Sleep is precious for a handyman, and Xiaowen, who has worked hard all day, sleeps soundly in the firewood room.

Suddenly, he felt a shaking, woke up in a daze, and with the clarity of his vision, a big white flour steamed bun gradually appeared in front of him.

Suddenly the saliva couldn't stop being indentious, just woke up from his sleep, Xiaowen thought it was a dream, dreams like this have appeared countless times, this is an unacceptable reality.

"Let's eat!" is the steamed bun handed over by Fu Xiaowa.

"It's a real steamed bun, it's not a dream, I'm not dreaming!" Xiaowen happily took the steamed bun and quickly touched it, the softness and warmth of the hand are real and appropriate, this is the real steamed bun, the faint fragrance of the steamed bun is diffused in the hollow, which makes people salivate, and then he remembered to ask: "Brother Little Frog, where did you get the steamed bun?"

"I bought it, I bought two of the five cents that sold firewood that day, and I divided it among you!"

"Thank you, Brother Little Frog!" Xiaowen held the steamed bun in both hands and took a big bite, the taste in the dream really appeared in his mouth, and the steamed bun was like a delicacy in the world for leftovers and chaff.

"Brother Little Frog, why don't you eat?" Xiaowen found that Fu Xiaowa was watching him eat.

"Oh, I've eaten it!" Fu Xiaowa smiled.

This little lie made Xiaowen believe it so lightly.

After a short sleep, it was the middle of the night, and it was time to get up to catch up with the next day's kitchen supply of firewood and water. The day's task was still well accomplished, and the kitchen was well supplied with firewood and water.

After the morning in the kitchen, there is a rare break for two people, who can rest for an hour or two before starting the noon supply of firewood and water.

The winter sun is shining, sprinkled on every corner of the martial arts hall, the snow has not yet melted, and the cold of the past has seeped into people's bones. On the martial arts field, stone locks, wooden stakes, sandbags and other training weapons are arranged in an orderly manner, and the junior apprentices of the martial arts hall are greeting them with all their strength, and the boxers next to them are pointing one by one.

Martial arts, if there is no master to teach this kind of thing, you will take a lot of detours when you practice it yourself. There is only one junior boxer, Gu Shuo's surname is Chen, and he is a martial artist hired by Tai'an Martial Arts Hall with a high salary, this boxer has been teaching in the hall for many years, and he has taught countless apprentices, and he is full of experience in teaching new apprentices.

If the basic skills are solid, you can enter the next stage of learning, and the master will personally teach the beginner boxing method of Chang Hate Boxing. The advanced martial arts practice grounds are all indoors, with special places to teach and practice.

Now the martial arts field is full of new apprentices, most of these apprentices are half-grown children like Fu Xiaowa, and martial arts learning should start from a young age, especially a lot of resilience in the body, which can only be shaped when they are young.

On the martial arts field, these children are pressing their legs, practicing somersaults, and punching sandbags, and perhaps in a year or two, they will be qualified to enter the practice of Chang Hate Boxing.

Fu Xiaowa and Xiaowen were lying on the pyre next to the martial arts field, and the two of them were also familiar with this martial arts hall, every day was the shouting of the apprentices in the martial arts field, such days were calm, boring, and fulfilling.

The two were watching with relish, when a group of children who were practicing martial arts in the martial arts arena noticed the two of them, and the boxer was not there.

"Look at the two who ask for food, throw them away, throw them away!" suddenly shouted a child, these children were the children of rich families, and they were naughty by nature, and one of them started to heckle, and the rest of the children picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at the two of them.

"Stinky food, smash you to death, hahaha!" a group of children smashed.

The sky was full of stones, and Xiaowen and Xiaowa hurriedly hugged their heads and ran away, which gave the children more fun. The children are throwing up, and this is perhaps a little fun for them to live in the boring martial arts here. But this was a catastrophe for Little Frog and Xiao Wen, and Little Frog and Little Wen suddenly broke their heads and bled all over their bodies. ...,

"Ouch, it hurts!" At the kitchen door, Xiaowen covered the big bag on his head, Fu Xiaowa also had a blue nose and swollen face, and took a snowball to help Xiaowen rub the big bag on his head.

"Bear with me!"

"Brother, are we being bullied like this? No, I want to teach these stinky boys a lesson!" Xiaowen said angrily.

"Let's hide, don't provoke them!"

"If I can learn that hand or two, I will definitely teach them a lesson!" Xiaowen couldn't swallow that breath.

"Don't be angry, let's have lunch, and we will continue to work in the afternoon!"

"Hmm!"

Needless to say, the lunch that Fu Xiaowa said was that the two of them brought back the leftovers mixed with bran that were difficult to swallow and didn't even eat pigs, Xiaowen looked at the terrible thing and couldn't help but sigh.

"Here, there is still a steamed bun here, you can eat it!" Fu Xiaowa took out a large white flour steamed bun from under the pyre.

"Brother, don't you only have two steamed buns?" Xiao Wen looked at the steamed buns, and then at the little frog, if he remembered correctly, Fu Xiaowa could only afford two steamed buns.

Fu Xiaowa smiled and said, "I'm used to eating this bran rice, you can eat this steamed bun,"

Xiaowen didn't know why he was so easy to blush, tears always came out of his anger, and he said in a trembling voice: "Why?"

"What, what, why?"

"Why?" Xiaowen stared at Fu Xiaowa with tears, and the sentence was still in his mouth.

"What nonsense are you talking about, take it and eat it!" Fu Xiaowa smiled and forced the steamed bun into Xiaowen.

"Why?" Xiaowen trembled his hands, holding the steamed bun, with a stalk in his voice.

"Are you a mess of the kid?" Fu Xiaowa pretended to touch Xiaowen's forehead.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Tears rolled in Xiaowen's eyes, like a flood that was about to burst.

"Because ......" Fu Xiaowa's smile precipitated and became serious, like a simple reason that hit people's hearts like Hong Zhong: "You are my brother!"

This is the simplest and most solemn promise at the beginning, which washed Xiaowen's heart like a flood.

"Brother!" Xiaowen's tears burst into his eyes, and he threw himself into Fu Xiaowa's arms and cried, the word brother had been deeply imprinted in his heart.

Often, the two brothers would be thrown stones by the children in the martial arts hall, and there was no way to hide, and the boring life of these children in the martial arts hall needed these two beggars to have fun.

At the kitchen door one day, the two brothers were rubbing their big bags with blue noses and swollen faces.

When the steward saw these two handymen with blue noses and swollen faces, instead of being angry at the children's behavior, he sneered and said, "Look at the virtues of the two of you, like two lost dogs, can you make a good breath?"

The two of them had nothing to say, only rubbing the wounds.

"If you are beaten up, you won't be beaten back, what a wreck!"

"Hu, Hu is in charge, it's not right to beat someone!" Fu Xiaowa said tremblingly.

"Look, this is what the man said?" The Hu steward was as fat as a pig, and he spoke quite manly: "Beat, beat and win, I'll give you steamed buns to eat!"

Steamed buns, these two words are like a spell around the hearts of the two children.

"Steamed buns, if you win, you will have steamed buns to eat," the two of them recited this sentence in despair and returned to ......the firewood room.

That night, neither of them slept well.

The next day, the group of children was very accustomed to finding Fu Xiaowa and Xiaowen at the door of the firewood room, screaming happily, picking up the stone and throwing it.

"I'm fighting with you!" Xiaowen shouted and rushed towards the group of children, but the little frog couldn't stop it, so in order to protect Xiaowen, they had to rush over together.

This sudden abnormal action first made the group of children stunned for a moment, they immediately reacted, picked up the stones one after another, and threw them more violently, Fu Xiaowa and Xiaowen had not yet rushed in front of them, they had already been smashed to the ground.

The two guys with blue noses and swollen faces appeared at the door of the kitchen again, and Manager Hu still smiled contemptuously at them, without saying a word, and the two of them brought back the leftovers and pretended to be chaff.

In the firewood room, the two brothers were still discussing, and Xiaowen said: "What should I do, don't talk about winning against them, I can't even get close to them now!"

"No, we need to be able to dodge the rocks!" Bo Frog decided.

At night, under the dim street lamp, Fu Xiaowa nodded,

Xiaowentuan got a lot of snowballs, and then threw them at Fu Xiaowa, Fu Xiaowa began to practice catching or dodging, Fu Xiaowa often does coolies, has a good physique, strength and speed are okay, after practicing, he asked Xiaowen to change to a stone.

More or less when practicing, he will always be hit by some stones, and after a few days of practice, Fu Xiaowa has more bruises and purples on his body. I don't know why, Xiaowen practiced very fast, and after practicing for a long time, Fu Xiaowa couldn't hit Xiaowen with a stone.

The appearance of the two naturally attracted the group of children, Bo Xiaowa and Xiaowen looked at each other, nodded to each other, and rushed forward together. ''''''''