"To answer your question, I am the Hei baby that Father Hei picked up."
"You know the etiquette, you don't look stupid."
Mo Xing walked out from behind the dilapidated desk, sighed, and said, "I heard that Old Hei Turtle is dead. Then why did Old Yanwu die?" His expression was a little sad, but it passed quickly, and he continued: " The old guy still owes me a copper coin, and the debt hasn't been settled yet."
Chang Siguo was stunned, and when he saw old man Mo Xing looking at him expectantly, he quickly said, "I don't know. Dad never said that you should ask him for payment."
"Ah, what are you talking about, you brat?"
Mo Xing stood on tiptoe in annoyance and gave Chang Siguo a blow on the brain. He took a few steps back and once again looked up and down at Chang Siguo who was standing there obediently letting him knock him. He chuckled and said, "You're really not stupid. You still know how to renege on your debt." . Hei Lao Turtle came to my place several times before, wanting to move you to a warehouse for retirement, but I told him to get lost."
After looking up for a while, he stretched out his skinny old fist and beat Chang Siguo's rock-solid chest a few times. He said with a satisfied smile: "There is not much work in the warehouse. Day and night, there are people taking turns on duty to inspect the supplies. There are a lot of idle people for transportation. From now on, you can just sweep the floor and follow the old man and me. When those robbers come to steal our things, just listen to my orders and beat them back hard. Can you do that?"
Chang Siguo's brain was very good, and it took him a second to realize that the robbers Mo Xing mentioned were the elders who came to take advantage of the autumn wind. He responded: "...Okay, I'll beat whoever you say." Whoever! All listen to you."
Okay, use him as a thug and he will have a lot of free time to practice and study.
Old Man Mo can understand the instructions. There are books and ink on the table, so he is obviously literate.
The characters in this world are somewhat similar to the Chinese traditional square characters, but they are different. When I have time in the future, I will just ask the old man for help on how to read, and I will even save the cost of repairing them.
Chang Siguo is still confident that he has a good relationship with Old Man Mo.
He could tell that Old Man Mo had a friendship with Father Hei. It was probably quite a shallow friendship. As for the matter of Father Hei's debt, just listen to it and never admit it.
You can't believe it either. Whoever believes it is a fool!
Three days later, in the early afternoon, the sky became a little gloomy and a cold wind started blowing.
Chang Siguo took a broom and cleaned every space in the warehouse. He specially made the messy public room where old man Mo stayed in orderly. The account books were arranged neatly, the old desk was wiped clean, and the big tea bowl was kept spotless. If it's empty, refill it immediately with hot water.
This sharp eye made old man Mo Xing particularly satisfied. He waved his hand to Chang Si and began to brag about the greatness and passion of his youth. As people get older, they all like to show off the excitement of the past to their juniors. He still takes the trouble to repeat it. Tossing again.
Chang thought about it and realized that it turned out that Old Man Mo was Tian Xiang'an's subordinate a long time ago. He followed Tian Xiang'an, who was still a young man, all the way through bloody battles. It wasn't until Tian Xiang'an got along with his uncle that Old Mo was injured in the eye. I used my credit to get a job as a warehouse guard.
After Tian Xiang'an prospered and was promoted to Captain of the Outpost Zuoying, Old Man Mo also followed suit and became the warehouse manager of the Outpost Zuoying, which is equivalent to the position of team leader. It is no wonder that Old Mo can not give face to other officers in the camp. .
This is a veteran with a backer!
Chang Siguo answered the question at the right time and said, "What happened next?"
"...You are so awesome, old lady!"
"It can still be like this!"
The inadvertent expression of admiration and the raised thumb greatly benefited Old Man Mo.
Not talking too much, just scratching the itch, just enough to enhance the relationship between two people. This is a technical job, and bragging and interaction can continue.
Just when the story was getting tense, someone knocked on the wooden door from outside, and the voice came in:
"Mr. Mo, Uncle Yan Zhengkuan is here. He said he wants to see you for something. May I ask..."
Old man Mo Xing was disturbed from his conversation. He was speechless, stared at his one eye and raised his head for a long time. Then he remembered who Yan Zhengkuan was. He suddenly became angry, spitted out three feet away, and shouted: "Fat Yan, get out of here." Far away, without Boss Tian's approval note, he wouldn't be able to exchange those rags for my military uniforms and equipment. If he has the ability, he can go to Beirong and grab them himself."
The rough guys in the army, no matter how well versed they are in writing, are just a covering.
He should be scolded when he should be scolded, and he should be bombarded if he should be scolded. This is the true character of a military man.
As soon as the curse was finished, there was a "bang", and the thick wooden door was kicked open and pitifully tilted to one side. A thick black man broke in, followed by five dashing followers.
Yan Zhengkuan rubbed his sleeves and scolded with a very unkind look on his face: "You blind man, the boss has already acquiesced. If you don't change your motherfucker today, you have to change. If you keep grinding, I will tie you up and rob you again, and the boss won't do it either." We will be blamed."
Judging from his tone, he is still a habitual offender.
Chang Siguo recognized this person as one of the people he had seen at Tian Xiang's camp that day. Naturally, he could not sit back and watch his immediate boss, Old Man Mo, suffer. He did not need to tell him what to do. He moved his feet like a thick wall of meat, unambiguous. He stood in front of the skinny Mo Xing.
There are factional interests in the military camp, and fights often occur if there is disagreement.
"Get away!"
Yan Zhengkuan shouted and hit Chang Siguo in the face who was blocking the way.
He didn't dare to really hit Old Man Mo, but he did it without any psychological burden on one of his subordinates. He also recognized Chang Siguo, the unlucky guy he had seen in the camp that day who almost became the captain's personal guard. You won't be polite if you start.
Chang Siguo would not let the other party slap him in the face, so what about the uncle? He reached out with his left hand and quickly grabbed Yan Zhengkuan's right wrist, like an iron clamp.
Yan Zhengkuan lost face, became angry and shouted anxiously: "Hit him! Beat him hard!"
The five men who came in following Yan Zhengkuan saw that their boss was at a disadvantage and quickly surrounded and attacked him. There were no tricks at all. They punched in the face, kicked in the abdomen, or grabbed the shoulders and elbows from behind. Every move was brutal.
Mo Xing stepped back, laughed, and shouted proudly: "Except Fatty Yan, throw them all out. If they dare to go to my territory and run wild, throw them out."
Several warehouse soldiers poured in from outside, just watching but not daring to step forward and take action.
Chang Siguo pulled Yan Zhengkuan and blocked the attack of the two men. He turned around and pushed Yan Zhengkuan away, using Yan Zhengkuan as a human shield. He staggered to the side and kicked his man. Taking advantage of the confusion, he stepped forward. He rushed out of the encirclement, quickly reached out with his right hand, grasped an incoming fist and threw it away.
"Pa", a figure flew out of the door and fell to the ground, whimpering.
Chang Siguo shuttled back and forth, taking advantage of every move. Within a moment, he threw all five people out the door.
After three days of practice, he has basically mastered the power control of his body. Otherwise, with his strong strength, he would have broken the bones of five people into pieces and used them as dominoes.
He also discovered that since he cultivated his breath and penetrated his meridians, his body's reaction was several times more sensitive than before. When he couldn't hide, his breath was everywhere, making him more resistant to beatings. When his opponent punched him, he took it as if nothing had happened. , he hit the opponent casually, but still restrained his strength, which also made the opponent feel so painful that his face wrinkled into a rag.
Naturally, the result of this melee was quickly revealed.
Yan Zhengkuan looked at the purple circle of pinch marks on his wrist, and then looked at him like a monster. He looked at Chang Siguo, who returned to Mo Xing as if nothing had happened after finishing his work, and looked at his subordinate who couldn't get up outside the door and screamed "Ouch!" , ignored it.
His eyes glowed horribly, and he clapped his hands for a while before shouting: "Okay! Hei Wa, right? Well done! From now on, you will follow me and I will ensure that you are popular and drink..."
With his eyes, he could immediately tell that Chang Siguo's skills were far beyond those of his subordinates.
It made him so excited that he almost shed tears.
What a talent, so fierce!
No wonder that fellow Mu Shuangquan was able to lead a group of old and weak infantry to annihilate a small group of Beirong sentry cavalry.
That’s what happened! It’s this Heiwa’s contribution!
He felt that he had finally found the real reason.
