Strengthening the Cultivation of the City

"Is there still a truce?"

Xu Xian came to Han Tian, ​​wanting to get back his steel sword.

His steel sword took a long time and cost a lot of money to make.

Han Tian was so cheap, he was a little unwilling.

Even if you redeem it with money!

But Han Tian just didn't open the door.

No one dared to touch the brick wall piled up at the gate.

"It's okay anyway, just wait here."

It's no big deal for Xu Xian to go back, after all, no matter how big it is, it's not as important as his steel sword.

With a steel sword in hand, his strength can rise to a higher level.

But without the steel sword, it would be hard to say.

"Bring me some food."

Xu Xian waited for a day. Although he had internal strength to support him, his physical strength was weak, so he had to call someone to bring some food and water.

"After I went back, I released the news, saying that Han Tian promised to return my weapon."

Xu Xian was unwilling to be alone, so he deliberately asked his subordinates to release smoke bombs.

Sure enough, someone came to accompany him the next day.

It's Cui Liang.

Strictly speaking, the craftsmanship of Cui Liang's three-section stick is better than Xu Xian's steel sword, and the cost is also higher.

So if Han Tian really wanted to return the weapon, he, Cui Liang, would worry more than anyone else.

"You are old."

But when Cui Liang saw Xu Xian sitting in front of the gate of the brick factory, he knew he had been cheated.

This Xu Xian is free by himself and wants to find someone to chat with him.

"If you feel bored, you can call Yang Changqing over." Xu Xian laughed.

"Isn't that easy?"

Cui Liang didn't know what method he used, but Yang Changqing rushed over from Fengning County with just a phone call.

"Where is my iron gun?"

Yang Changqing asked Cui Liang for weapons.

"Isn't that? It's all inside!"

Cui Liang made a fuss in the courtyard of the brick factory.

"You fool me?"

Yang Changqing stared.

"Our weapons are all here, since we are guarding here, why don't you come?"

No matter how big Yang Changqing's eyes are, Cui Liang is not afraid of him.

Actually,
Yang Changqing's seniority is considered young, because Cui Liang and Xu Xian are both old men, and Yang Changqing can only be regarded as a rising star.

So even if Yang Changqing was angry, there was nothing he could do about Cui Liang.

"I'll wait for one day at most, and I'll be leaving after one day." Yang Changqing was no more busy than Cui Liang and Xu Xian.

……

Brickyard in the distance.

Because the brick factory is located on a slightly higher location, it can be regarded as the foot of a mountain.

There are luxury cars parked here, squatting, sitting, or standing around the luxury cars, most of them are young people.

They chatted, smoked, and were very comfortable.

But as time went on, each of them lost their temper.

"That's not enough? I've been here for almost two days." Xu Xian's subordinate said calmly.

Said to be a subordinate, but in fact he is in his 40s.

He is also well-known in Ningyang County, and he has a group of brothers under him.

His name is "Tan Shan".

If Deng Jin and others saw this Tan Shan, they would probably recognize him at a glance, and they would not dare to be presumptuous.

Just imagine, can the people next to Xu Xian be weak?
No matter how bad it is, it is a great achievement in martial arts, and it is also an existence that has trained its muscles and bones.

That strength cannot be underestimated.

"It turned out to be you, I've heard of it."

Cui Liang's subordinates are no longer subordinates, they can be regarded as disciples, and they can also play three-section cudgels, and their strength is about the same as that of Tan Shan.

"Are you Jing Ziliang?"

Tan Shan stared at this person, then nodded.

Because he knew Cui Liang, he knew the people around Cui Liang. This Jing Ziliang was considered a relatively good disciple before Cui Liang.

But it is said that his strength is about the same as him.

They are all masters of martial arts.

Because at the age of more than 40, if you suffer from youth, you can basically develop your muscles and bones.

There is also Yang Changqing's disciple 'Dong Xingyun', he looked at Tan Shan and Jing Ziliang silently, smiled and did not speak.

They are all degenerates.

Their boss and master had their weapons taken away, not only were they unable to get them back, they had to humbly come over and ask for them.

The hateful thing is that people still don't open the door!
They still have to wait here!

"I've finished all the food that should be eaten, where can I buy it?"

Another night, when Tan Shan and the others ran out of food, they ordered their men to go buy it.

But if you are not familiar with the place, you will not be able to buy it for a while.

When they bought it back, the masters probably starved to death.

"What's that? Hey, stop!"

A younger brother stopped a tricycle on the way, and when he stepped forward to take a look, his eyes lit up immediately.

This is the 'malatang' that is collected from the stall.

"Since you are here, you must be from a nearby village. Listen, you don't have to do business these days, and you only serve me." Tan Shan who came over said, and then directly took out a stack of banknotes and threw it to stall owner.

The stall owner was an honest man, he thought he had met someone from the society, but when he saw the money offered by the other party, he immediately agreed.

"and many more."

Jing Ziliang and Dong Xingyun also ran over. Jing Ziliang smiled and said, "Since you are in this business, you know everything about fried skewers, right? Keep the money and let them guard me here 24 hours a day."

"Take this too, call me for fried noodles and the like." Dong Xingyun also took out a wad of money.

The stall owner was dumbfounded.

What's wrong with this?
Meet a group of living Bodhisattvas?

Didn't sell anything, one by one rushing to give money?

"Okay, okay, we have everything, I'll go back and get ready, and I'll be here in a while."

But the more this happened, the more afraid the stall owner was to come up with bad ideas, so he agreed on the spot.

really.

When he walks on the front foot, someone follows him on the back foot.

But the stall owner is not afraid, since he has collected the money, he will definitely feed the bosses well.

"Uncle Wang, are you back?"

The stall owner met Liu Jiajia on the way, and Liu Jiajia gave him a wink, and the two walked towards the village.

"Thanks to Han Tian, ​​I didn't expect there to be a business."

After entering the house, Liu Jiajia breathed a sigh of relief.

The stall owner, Uncle Wang, didn't think so much.

While he was on the phone to contact the guy who made Kushikatsu Yakisoba, he prepared the ingredients himself.

"Prepare more snacks, beer, etc. I'll ask Han Tian to come over to help." Liu Jiajia laughed.

Han Tian is someone from the martial arts world, with great strength.

……

"Here comes the hot food!"

At one o'clock in the morning, a large field of lights came from a distance.

It's a tricycle.

There are Malatang, Fried Skewers, Fried Noodles, Xiaolongbao, Meatball Soup, basically everything you should have.

In addition, there are snacks such as melon seeds and potato chips, as well as cigarettes, beer, water, drinks, etc. This place is almost turning into a small night market.

"Dude, didn't you move the whole village here?" Tan Shan joked.

Because I didn't expect so many people to come.

"I also want to thank the boss, we are just eating together." Uncle Wang smiled.

Liu Jiajia is also helping.

Because she has no class tomorrow.

Even Han Tian was called out by Liu Jiajia.

"Hey, you said that I can't cultivate well in the factory? I insisted on giving this girl some bad ideas, but in the end I hurt myself..." Han Tian sat at the small stall beside him, handing beer to others, with a serious expression on his face. Helpless written all over it.