Siheyuan: I have traveled through time and space and still can’t eat enough?

"Xiao Yi, who do you think is harming Zhuzi this time?"

At that time, Yi Zhonghai didn't know about the letter of complaint. He always thought that Sha Zhu was caught by the Security Department because of bad luck, so he was confused when he heard it.

"Old lady, what do you mean? Isn't it a coincidence that Sha Zhu was arrested?"

"Sha Zhu was reported to Deputy Director Li. I heard this from Director Yang myself."

After the deaf old lady said this, she stopped talking and looked straight at Yi Zhonghai.

She had two purposes. One was to really find out who reported the incident, and the other was to see Yi Zhonghai's attitude towards the matter.

Although Sha Zhu was released, he was severely punished.

The deaf old lady was afraid that Yi Zhonghai would realize that her relationship with Director Yang was exhausted.

Only then did they reveal Li Huaide's involvement, making it more difficult to rescue Sha Zhu.

Yi Zhonghai didn't think much about it and was still wondering who reported it.

"The person who reported Sha Zhu must have a grudge against him, but Sha Zhu has offended too many people. Not to mention that he often stirs the spoons for the workers in the factory, he has also offended many people in the courtyard."

"If we talk about the person who hates Sha Zhu the most, it must be Xu Damao, but he doesn't have such great ability and doesn't dare to do such a thing."

"Then there's Yan Jiekuang, but he's not from our factory either. How could he have given the letter to Director Li?"

Yi Zhonghai couldn't guess who it was, so he could only look at the deaf old lady.

"It should be Yan Jiekuang. Although I don't know how he did it, this is very consistent with his methods. He did it perfectly. If there is any other information, I would not doubt him. As for Xu Damao, he would not dare to do this with the two of us here."

Yan Jiekuang would never have thought that his fear of being discovered and his carefulness in everything he did would become the way for the deaf old lady to guess the real culprit.

Although they guessed that it was Yan Jiekuang, the two could not think of any way to retaliate.

People won't buy into moral blackmail at all, and when you use force to intimidate them, they will just call the police.

As for spreading rumors to ruin his reputation, he is still a junior high school student. There is no evidence at all. Who can believe that a child is a bad person?

Besides, Auntie Three is in the courtyard every day, and if there is any rumor, it will be noticed immediately.

The two racked their brains but could not come up with any ideas, so they had to give up on revenge for the time being and wait until he graduated before thinking of a solution.

By then, it will be much easier for him to become a street thug or find a job and then cause trouble.

While the two were still fantasizing about how to deal with Yan Jiekuang, the real culprit came to Zhangjiazhuang.

As soon as I arrived at Zhang Jianshe's house, I found him struggling with a tree.

The branches of the big tree, as thick as a wash basin, rustled when hit, and there was a loud bang every time it hit. It was obvious that the man had real skills.

"Brother Zhang, what kind of martial arts is this? It's so powerful."

Hearing Yan Jiekuang's voice, Zhang Jianshe also stopped: "This is the Bajiquan passed down in my family. It's nothing. My uncle is much better than me, but he doesn't fight much now."

After Zhang Jianshe finished speaking, Yan Jiekuang hadn't come back to his senses: This is Bajiquan, as the saying goes, "Tai Chi in literature brings peace to the world, Bajiquan in martial arts shakes the universe." If I learn Bajiquan, why would I still be afraid of Sha Zhu?

Thinking of this, Yan Jiekuang said embarrassedly: "Brother Zhang, is there a saying in your family that Kung Fu cannot be passed on to outsiders?"

Zhang Jianshe understood it instantly. He looked at Yan Jiekuang carefully for a while before saying, "It's not that we don't allow outsiders to learn it. Our ancestors also opened a martial arts school and accepted disciples."

"It's just that you're a little old. Although your body isn't fully formed yet, no matter how much you train, you'll never be able to reach my level."

Yan Jiekuang didn't care about this.

He didn't want to become a martial arts master, he just wanted to be strong and beat up two or three idiots.

"Brother Zhang, I won't force you. It's just that you know how weak my body is, so I want to learn some self-defense skills to strengthen my physique."

Zhang Jianshe still believed what he said. He saw with his own eyes that Yan Jiekuang was pinned to the ground and beaten without any ability to fight back.

"How about this, I'll take you to find my uncle. His followers are definitely much stronger than mine."

Upon hearing that he had the opportunity to learn Bajiquan, Yan Jiekuang was very excited. He walked towards Zhang Yuanshan's house with the Maotai liquor he brought.

"Uncle, Jie Kuang wants to learn Bajiquan from you. Of course, he doesn't want to practice to a certain level, he just wants to have a way to defend himself. What do you think?"

Zhang Jianshe didn't say much, but went straight to the point.

Yan Jiekuang didn't say anything after he greeted Zhang Yuanshan when he entered the room. He had only met Zhang Yuanshan once. If the other party didn't even consider the words of his own nephew, then no matter how much he said, it would be useless.

Zhang Yuanshan stared at Yan Jiekuang for a long while before speaking: "Are you serious? Practicing martial arts requires a lot of hardship."

Hearing the question, Yan Jiekuang knew that the matter was done, and replied seriously: "Seriously, and I can endure hardships."

When accepting a disciple, one pays great attention to the person's character and morals. Although they had only met once, Zhang Yuanshan could tell that Yan Jiekuang was a man of good character and the fact that he was willing to take the risk to come to the village to collect pigs. This man was right.

They will have a lot of interactions in the future, so it's not good to refuse directly. At most, I can just teach me a few tricks. Although people of this age can't practice much, it will definitely help them to strengthen their bodies.

"Since you have this intention, then I will accept you. Although you are too old to achieve great things, you can still keep fit."

Yan Jiekuang was very happy. He could finally learn something and no longer had to support himself with such a frail little body.

After taking two steps forward, he began to kowtow.

Zhang Yuanshan stopped them immediately: "It's not like before. There aren't so many rules now. You just need to remember not to bully your teacher or ancestors, not to kill your brothers, and not to bully the weak. That's all."

When Zhang Yuanshan said the latter part of the sentence, he was very serious, which shows that this group of warriors always have a basic bottom line no matter what time it is.

There was no ceremony of becoming a disciple, and no one witnessed it, but Yan Jiekuang can now be considered a person with a master.

"Come with me. I will teach you the moves today."

"Thank you, Master!"

Yan Jiekuang hurriedly followed.

Zhang Yuanshan demonstrated and explained at the same time. The movements were not complicated and Yan Jiekuang could remember them after watching them once. The difficult part was that he had to use a unique breathing method while doing the movements.

Only after following Zhang Yuanshan in doing it five times did Yan Jiekuang manage to finish it, but he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his arms.

"That's all I can teach you. It's up to you to practice diligently. If you have any questions, come and ask me."

Zhang Yuanshan said as he took out another piece of paper from his bosom: "This is a recipe for medicinal wine. If you can gather all the herbs and use them together, it will be very beneficial to your martial arts practice."

Yan Jiekuang took the prescription, glanced at it, and then put it away without looking at it again.

It is said that the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. The ancients really did not lie. The first medicinal ingredient in the prescription must be 50-year-old mountain ginseng. He didn't dare to read any further.

After I recovered, I remembered that I came to Zhangjiazhuang for important business.