Before dinner, the housekeeper hurriedly reported to Liu Tong before the lady came.
"You said he knocked out Zhao Er? Isn't he a nerd? Didn't Zhao Er say he was good at beating?"
The housekeeper was also puzzled: "Maybe it was a coincidence. Zhao Er stepped on the leg of the table and was hit by his knee when he fell. It must have been a coincidence."
"Didn't Zhao Er bring anyone with him? There are always a few naughty people around him, right?"
"I brought one with me, and people from Shuntian Mansion also came, but there was a young master who brought his servants to fight against injustice, and even threatened that he is not afraid of Zhao Wenhua."
Liu Tong was stunned, thinking that the person who dared to speak like this was at least the child of a second-grade official.
Although Zhao Wenhua is a third-rank minister, his godfather is Yan Song, and he doesn't look down upon anyone below the second rank.
"This kid is so lucky, why can't we deal with him? Did he make any money today?"
The housekeeper smiled: "He tested the calligraphy of the painting girl in Chunyan Tower and said that the painting girl wanted "three people to live together". Not only did the painting girl not give him any money, she even scratched his face."
Liu Tong was overjoyed: "Hahahahahaha, I just said there are so many fools in the world for him to lie to!"
The butler continued to report the good news: "The young master who was fighting against the injustice also said that he was helping him out of justice, but he hated liars like him. Tomorrow, he will have his handwriting tested. If he tests correctly, he will be given money. If he tests correctly, he will be given money. If not, he will destroy the stall!"
Liu Tong looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahahahaha...uh."
Liu Xueer was standing at the second door, glaring at him, followed by her mother and younger brother.
Liu Xueer walked away with a puff of sleeves, and Mrs. Liu quickly shouted: "It's time to eat!"
"I'm not hungry!"
Mrs. Liu glared at Liu Tong, and Liu Tong coughed: "Peng'er, remember to leave some food for your sister."
Seeing that Xiao Feng failed to take out the money like he did two days ago, Qiao Qiao couldn't hide his disappointment.
"Mom, you have saved a lot of cloth for weaving in the past two days. I will go sell the cloth tomorrow."
Qiao Niang glanced at Xiao Feng and said softly: "She has nothing to do when she is at home. She might as well go out for a walk."
Xiao Feng smiled: "You can't be idle, do some work for me at home."
Qiaoqiao suddenly became energetic: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Feng took out a piece of paper, drew a schematic diagram, and explained it to Qiaoqiao again.
"This is called a boxing target, this is called a sandbag, and this is a protective gear with bamboo inside. You and mother sew together."
Qiaoqiao nodded as if she didn't understand: "What's it for?"
Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes: "Practice martial arts."
Qiaoqiao raised her head: "My father taught me how to practice martial arts when he was here, so I don't need these things."
"My father taught you sword skills, but fist and kick skills are the basis of all kung fu. And the knife may not always be by your side, but fists and kicks will never leave you."
Xiao Feng could still remember the scene where Xiao Wannian taught Qiao Qiao how to practice martial arts, but he was not interested in learning martial arts at that time.
Looking back at this time, Xiao Wannian was very good at swordsmanship, but Qiaoqiao was very young at that time, so Xiao Wannian only taught her the basics, and did not teach her fists or kicks at all.
Qiaoqiao's impression was much more profound. She still remembers Xiao Wannian telling her in a drunken state: "Qiaoqiao, it's useless for girls to learn boxing and kicking. They are born to suffer. When you are bullied, you can tolerate it if you can, and if you can't bear it, break it off." Fall happily."
Early the next morning, Xiao Feng came to his stall.
Now this fortune-telling stall with constantly rising prices has become very famous, and people gathered around it early on.
Surprisingly, the child from yesterday was not there. He said harsh words in front of everyone. Why did he break his promise today?
Xiao Feng recalled the child's particularly angry look and felt that he would not be the kind of person who would shrink from battle.
There were many people watching the fun, but no one came to tell fortunes. After all, not everyone can afford the sky-high price of three taels of silver.
Xiao Feng picked up the pen to change the brand, and there was a burst of anticipation from the people around him.
"Look, the brand has been changed!"
"Is the price going to increase again?"
"No way! It's already three taels of silver, and it's still going up?"
Xiao Feng stopped writing and the sign changed: "Already booked today."
Amidst everyone's disappointed sighs, Xiao Feng stretched himself and sat down, waiting patiently, while observing the skill of the old man next to him in telling others' fortunes.
Lao Dao's business has improved a lot in the past two days, not because he is too good, but because of the support of his peers.
Under Xiao Feng's sign of three taels of silver, ten cents is really too conscientious.
This is like opening a Roujiamo shop downstairs from Pizza Hut. When everyone takes a look at Pizza Hut, they immediately feel that Roujiamo is extremely cost-effective.
Moreover, he is sophisticated and not pretentious. He can calculate as many times as he wants and never engage in hunger marketing.
The people's fortune-telling desire, which was driven by Xiao Feng, had to be vented somewhere, so the old Taoist business became popular.
Although the old Taoist is not as capable as Xiao Feng, he is skillful in speaking and has deep routines. What he says comes out of nowhere, making it seem plausible.
The further things are in the future, the more certain and decisive he says them; the closer things are, the more vague and ambiguous they are.
When he became anxious, he made a very frightened look and said: "The secret must not be leaked!"
Xiao Feng was watching intently when someone knocked on the table: "Give me a fortune!"
Xiao Feng looked up and saw a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, followed by several servant-looking people.
Xiao Feng pointed to the sign behind him: "Sorry, I'm booked today. If you want to make it up, please come early tomorrow."
The man was furious: "Asshole, the fortune teller still has a reservation? You are not a girl from the brothel or the Jiaofang Department!"
Xiao Feng looked him up and down: "Do you also know that girls from brothels and Jiaofangsi need to make reservations? It seems that they go there a lot."
The man was speechless for a moment. Although going to a brothel was not a shameful thing, his status was rather special.
As the steward of the Vice Minister's Mansion, although he is not an official, people know that they will always say that the family tradition is not strict. Zhao Wenhua has been particularly sensitive to the reputation since he recognized Yan Song as his godfather.
The so-called being both responsible and established is this kind of mentality. If he dares to cause trouble for Zhao Wenhua casually, it will not do any good.
What's more, he came to trouble Xiao Feng at Zhao Er's invitation. Zhao Er usually used the banner as a tiger skin, but Zhao Wenhua didn't take him seriously, nor did he care about his filial piety.
The person who usually supports Zhao Er and proves that Zhao Er and Zhao Wenhua are related is actually the housekeeper Zhao Ping.
Zhao Er's filial piety naturally went into Zhao Ping's pocket, so when Zhao Er was beaten, Zhao Ping was more excited than anyone else and immediately brought people to find a place.
Therefore, Zhao Ping cannot openly admit that he has been to a brothel, even if he has indeed been there countless times.
Zhao Ping rolled his eyes and changed the subject: "Don't talk nonsense. Since you have set up a stall, you have to do business. If you don't dare to count, then admit that you are a liar, close the stall and get out!"
Xiao Feng shook his head: "I promised people that I would tell people's fortunes today. If I close the stall and leave, wouldn't it be a breach of trust?"
When the old Taoist saw that the two sides were at loggerheads, and it was obvious that Zhao Ping and his gang had bad intentions, he quickly advised him: "Xiao Feng, look it's already past noon, and the young master hasn't come yet, so he probably won't come. You Just give him a fortune and that's it."
Xiao Feng smiled: "They said they would come for fortune telling today, but they didn't say when today. I should at least wait until sunset before I break my promise."
Zhao Ping said with a cruel smile: "Don't blame me. You set up a stall and refuse to tell me your fortune. Either you are a liar and don't dare to tell me your fortune, or you look down on me. No matter which way it is, I will beat you as a matter of course!"
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the servant behind him rolled up his arms and sleeves, and came forward aggressively.
Xiao Feng stood up, tensed his whole body, and was ready to challenge a group of people alone.
His body has not yet been trained, and even though he has fighting experience in his previous life, it is impossible for him to beat so many people.
But his target is Zhao Ping. Experience told him that in this inevitable defeat situation, he must keep an eye on the leader and beat him to death, leaving the rest to do whatever they want.
Just when it was about to break out, someone suddenly shouted: "Is it Mr. Xiao Feng?"
