugh.

"My legs may be a little drunk, but my brain is not drunk yet, you, just take care of yourself, you have to highlight the tricks at the lion dance conference, don't let people break your legs!" Qi Zehui said while belching.

"What... What kind of conference?" Xiao Yan was confused, "Why did you break your leg?"

"What? Haven't you heard of it?" Qi Zehui smiled, "Don't be funny about your old man, the Mo Family Martial Arts Hall has been here for more than ten years, do you know about the lion dance conference?"

"Don't sell it, tell me quickly!" Xiao Yan said eagerly.

"It's... Okay, listen up!" Qi Zehui saw that Xiao Yan didn't seem to be joking, so he cleared his throat and said: "The lion dance conference is a local tradition that has been passed down for a hundred years, it is held every three years, and only the famous martial arts halls in the city can participate. The final decisive martial arts hall can get the golden lion head that symbolizes the overlord of the hall, and before the start of the next lion dance conference, that is, within three years, draw the dividends of all other martial arts halls and sit in the village!"

Xiao Yan was shocked when he heard this: "Why has Master never mentioned such a big matter to me?"

"That's for yourself. Gee. Qi Zehui rubbed his nose, "Actually, it's not mandatory to participate, but those who don't participate in the conference and abstain are regarded as losers, and they will still be drawn dividends for three years, and the rules can't be broken, after all, if you want to open a martial arts hall in the city, you will worship a hall, so if your master didn't tell you, most of them would have abstained, hey, this is strange, this Mo family boxing is not much worse than other families, how can you be willing to be drawn dividends?"

Xiao Yan thought silently, and suddenly had an idea in his mind: he wanted to try to win the lion dance conference on behalf of the Mo Family Martial Arts Gym, so that the master could happily draw dividends for three years!

"That's it! Look at other people's martial arts halls, how big and magnificent! The fees are so expensive, and the people still want to drill into it! Actually, the owner of the other people's hall doesn't teach at all, but he just doesn't know where to hire a few head coaches to fool those fools!" Qi Zehui nodded in agreement, "Look at your master! Do everything yourself, but as a result, there are only a dozen disciples, it's just a damn grievance! If you can win, wow, I'll calculate, Zhao Mo, Wu Li, Huang Sun, Yang Liu, tsk, the dividends of the whole seven families!" Your master estimates that he will be able to buy a big house within half a year!"

Xiao Yan looked at the copper coins on the red rope, no more, no less, there were sixteen left, and he suddenly felt a little sad: the master was already poor, and he was willing to pay so much effort for an outsider like himself who ate and drank for nothing, how could he not be moved?

Xiao Yan squeezed these copper coins tightly in the palm of his hand, and secretly swore in his heart that he must win the conference to repay the master!

"Lion Dance Conference?" At the dinner table, Mo Wen and Yang Yuqin heard these four words, and their faces changed. Mo Wen put down his chopsticks, his face was gloomy: "Xiao Yan, who told you this?" Yang Yuqin looked at her husband worriedly, then looked at Xiao Yan, and secretly signaled to him with her eyes. Only the little sister sang innocently and shook her calves.

Xiao Yan felt that the atmosphere was not quite right, and couldn't help but be a little nervous: "It's... It's ......"

"Needless to say, I also know, it was the little beggar who told you, right?" Mo Wen said coldly, "It's ridiculous, he thinks he knows a lot?

"Ah Wen......" Yang Yuqin gently pulled the corner of Lamo Wen's clothes, signaling him not to be too excited. Mo Wen came to his senses, took a deep breath, and walked straight to the door, blowing a cold wind alone.

"Xiao Dian, you told Shi Niang, why did you suddenly ask about the lion dance conference?" Yang Yuqin looked at Xiao Yan gently, she believed that this child was unaware of the past.

"I... I want Master and Master to take the dividends of the seven martial arts halls and live a better life......" Xiao Yan's expression was a little sluggish, he had never seen Master so angry as he was today.

Yang Yuqin sighed lightly and said, "That's the case...... Little tenant, the master doesn't treat you as an outsider, you sit down and the master will tell you a story......"