"Xiao Qi didn't come back?"
The master picked up the bowl and chopsticks and asked casually.
The senior brother looked at everyone and shook his head:
"Junior Brother Zhang went to the Qinggang this morning and hasn't come back yet."
"Yes, the Seventh Senior Brother has recently gone to the Qinggang. I heard that it seems that it was because the Qinggang had a big fight with the Hongshan Association at the dock half a month ago and got angry. Now no one is willing to admit defeat. It's a small fight. It happens several times a day.”
Liang Le added that he often goes to the vegetable market and is well-informed.
"oh."
The master nodded slightly, without asking any more questions, and took a mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewing it slowly, as if he was thinking about something.
Fan Luo picked up a piece of finger-thick, alternately fat and thin meat and put it into his mouth. It softened in the mouth and was full of fragrance, but a little greasy. He picked up another piece of taro slices, which had been steamed and a little soft. They tasted very pink and very soft. tasty.
He took a few bites of rice and his eyes fell on the large plate of chicken.
"Senior Brother Liang Le, the chicken is very smooth and tender, but there are too few mushrooms..."
Fan Luo chewed it a few times and spit out a bone.
Liang Le stretched out his chopsticks and poked the chicken butt.
"I can't help it. There aren't many dried mushrooms. I'm only allowed to buy two taels."
Senior Brother's eyes were fixed on the chicken butt on Liang Le's chopsticks, his eyes clearly showing reluctance, as if his beloved thing had been taken away.
When Liang Le bit the chicken butt, the senior brother couldn't help but said:
"Liang Le, forget it if you can't buy shiitake mushrooms. Next time... buy some more chicken butts."
"Why?"
"...!"
The eldest brother was speechless and picked at his rice.
Eighth senior brother He Ming said with a smile: "Why else? Of course our senior brother also likes to eat chicken butts."
"But a chicken only has one butt, and the stall owner refuses to cut it off and sell it separately. Bah, bah, bah...I asked, bah..."
Liang Le muttered, his mouth full of grease.
Because of Fan Luo's appearance, the food in the martial arts hall is much better than before. Although there was meat in the meals before, it was not a full meal.
Everyone, you ask me, I ask you, you are too embarrassed to eat more.
Nowadays, there are chicken, duck, fish, pork, mutton, and sometimes beef. There are several kinds of meat in each meal, which can be eaten as much as you want, and it is very satisfying.
This made everyone who was a little unhappy about Fan Luo's arrival change their mentality, thinking that this little junior brother was doing well.
The relationship between the brothers has become much better.
Especially Liang Le, who had been bullied all the time, his waist straightened up and his self-confidence was through the roof. Now other senior brothers have to tell him in a nice way what they want to eat. When he gets upset, he comes back and says that the food is not available in the market.
Fan Luo, as the one who was taken advantage of, didn't care about the money at all.
He can harvest dozens of gold pimples every day, and sometimes he doesn't even bother to search the robber's body. His current gold has exceeded 10 million.
You must know that this is gold, and it can be exchanged for a lot of silver dollars here.
When money comes easily, people will lose the concept of money. It is like a string of numbers. They know that it is increasing or decreasing, but their mood does not fluctuate.
"Don't talk to me about money, I'm not interested in money!"
A few days ago, when Zhang Jin invited him to jointly open a cloth shop, Fan Luo declined him with these words.
In fact, the real reason is that he dislikes Zhang Jin's identity. These gang members are causing trouble everywhere. If they open a shop together, their enemies may come and smash them at some point.
He is not short of money, so why should he ask for trouble?
"Bang bang bang, open the door, open the door quickly, Master Lan! Master Lan!"
There was a loud knock on the door, someone was looking for Master.
The eldest brother put down his bowls and chopsticks and strode towards the door.
Other brothers and sisters also stopped eating and followed behind.
The door was opened by the senior brother, and everyone's expressions instantly became solemn. The people who came were from the Qing Gang, not many, just two people, but they saw the person the other party was carrying, a man covered in blood.
Fan Luo raised his eyebrows, and the chip immediately identified who the bloody man was.
It was Zhang Jin who had not been seen for most of the day and did not return to the martial arts hall for dinner.
"What's going on? Who is this? Is he hurt so badly?"
The senior brother asked loudly, with a somewhat excited tone.
In fact, everyone already had a vague guess in their minds at this time, but they were not sure or willing to believe it, because the blood and flesh on the bloody man's face was rolled up, as if someone had cut his face with a knife, and his clothes were in tatters, as if he had been beaten by a group of people. He was surrounded by dozens and hundreds of chops, leaving bruises all over his body.
People are already dying.
"It's Master Zhang, it's Zhang Jin."
The Youth Gang disciple who was carrying Zhang Jin cried.
"Quick, go call the doctor."
Master Lanshan walked out at some point. After learning that it was Zhang Jin, he immediately gave orders.
Liang Le was the first to rush out and go to the medical center.
The others quickly and carefully carried Zhang Jin back to the martial arts hall.
Fan Luo came to the kitchen, added firewood to the still-burning stove, and put a pot of water on it to boil.
He knew it would be needed soon.
By the time he went out with a basin of hot water, the master had already taken out the martial arts medicine box and started trying to stop Zhang Jin's bleeding and treat his wounds.
There is no separation between medicine and martial arts.
Lanshan Martial Arts School often has people hurt themselves while practicing martial arts, so they always have all kinds of medicines on hand, especially bruise medicines, hemostatic medicines, gauze, etc.
Some martial arts schools even have doctors sitting in the hall.
Not long after, Liang Le came back dragging the panting doctor.
He was the one who prescribed medicine to Master some time ago to recuperate his body.
"Dr. Lin, please excuse me."
Lan Shan cupped his hands and said.
Doctor Lin didn't reply, put down the medicine box and began to check Zhang Jin's injuries.
"Cut your clothes and be careful."
Doctor Lin ordered while opening the medicine box.
"Is there hot water?"
"have."
Fan Luo put down the iron basin filled with hot water.
The doctor took out a piece of cloth, put it in a basin and soaked it, and then took out a few more things.
"Get out of the way and stop surrounding me."
Doctor Lin drove everyone away.
An hour later, Doctor Lin exhaled. Under him, Zhang Jin was wrapped in layers of gauze, and the strong smell of medicine filled the entire martial arts hall.
Fan Luo and Liang Le each came over holding a bowl. Liang Le's bowl contained the medicine that would be given to Zhang Jin later, and Fan Luo's bowl contained warm water for Dr. Lin.
Tons tons tons~
Doctor Lin was obviously tired. He drank a full bowl of water, took a breath and said:
"What needs to be done is done, and now it depends on his life."
"Xiao Qi has a tough life."
Lanshan said, handing over the medical fee.
Dr. Lin was not polite. After receiving the consultation fee, he gave a few words of advice and went back.
"If you are not full, go and eat first."
Lanshan said, sitting on the Taishi chair.
Liang Le handed over hot tea.
Fan Luo returned to the dining table and continued to eat rice and vegetables without being affected at all.
Others have lost their appetite.
Finally, Liang Le also joined the dinner table. Even though he was killing chickens and cutting meat in the kitchen every day, his appetite was not affected by Zhang Jin's tragic situation.
The two of them ate in silence. After finishing, Fan Luo helped clear away the dishes.
The senior brother found them and ordered the two of them to keep vigil and watch Zhang Jin.
They were there in the second half of the night, and the tenth senior brother Hong Tu and the eleventh senior brother Zhang Bangbo were there in the first half of the night.
