Only children in Siheyuan make choices. I want them all.

They waited until two o'clock in the afternoon, said goodbye to Zhang Jianjun and left. After all, they had to rush to the steel mill to work.

Fortunately, the food that Zhang Jianjun prepared in preparation for a rainy day has basically been completed!

Time passed by, and finally it was three o'clock in the afternoon. Zhang Jianjun successfully made food for hundreds of people. Although Zhang Jianjun's appetite was larger than that of ordinary people, this food was enough for him to eat for a year.

Among these foods, stews are the most common, especially braised pork and beef stew, each weighing hundreds of kilograms. Fortunately, the pot at home is big enough, otherwise it would be a difficult problem.

After putting all the food into the space, Zhang Jianjun went to Lawrence's room and planned to wake him up.

"Disciple, wake up! It's time to set off!" Zhang Jianjun gently patted Lawrence's cheek.

"Hmm? Master, where are we going?" Lawrence asked dazedly, obviously not fully awake yet.

"Just get up, put on your clothes, and follow me. Don't worry, I won't sell you out." Zhang Jianjun replied with a smile.

"Oh, okay, I'll get up right away." Lawrence responded, then quickly got out of bed and started to get dressed.

After getting dressed, Lawrence followed Zhang Jianjun out of the courtyard.

Zhang Jianjun drove away without saying a word. After all, time was running out, so he had to speed up or he would be late.

Lawrence had long been accustomed to Zhang Jianjun's speeding. Those foreigners just liked extreme sports. He still felt it was not enough to ask Zhang Jianjun to speed up a little bit, and he kept shouting in Zhang Jianjun's ear.

"Master, speed up! Speed ​​up! I didn't expect that a Chinese as conservative as you can also drive fast." Lawrence shouted excitedly.

"What the hell is speeding? I'm just late. Stop talking. I want to concentrate on driving!" Zhang Jianjun said unhappily.

"Okay! I thought you were racing, but it turns out you were late for a date!" Lawrence kept sighing.

Zhang Jianjun was too busy to scold him and had to let Lawrence complain. It was not until 5:20 in the afternoon that Zhang Jianjun arrived at the door of Mr. Chen's house.

"Fortunately, we are not late! Disciple, please get off the car quickly!" Zhang Jianjun said with a smile.

"Master? There are so many soldiers here! Where are you taking me?" Lawrence asked curiously.

"Guess? This is an elder's home, don't talk nonsense later!" Zhang Jianjun warned seriously.

"Okay, Master! I understand, I won't say anything nonsense!" Lawrence nodded.

Led by the guard, Zhang Jianjun came to the reception room where Mr. Chen was. It was the same room and the same familiar faces, but there was one more person today.

"Jianjun! You're here? Let me introduce you, this is your Uncle Zhou!" Old Chen said with a smile.

"Hello, Uncle Zhou!" Zhang Jianjun immediately bowed and saluted. He admired these great men from the bottom of his heart.

The old man at the head seat spoke at this time: "Jianjun! I heard that you are going abroad? Tell me what it is about?"

Zhang Jianjun did not dare to neglect and confessed everything: "Report! Something happened to my apprentice's family. I plan to go and help him. By the way, I will buy a large amount of food from Europe and ship it back to solve the current food crisis."

The old man glanced at Zhang Jianjun, then turned his scrutinizing gaze to Lawrence: "Your name is Michael Lawrence, right? I know you. Tell me what's going on?"

Lawrence did not dare to delay and immediately recounted the difficulties his family had encountered, how he and Zhang Jianjun met, how he became his disciple, and all the causes and consequences of the whole process.

The old man nodded and said sternly to the guard beside him: "Erniu! Go investigate!"

After all, Zhang Jianjun is now a double-edged sword. If he doesn't use it properly, he may hurt himself. If the martial arts he has mastered are spread out, the situation will become out of control.

"Lawrence! You mean, Zhang Jianjun taught you all the cultivation methods? Comrade Zhang Jianjun, you are simply kidding! Can this kind of thing be taught to foreigners?" The old man slammed the table angrily and stared at Zhang Jianjun angrily.

Zhang Jianjun thought to himself, I don’t want to teach, but they have given too much. Besides, the most confidential things are still in my own hands, so it’s useless even if Lawrence learns it.

"Report! I only taught him the exercises, but I didn't teach him how to make medicine at all. Even if he understood the practice method, without the cooperation of medicine, forcing himself to practice would only hurt himself, and in serious cases, it would even lead to disability!" Zhang Jianjun immediately began to explain.

"That's better! Don't forget your identity!" the old man warned seriously.

"Report! I dare not forget my identity for a single day. Since I was young, I have taken my parents as my role models and aspired to study for the rise of China. I have taught myself foreign languages ​​since I was six years old, and now I have mastered the languages ​​of eight countries." Zhang Jianjun borrowed Uncle Zhou's words here.

"Please rest assured, I have been in China for more than ten years. China is my second home. I swear that I will never do anything to harm China. I promise you all here that if my master helps me take the position of the head of the family, I will personally sponsor 200,000 tons of grain." Lawrence patted his chest and promised.

"Good! Great! I think Jianjun is a good kid. This time he goes abroad and can purchase large quantities of food in his private capacity. Lawrence, you have to help your master!" Uncle Zhou nodded with a smile.

"Jianjun! We won't say more. You can handle it yourself. Someone bring the dumplings." Old Chen said to the lady in the kitchen.

"Okay! I'll cook the dumplings right away!" Mr. Chen's wife replied with a smile.

"Jianjun! Eat dumplings when you get on the bus and noodles when you get off. We, your elders, are here to see you off!" The old man nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, uncles and aunts!" Zhang Jianjun stood up and bowed hurriedly, thinking that he was safe this time.

"Please sit down! Why are you so polite? Uncle Zhou will toast you! I wish you a safe journey!" Uncle Zhou smiled and personally poured a glass of Moutai for Zhang Jianjun.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou!" Zhang Jianjun quickly drank it all.