Gu Dan stared at the blood stains on the wooden stick and iron piece, and then looked at Du Fugui who was kneeling on the ground, not daring to get up from all fours.
Some guys are like this. If you talk to him nicely, he will feel that he is in the right and dare to keep making excuses.
To deal with such people, reasoning and presenting facts are useless. Sticks are more effective than any words.
"Forget it, there's no need to dirty my hands." Gu Dan shook his head.
"Sir Gu, you really have a lot!"
Wang Laotou cupped his hands and said, "However, the stick technique that dad passed on to me cannot be ruined like this."
As he spoke, he raised the wooden stick in his hand and suddenly hit Du Fugui's arm!
"Click~"
A crisp sound and a miserable howl sounded almost at the same time.
Du Fugui's face turned as red as a pig's liver, his throat was crawling, and at first he could howl like a human voice. After a while, he could only gasp, and the veins on his neck became slender.
Then he started coughing violently again, and the blood and mucus from his breath seemed to be choked into his heart and lungs along with the cold wind. He couldn't control himself and began to vomit, and an unpleasant smell floated in the air.
In just an instant, Du Fugui, who had been able to talk freely to excuse himself before, was completely ugly.
Gu Dan frowned slightly, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
As the saying goes, a gentleman is far away from the kitchen and cannot bear to see his death.
Even animals are like this, let alone humans? Even if it's just a black-hearted beast in human skin.
People have empathy, and he knows in his heart that Du Fugui's crimes will be difficult to repay even if he dies, but there is a difference between seeing someone being tortured in person and being executed neatly.
When the head fell to the ground with one stab, he would only clap his hands and cheer.
But seeing a person being abused and exposed with his own eyes - and that person is right in front of you, is a great test for your four senses of sight, sound, smell and taste.
However, he didn't say anything and felt a little uncomfortable, which showed that he was still a normal person.
If he can feel joy or excitement from it, he may have to consider finding ways to study Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures.
Wang Laotou glanced at Gu Dan, stretched out a hand and forcibly lifted Du Fugui up, "I'm not familiar with the third stick yet. Next time you feel sick, come to me. I’ll help you with your diagnosis and treatment again, do you hear me?”
"Listen...I heard it. Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir!"
Du Fugui tried to squeeze out a smile on his face full of pain, but the severe pain made his expression extremely ferocious, and the so-called smile was even more ugly.
Gu Dan was sure that when Du Fugui thanked Wang Laotou, he was much more sincere than when he thanked himself before.
Cause and effect cycle, retribution is unpleasant.
Evil people still need to be punished by evil people. My ancestors will not deceive me!
"Then get lost!"
After kicking Du Fugui several times, Wang Laotou asked again: "Master Gu, who else is blind? Let's help him treat his illness."
After hesitating for a moment, Gu Dan shook his head and said, "No more. Wang Laotou's stick skills are unique and eye-opening to me. I happen to also have some precious medicines handed down from my ancestors. I'll let Wang Mang try it out when I have time."
A smile suddenly appeared on Wang Laotou's face, and he said quickly: "Then I'll spare you the trouble!"
"I'm afraid I might cause trouble to you." Gu Dan said.
In prison, cell leader Wang could hit anyone he wanted.
But now these are all prisoners who have been released from prison, and the other party is really ruthless. If someone is killed, it will be all in vain.
It was enough to vent out the bad breath in my heart. Although some people's lives were a disaster, it was not him who had the final say in Oyue.
The Dog Emperor wants to grant amnesty to the world, but they can only accept it.
"Gu...Master Gu."
Ding Ji clutched his ribs, endured the pain, and shouted with a grin on his face.
"Um?"
Wang Laotou's eyes flashed fiercely, there are still people who can't open their eyes and need treatment?
"Don't fight this!"
Seeing that Wang Laotou raised the wooden stick in his hand again, Gu Dan quickly stopped him.
"Master Gu, I'm really just here to thank you. I'm not on the same side as them." Ding Ji's expression was painful, but more aggrieved.
It was a pity that he was slandered first, and then when Wang Laotou and others rushed over, they didn't pay much attention at all, and they could be said to beat everyone on sight.
Because he was standing close to the front, he received not only a stick but also a severe kick. At this time, there were some scratches on his face.
"Um......"
Noticing Ding Ji's injury, Gu Dan was speechless for a while.
Ding Ji was the only one who spoke up for him before, but he was beaten up by everyone. Wang Laotou rushed up and hit him again with a stick. He was really an old unlucky man.
After thinking about it, Gu Dan asked: "What are you going to do when you go back? What kind of livelihood can you make?"
"When I go back, I will continue to farm and try to get a wife as soon as possible... A widow is also fine." Ding Ji said hesitantly.
He was still very young and had been in prison for several years before he was twenty.
It is common for poor people to get married at the age of fourteen or fifteen. If someone at his age in the village has not yet started a family, he can be called a bachelor. It is difficult to find a new wife.
"I opened a martial arts gym with my friends. Are you interested in being a hired worker? Just look at the door and see someone coming to greet you. Just clean and tidy up the yard. I'll give you 900 Wen per month. By the way. , I don’t care if I eat or not,” Gu Dan said.
Nine hundred cents per month is equivalent to more than half of a tael of silver.
The price is neither high nor low. Day laborers who work hard during the busy farming season can earn about one tael of silver per month.
As for long-term workers who are in charge of food, food and housing, they can earn three to four taels of silver a year.
He doesn't care about eating, so it's natural for him to give a higher price.
The chef was invited by him, not hired.
After all, he is a direct descendant of the royal chef and has good skills. Which big restaurant can't he go to?
His invitation is more of a cooperative relationship.
For example, in addition to cooking for Mo Qiu and Gu Dan on weekdays, if apprentices who come to the martial arts hall want to eat something good, they only need to discuss it with the cook. As for how much the cook will charge, it is entirely up to him, and there is no need to discuss the income with Gu Dan. Profit sharing depends entirely on your ability to make money.
It is precisely because of this relaxation and freedom that the chef is willing to go to a little-known martial arts gym and try it out first.
Mo Qiu is the only one who is really in charge of the affairs of the martial arts hall now. It is indeed time to recruit someone to help him. At least he can't just let them go for a while, right?
Ding Ji has a grateful heart. Although he is not good at words, such a person makes Gu worry even more.
Who is recruiting but not recruiting? It is always better to find someone who has shown kindness to you.
"Thank you, sir!"
Ding Ji's face glowed with joy, and his ribs felt less painful.
Compared to working hard from dawn to dusk in farming, being a hired worker with a monthly salary of 900 yuan seems to be extremely high-end and plump. It is a job that many people can't ask for.
"Master Gu is so grand, even I was moved."
Wang Laotou reached out and patted Ding Ji on the shoulder, and said kindly: "Brothers, that slap was a misunderstanding. Let's set the table for wine later and have a good meal."
Ding Ji was flattered and said quickly: "It's just a misunderstanding. There is no need to trouble you anymore."
"Where are you talking? Since you are following Mr. Gu, you should do your best. My son is still learning martial arts under Mr. Gu. He may need your help to keep an eye on him." Wang Laotou said.
The atmosphere suddenly became brotherly and respectful, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.
Gu Dan was carrying the medicine bag and was about to go back when he saw a man running towards him. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he seemed even more miserable than Du Fugui.
When the visitor saw Gu Dan, his eyes lit up and he immediately shouted: "Sir, help me!"
