Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

He Yushui looked at Zhou Zheng's group of friends curiously, with a gleam in his eyes.

Tan Xuedong joked, "Isn't this Xiao Yushui? Don't say that the brothers bullied you. You will be Hanqing's wife in the future. It's your silly brother who always messes with us. We can only use you to compensate."

He Yushui didn't expect Tan Xuedong to say that. In addition, Tan Xuedong had a ferocious face, which almost scared He Yushui to tears.

Xu Jianjun said angrily, "Okay, Dongzi, don't talk nonsense in front of the little girl. You should know that the harm will not affect your family. If you really don't like Shazhu, we brothers will block him at the gate of the steel mill one day. When it comes to fighting, who are we, the Eight Red Stars, afraid of?"

Liang Chaowei whispered: "Yes, yes, yes, we are almost graduating from elementary school, and the Eight Vajra Kings are still missing one person!"

The tone was somewhat sarcastic. Wan Jingliang, who had been silent, couldn't take it anymore. He snorted with a fierce face, "Xiao Liang, are you getting naughty again? Do you know what you are doing? You are disturbing the morale of the army. If you were in the army, you would definitely be taken to the target shooting if you were forced out like this."

Wan Jingliang's father is the head of the Dongcheng District Fire Department. He doesn't care about the severity of a fight and is the type of person who is ruthless but doesn't talk much. Tony Leung is a little afraid of him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Tony Leung became timid.

Xu Jianjun was also humiliated by Tony Leung Chiu Wai and was a little unhappy, but not to the point of being angry, so he just smiled.

"Hey! What Chaowei said is not wrong, but we haven't met anyone we like! How about we change the name? How about calling it Seven Heroes Sword? Have you heard the story of the Seven Heroes Sword?"

Everyone shook their heads, and Xu Jianjun continued, "Actually, I also heard it from my father. It is said that during the reign of Emperor Kangxi, there was a sect in the distant Tianshan Mountains. The sect has enshrined seven magic swords from generation to generation. In every war-torn era, the seven magic swords would choose seven sword masters. When these seven sword masters obtain the magic swords, they will also obtain the peerless martial arts contained in them. At that time, no one in the world will be able to defeat them. At this time, the seven sword masters will carry the magic swords from Tianshan Mountains into the secular world, quell the war, and create the next glorious era. Although we brothers cannot possess peerless martial arts, we all have a sincere heart to serve our country. Now is a time of chaos, and it is also the time for us brothers to serve our country with passion! What do you think?"

Zhou Zheng was a little embarrassed and kept sucking his teeth. In fact, he was quite familiar with this story, but the book with the normal timeline might not have been written yet.

After hearing this, Wan Jingliang frowned at first, then clapped his hands vigorously: "Great! It is indeed more meaningful than the Eight Vajra. From now on, we will call it the Seven Heroes Sword."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Jianguo who had been silent the whole time, and then said, "Jianguo, isn't your father a senior worker at the steel mill? Go home and talk to your father about making a long sword for each of us brothers. I'll pay for it. What's the Seven Heroes Sword without a sword? It's not respectable at all."

Zhao Jianguo was a little embarrassed and scratched his head: "Why not just forget it, I'm afraid my dad will beat me up."

Wang Shengli came over and advised with a smile: "Hey, Jianguo, sacrifice for your brothers. Everyone in Luogu Alley knows that your father is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Don't worry! He will never kill you."

Wan Jingliang also frowned: "Jianguo, don't be afraid. If your father asks, just say that the beloved son of Wan Guodong, the head of the Dongcheng District Fire Department, asked you to do it. Your father will definitely not beat you."

Zhao Jianguo felt a little aggrieved and responded reluctantly with "Okay".

At this time, Xu Jianjun raised another question: "It's not enough to just make it. Hanqing's father used to work in a steel mill, so we could make something to bring out. But now..."

Zhou Zheng thought about it and found it quite interesting. If he had a long sword to protect himself, he would be able to deal with the ignorant people who were looking for trouble. It would also be a good idea to kill the person and put him into his personal world to use as fertilizer. He agreed immediately.

"Go ahead. After all, my father sacrificed his life for the steel mill, so he still has some feelings for me. I'll go and tell him later, and I'll definitely be able to bring him out."

Wan Jingliang grinned: "Haha, Han Qing is still the most prestigious. Then we will all rely on Han Qing to take action."

Zhou Zheng also laughed: "Sure, sure!"

By this time, they had reached the steamed bun shop in Zhima Hutong. Zhou Zheng waved his hand and said, "Three meat buns per person, is that okay?"

Wan Jingliang smacked his lips and said, "It's possible. I just made two steamed buns at home. My mother's steamed buns are really big. I'll just have one to try."

Wang Shengli also echoed, "I'll have one too. I ate it with Jingliang this morning. The steamed bread made by Auntie is really big."

Zhou Zheng quickly waved his hand and said, "Stop talking. There are only three for each of us. If we can't finish, we can eat on the way. You guys will accompany me to the military compound later. The guys in charge of our compound are causing trouble. I have to ask for help to settle it. They are too jumpy. I had to use my weapons to scare them away in the compound just now. Who knows what kind of trouble they will cause tonight."

Xu Jianjun frowned: "If you ask me, you should stop living in that yard. We brothers are actually worried about you."

Zhou Zheng shook his head: "Jianjun, you think too simply. If I bow my head, my house will be gone. The people living in my yard are not easy to deal with."

Xu Jianjun spread his hands and said, "Alright! Damn it, if anything happens to you in that yard, I will help you level that yard even if I risk my life."

Zhou Zheng was a little moved and his eyes suddenly became moist.

"Good brother! Because of what you said, I can't let anything happen to myself. Don't worry, we will go to the military control compound later. Those scumbags in our compound won't be able to get away with it."

When they arrived at the bun shop, Zhou Zheng also stopped talking.

Then he knocked on the counter of the bun shop and coughed lightly.

"Hey! Uncle Liu, buns!"

After a while, a middle-aged man in his 40s walked out from behind the curtain. He had a kind face and looked at Zhou Zheng with a smile.

"Xiao Zhou, have some buns. Today's fillings are especially authentic. Qing bought the mutton from the front door a long time ago. It was freshly slaughtered. I tasted one right after it came out of the pot. In one word, delicious!"

Zhou Zheng smiled and didn't take advantage of Old Man Liu.

"There are too many people here today, so I won't try any. How can I get a free bun every time I come? There are eight of us, so three per person!"

Old man Liu grinned and said, "Hey, don't be pretentious. Today's stuffing is full of meat, 5 cents each, I'll count it as the price of 20 buns, and I'll charge you one yuan."

(Because the face value of the first set of currency is too large, in order to express it intuitively, it is calculated based on the face value of the second set of currency, and Zhou Zheng’s worker and farmer coupons are also replaced with large black ten)

Zhou Zheng appreciated the gesture and simply handed over a one-yuan bill.

"Thank you!"

Old man Liu took the money and cursed with a smile, "Hey, you're always scared of ghosts!" Then he pulled out a stack of oil paper bags from under the table and packed eight bags in threes.

Xu Jianjun and others couldn't wait to take the buns from the table.

In the end, there were only two bags left on the table. Zhou Zheng took them and handed one to He Yushui.

"Brothers, let's go!"

He Yushui took the bun and said sweetly, "Thank you, Brother Zhou."

Then he followed the seven guys out of Nanluoguxiang like a follower.

Old man Liu looked at the children's backs as they walked away and smiled kindly. To be honest, he was a little envious.

The most beautiful time is youth!