Chapter 23 Sand and Stone
The world is like this. If you are not strong enough, you have to admit it. Don’t think about changing your fate against the will of heaven. We need to recognize that our status is not enough. Just don’t think that everyone will give you some face.
Looking at the palm prints on the table, Chen Pingan understood the situation clearly.
The two levels of qi and blood are perfect, and the training is successful! Originally he only knew a concept, but the palm prints on the table made him clearly understand the gap.
After accumulating strength, taking a palm print and leaving such a palm print lightly are not the same concepts.
The latter represents the ability to freely retract and release strength.
With such strength, he is no match.
With this strength, if Little Tiger Master were to hit him with one palm, he, who was just a man in an iron cloth shirt, would not be able to bear it down. If there were a few more palms, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die!
Monthly money!
The so-called monthly money is just a nicer way of saying protection fee.
For a long time, the Hutou Gang collected monthly money in Lihua Alley and surrounding streets. It is indeed something everyone knows.
However, since Lao Chentou established himself in the county town, he has never paid Lao Shizi any monthly payment.
If Lao Chen Tou has never done it before, Chen Pingan will certainly not do it.
The last words Mr. Xiao Hu left had a very clear meaning. Starting from next month, Chen Pingan will start paying the monthly payment.
At that time, Old Chen Tou could not pay the monthly fee because he was an official official registered with the Fusi of Nanquanlixiang Town and had perfect martial arts, Qi and blood.
Today, although Chen Ping'an is also a servant of Fusi in Nanquanlixiang Town. But in the eyes of Mr. Xiaohu and others, firstly, there is no introduction to martial arts, and secondly, they are just temporary servants who are not registered.
Compared with the old Chentou back then, it was like heaven and earth!
The monthly money rules were set by the Hutou Gang. Old Chen Tou could break them back then, but Chen Pingan cannot break them now.
In the eyes of Mr. Xiao Hu and others, the status of being an unregistered sergeant is not enough!
If you don’t have enough strength, you can only do it in vain! This is power and the truth of this world.
Chen Ping'an stepped forward and closed the courtyard door, and then the smile on his face slowly disappeared.
"Brother, are you okay~"
Seeing that something was wrong with Chen Ping'an's expression, Chen Erya hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him. She also heard everything Little Tiger said just now.
"Nanny, brother is fine! After paying off the debt, brother feels relieved."
Chen Pingan raised the paper in his hand.
"Well! All the money has been paid off, and with my brother working outside, life at home will get better and better!"
The little girl was talking to herself, nodding her head to make herself more convincing.
"I heard from the aunts in the next few houses that the monthly money of the Hutou Gang is based on head. A young man is worth one denarius, a young woman is half a denarius, and the elderly and children are paid twenty small pennies. At home, only my brother and his wife are paid. I only pay one hundred and twenty small sums a month, which is easy with my brother’s monthly salary~"
The little girl pretended to be relaxed.
A lot of silver coins, one tael of silver is equal to ten coins of silver. One denarius is equal to one hundred small coins.
Chen Pingan touched the little girl's head and nodded in agreement.
"Well, Nannan is right. It's only a hundred and twenty small dollars, which is not a difficult thing for my brother."
"Yeah." The little girl nodded heavily.
"Nanny, we have paid off all the money we owe, and we, brother and sister, will have a good life in the days to come."
Chen Ping'an hugged Chen Erya into his arms, but there was a divine light shining in his eyes.
"Monthly money!? At most one month, I will let this Tiger Head Gang break this rule for me!"
In the small courtyard, Chen Pingan comforted Chen Erya. Since it was a holiday, he didn't need to go on duty to patrol the streets, so he practiced the iron shirt one extra time in the afternoon.
It was still half an hour, and the experience value on the panel changed from 4 to 5.
Chen Ping'an wanted to try the iron cloth shirt for the second time, but found that his skin was slightly red, which was a bit unsustainable. It should be because the time between his breaks is not long enough.
"If every day is a holiday, I can get one more opportunity to practice during the day!"
Chen Ping'an thought secretly. It's a pity that there is only one day off in ten days.
After practicing the iron cloth shirt, Chen Pingan wiped his body a little. This whole afternoon, he stayed in the small courtyard without going out.
What I’m going to cook tonight is braised pig’s trotters, which is a tough dish. Therefore, Chen Ping'an and Chen Erya got busy in the small kitchen early. The two brothers and sisters work together very quickly.
Today’s dinner: a large bowl of braised pork trotters, a plate of fried pork slices with seasonal vegetables, a bowl of steamed eggs with shrimps, and two bowls of white rice, one large and one small.
The entire small courtyard is filled with the aroma of meat, making people salivate.
Practicing martial arts consumes a lot of money, so Chen Ping'an actually ate all this dinner.
This time, Chen Erya was shocked.
Forget about the rest of the dishes, but this braised pig's trotters.
It's said to be pig's trotters, but in fact, the meat from the top of the pig's trotters is all there!
"Brother, your appetite is really good lately!"
The little girl stared at Chen Pingan in surprise.
"Hahaha, yes, it's not bad!" Chen Ping'an picked the residue from the pork bones and said with a smile.
"Brother is practicing martial arts now and needs a sufficient supply of qi and blood. The body is hungry and thirsty, which will naturally increase his appetite! Girl, buy some beef and mutton back tomorrow, don't save money! As long as my brother is successful in martial arts, he will become an official servant , everything that should be there will be there!”
Looking at Chen Pingan, who was still unfinished, the little girl nodded repeatedly.
After the meal, the brother and sister chatted for a while. When they were halfway clearing the dishes, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“Who is it?”
The two looked at each other and Chen Pingan asked.
"Brother Chen, it's me. Uncle Zhang."
A deep voice sounded outside the door.
"It's Uncle Zhang!"
Chen Pingan hurriedly opened the courtyard door and found a dark-skinned, strong and capable old man standing outside the door. It was Uncle Zhang.
Uncle Zhang was carrying a basket on each side, which was exactly the sand and gravel Chen Pingan wanted.
"Come on, come on, Uncle Zhang, come in quickly."
Chen Pingan welcomed the old man into the door.
"Brother Chen, where do you want to put these gravels?"
Entering the small courtyard, Uncle Zhang looked around.
"Just leave it there!"
Chen Pingan pointed to the corner next to the courtyard gate.
Uncle Zhang responded, put down the basket of sand and gravel, slowly tipped it over, and poured it onto Chen Ping'an's finger.
"Brother Chen, what do you want this gravel for?"
Uncle Zhang asked curiously while pouring the gravel.
"Oh, that's it. The Town and Fu Division passed down some grappling techniques and asked us to practice them with sand and gravel."
Chen Pingan lied casually.
"So that's how it is." Uncle Zhang nodded, showing a hint of envy as he spoke: "You are worthy of being a government official. The benefits are great, and the kung fu has been passed down."
"Nothing, just a little superficial effort, better than nothing." Chen Pingan laughed. "Brother Zhang helps out in the restaurant's kitchen and is doing well!"
"Hey, Brother Chen, if my Tieniu was half as good as you, that old man would make me laugh even in my dreams."
While the two were chatting, the two baskets of gravel were quickly dumped into the small courtyard.
(End of chapter)