Siheyuan diet for men and women

Chapter 953: Extra: The Unknown
The continuous rainy weather in the port city is basically in June, July and August. After entering winter, the rain becomes much less.

But it is really cold when it rains, so you need to wear a thin sweater or even a coat.

The Chaozhou Chamber of Commerce Hall is an old building. When it was first built, it was still in the Qing Dynasty, and the feature of heating in winter was not taken into consideration.

Later, people had the conditions and ideas, but they did not dare to destroy the old building, so anyone sitting here had to endure the cold.

As the old saying goes, it’s hard to be a big boss.

Today a big shot came here to play chess. The person in charge was naturally very knowledgeable and put up a screen early in the morning and lit a heater behind the screen.

When the bosses came in, it was already warm here, and it didn't seem cold at all compared to the rainy weather outside.

"Uncle Fu is good at doing things. I like him."

When Zheng Liuma, the head of Fu Yixing, came in, he joked with the housekeeper Fu Bo: "Fu Bo, I just received a pair of twins. They are very cute. I will give them to you to warm your feet later~"

Uncle Fu just smiled, not paying attention to the other party's teasing, bowed slightly, and asked the old man who was sitting on the couch and playing chess with a child.

The old man had a wealthy and amiable face. He glanced at the visitor from the side, nodded, and said to the child, "Go, go to the back hall and play."

"Hahaha~"

Zheng Liuma smiled and pinched the child's face, looking like a bad uncle.

Then he turned to the white paper fan that followed him and said, "You should learn more from Uncle Fu, he is an old senior!"

"Don't think you're so great just because you're a top student graduating from Gangcheng University! Cowardly~"

After saying that, he looked at the scarred red stick standing next to the white paper fan and said with a curled lip, "You are amazing! You are good at fighting, right?"

He pointed to Uncle Fu who was putting shoes on a child and introduced: "Back then, Uncle Fu carried a 12-inch machete and chopped from the north to the south of the road!"

"You don't believe it? Uncle Fu took over the entire street of fish head stalls. Don't you agree?"

"I'll give you a twelve-inch machete. If you take down half the street, I'll call you boss!"

The old man frowned slightly as he watched the other person act crazy and evil, but he didn't pay attention to the bastard's crazy words. After years of getting along with him, he knew very well that the other person was just like this and would be doomed sooner or later.

Uncle Fu helped the young master put on his shoes, carried him out of bed, and then led him to the back hall.

The young master looked back curiously at the scarred man who was being scolded, and asked Uncle Fu in a baby voice, "Who are they?"

Uncle Fu looked back at the man with lowered eyebrows, then smiled slightly and replied to the young master: "Mah~"

"That……"

The young master raised his eyebrows, looked at the man in a suit and glasses standing next to the scarred man, and asked, "What is a top student who graduated from Gangcheng University?"

Uncle Fu paused for a moment, and without even thinking, he answered, "Smart, huh~"

"..."

"Cough cough~"

Zheng Liuma, who was acting crazy, almost choked to death. He grabbed the tea bowl on the tea tray and quickly swallowed a mouthful of hot tea.

"Haha, Uncle Fu is still so strong and healthy."

He caught a glimpse of the old man on the couch with a bad look in his eyes, and quickly found a way out.

After saying something joking, he kicked off his shoes, stepped onto the soft couch, and sat down in the child's seat. He looked at the old man opposite and said, "Don't blame me for meddling in other people's business. This really doesn't make sense."

"What's the reason? Let me hear it."

The old man took a sip of tea, looked at Zheng Liuma and said, "Is this your first day out on the road?"

"I'm so embarrassed~"

Zheng Liuma spread his hands and said, "I am a serious businessman. That wharf is for serious business. Big Foot Huang can afford it. I am willing to sell it. What's wrong with that?"

"Now people in the underworld say that I am a woman who sells out her money and robs other women, and I have never changed my bad habits. I really feel bad for taking this blame."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

The old man put down the teacup and looked at the screen at the door. Behind it was a stove that Uncle Fu had someone place. The fire was burning brightly and hot air was gushing out.

"I've already looked for Fatty B, but he's too timid to intervene. What a loser."

Zheng Liuma reported in a low voice: "I asked him who did it, and he said that the on-site investigation showed that it was done by a professional killer."

"This is not...nonsense~"

He was about to say something rude, but when he saw the old man's sharp eyes, he calmed down a little, but he was still very angry inside.

"I have never heard of anyone in Hong Kong who dares to kill a tycoon at his doorstep, and I have never seen any gangsters doing this. It is definitely not the work of a professional killer."

"What's your guess?"

The old man sat up straight, picked up the chess pieces on the board, and put them back into the chess cup one by one.

Zheng Liuma took a look at the white paper fan standing on the ground and said, "Brothers suspect that it was done by the Big Circle Boys, but there is no basis for it after all."

"But Kesheng took people to the scene and felt that the technique was not quite similar. It was too delicate."

The Kesheng that Zheng Liuma mentioned is Zhang Kesheng, the top student who graduated from Gangcheng University and wore a suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

Being called by the big boss and seeing the old man looking at him, he took the initiative to step forward and explain: "I have also asked about the Big Circle Boys, and there hasn't been any activity recently."

"Especially the perpetrator. The singer in front of the door and the witnesses all said that he was an old man. He was also prepared and concealed, which was inconsistent with the usual image of the Big Circle Boy."

This is true. The Daquanzi have always been straightforward in their actions. They are strong and violent in armed fights, and their kung fu are real killing skills.

Anyone who is interested can tell whether someone is a Big Circle Boy by looking at his or her old-fashioned clothes and his or her accent. He or she always says: You have no life at all, and money is far more important than your life.

According to Zhang Kesheng's analysis, this group of people is definitely organized and must be from Port-au-Prince.

After all, with such professional techniques, such proper layout, and such decisive retreat, even Fatty B didn't dare to provoke him. This would not be possible without the support of capital.

The old man on the couch obviously thought of this. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Zheng Liuma and said, "Tell me, what is your purpose in looking for me and what do you want to do."

"Please, Fourth Master, make the decision for me."

Zheng Liuma first asked a favor, and then said seriously: "You don't have to do it yourself, my people are capable of it."

"I just heard that the other party also has a very deep background. I hope the Fourth Master will take care of him when the time comes."

"Well, you are a Chaozhou boy, and you have made great contributions to the Chamber of Commerce, so I will naturally take care of you."

The old man said slowly, "It's just that they have clearly displayed their carriages and horses, and they only want the dock, and they are not targeting you directly. Have you thought about the consequences?"

“Although I abandoned the boat and went ashore, I did not lose my courage in the sea”

Zheng Liuma said: "I had just reached an agreement with Dajiao Huang, but the table was overturned right after. How can I lead my brothers if I don't get rid of this anger?"

"But I am a man of propriety. A life must be paid with a life, a debt must be repaid. I only want those nameless people to pay with Big Foot Huang's life first before I can close the deal."

The old man did not comment on Zheng Liuma's answer. He opened the lid of the tea to let it cool down and said calmly: "You are all big guys, and you have your own rules for doing things. I only advise you to think twice before doing anything."

"Fourth Master, I don't believe that anyone in this part of Hong Kong City would dare to mess with our Chaozhou Gang!"

"Shut up! You have no right to speak here!"

Zheng Liuma taught his scarred man a lesson, and seeing that the Fourth Master was not worried, he got up from the ground to put on his shoes, stood up and bowed, saying: "Old Liu, remember the Fourth Master's teachings, just do your job and don't cause trouble."

"Um"

The old man was clearing the tea tray and waved to him, indicating that he could do as he pleased.

Zheng Liuma bowed again, took the coat handed to him by his subordinates and put it on, then turned around and led his younger brothers out of the hall.

A Mercedes was parked steadily in the rain in front of the door, and a few guys came to pick them up with umbrellas.

Zheng Liuma stood at the door and looked back at the main room, then taught the scarred man a lesson: "If you don't know how to speak, just keep quiet."

"Yes"

The scarred man also knew that he had said the wrong thing and lowered his head cautiously.

Zhang Kesheng, holding a white paper fan, moved closer to Zheng Liuma and whispered, "The Fourth Master won't ignore us, will he?"

"You are overthinking it. You are just trying to build a memorial archway for yourself when you are a framer."

Zheng Liuma looked at the gloomy Lian Yutian, let out a long sigh and said, "The Chamber of Commerce does not belong to a certain person, nor does it represent an individual."

After saying that, he waved his hand and didn't want to talk about this topic anymore. Instead, he ordered the scarred man: "I'll leave this matter to you. Pull down the flag at the dock for me, and then you can choose any one of the three docks in Big Foot Huang's hands."

"Yes! Thank you, brother!"

The scarred man agreed excitedly. Seeing the eldest brother waving his hand to get in the car, he quickly snatched the umbrella from the younger brother and escorted the other party to the Mercedes-Benz at the bottom of the stairs.
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"The waves roll and the water flows eastward, and the Lu official holds a banquet to entertain you."

"On the thirteenth of this month, I went to the meeting in person. I saw Guan Gong sitting on the boat with favorable winds. I brought Zhou Cang with me, who was brave but had no strategy."

……

On the embankment opposite the Yau Ma Tei Pier there is a shanty town built by fishermen and poor laborers.

Because it is opposite the pier and close to the main road, there is a constant stream of business and travelers, and this place has developed into a small town.

Two crisscross roads, one connecting to the main road and the other running east-west, split this naturally formed town into four uneven halves. The widest road leads directly to the bay where the pier is located.

Right at the busiest intersection in the town, there is a teahouse with a spacious layout, or maybe it cannot be called a teahouse because of its thatched shed style, but it can be called a teahouse.

The teahouse is made of solid wood and brick-concrete structure. It looks rough, but it is strong and durable. After many years of wind and rain and several changes of people, it is still standing strong.

The shanty towns are inhabited by poor people. There is no chance for them to enjoy the leisurely pace of drinking tea and chatting, let alone the elegance of reciting poems and composing couplets.

Most of the people who stay here to hang around are laborers at the dock, or foremen who gather laborers to take on jobs.

Unlike regular teahouses, tea is cooked in the big boiler in front of the door, meat is cooked in the big pot in the backyard, and mahjong is cooked in the big stew pot in the house.

As for the business serving the poor, they naturally do whatever makes money. On weekdays, they provide a place for the laborers to rest their legs, provide an office space for the foremen, and provide card games for the ruffians.

At noon, we have to prepare a pot of food, mostly seafood and fish, with some preserved vegetables, which is considered a high-end meal.

The style of the teahouse has changed a bit since it changed hands a few months ago. There is even a couplet on the pillar at the door.

First couplet: The imperial garden is full of boundless space
Second line: The sun and moon are long in the fragrant teapot
The couplets were ready, the teahouse had a name, and the banner read: Sihai Teahouse.

This is a town built up by poor people. Those who come to the teahouse to drink tea and play are all poor people. There are very few outsiders coming in.

Business travelers don't mind this little distance of walking, and most of them will take a bus to the city to rest.

It has been raining today and there is no work at the dock. The workers are waiting for God to have mercy and work in the second half of the afternoon, otherwise their families will have to go hungry for another day.

They didn't dare to go far and could only wait at the dock for the foreman to call them and earn money for three meals a day.

In the shantytowns, there is no dry place under the roof and the rain never stops falling.

It's raining so hard, who would be willing to let these workers take shelter under the eaves? Not to mention safety, it's not worth it if some things get lost.

It’s different in the teahouse. The new owner has set the rules that everyone who comes is treated the same.

Therefore, many laborers would come here to take shelter from the rain whenever it rains continuously.

The Sihai Teahouse is worthy of its name. The waiters speak with a strong accent and shout that the tea in the big teapot at the door is free and can be served as much as you want.

Of course, this is a teahouse, not a charity hall. Free tea is just a name. Next to the tea stove there is a square wooden box with a long opening on it.

This tea is considered good tea, which can be consumed by everyone to keep warm and ward off the cold. If money is really tight, you can naturally use the bamboo tube on the table to drink it.

If you don't mind these few things, you will naturally walk into the house with your neck held high to drink the more high-end tea.

Kind-hearted people would put a few dimes, or a dollar or two into the tea box when they passed by, as a gesture of kindness to the boss.

Whenever this happens, the guys will inevitably sing along loudly, saying that boss so-and-so has done a great deed to save all living beings.

At first, most people drank tea and few donated money. Later, as they saw the fire in the tea stove was still on, the money box slowly sank.

In ancient times, wherever there was a teahouse, there would inevitably be folk art performances, but most of them were amateur troupes.

Why is it called a straw stage troupe? Because the square stage for performance may be a straw mat.

The owner of Sihai Teahouse liked to listen to music, so he told his waiter to use the wooden boxes on the dock to piece together a square table.

There were storytellers and Pingtan singers on the stage, but no Errenzhuan singers, which was a pity.

All tips from the artists belong to the artists, and Sihai Teahouse does not take a penny, which really lives up to the good reputation of Sihai.

In the past, the managers and foremen at the dock would rest here, drink tea, call the roll, and distribute wages. With the open space in front of the door, this place has really become like a CBD.

You see, this town is not big, but the laborers who do long-term work here have their own set of behavioral codes and standards for doing things.

There are rarely any troublemakers in the teahouse, because they all understand that anyone who can set up a stall here to sell tea is not someone to be trifled with.

The Sihai Teahouse has a reputation that is both good and bad. The owner of the teahouse can be seen frequently. He is a very friendly person and the waiters in the shop are also very polite and enthusiastic.

Everyone from top to bottom speaks with a Northeastern accent. The tea is well-brewed and served with passion. The lunch is generous with oil, water and salt, so there is never a shortage of customers here.

At noon, the rain was still falling. The workers looked at the sky and cursed, knowing that they would go hungry today.

A rickshaw came down from the highway along the muddy road, followed by a dozen or so bicycles swaying crookedly behind it.

When it arrived in front of the teahouse, the rickshaw tried hard to stop and finally came to a steady stop in the mud.

There was a commotion at the back. There were more than thirty people standing at the door, including those riding bicycles and those taking cars.

The sensible driver pulled out an umbrella from under the rickshaw, opened it and placed it on the side of the rickshaw's awning. He put one foot on the front bar of the rickshaw and bent over to ask the old man in the rickshaw to get off.

I saw a scarred man getting out of the car, stepping on the stone slab in front of the door, looking at the filth with disgust.

The thugs who had parked the cars gathered around the scarred man, their eyes looking into the teahouse through the bamboo curtain.

The scarred man didn't care about anything else. He shook the raindrops off his hands, threw two dollars to the driver, and walked into the teahouse.

The driver walked him straight into the door, then put away his umbrella, dodged the thugs who were following him, went around from the side, put away the rickshaw, and ran back desperately.

The originally spacious teahouse instantly became crowded because of the influx of these people.

The Pingtan opera "Going to a Meeting Alone" was almost choked up on the stage because of these people.

A man and a woman looked at each other, lowered their voices quietly, clenched the food in their hands, and hid behind.

The groups of people playing cards in the teahouse naturally didn't notice them, their eyes were all fixed on the mahjong tiles in their hands.

There was a man holding two cakes in his hand, hesitating whether to fire a cannon.

Of course, more than 30 people rushing in together naturally attracted the attention of the workers who were watching the fun, but now that a young man came forward to greet them, no one cared.

But just as the waiter was singing his waiter's call and going forward, the scarred man slapped the waiter in the face.

That was not all. He pushed the guy inside and stood in the middle of the room.

The guy was hit and was stunned. He stared at the scarred man, not knowing how to respond.

The scarred man ignored him and glanced at everyone in the room. He shouted, "Whoever committed the crime against the rich man, come out, or I will burn this place to death!"

The waiters in the teahouse looked at each other, realized that these people had ill intentions, and quietly retreated into the back hall.

At this time, the teahouse was silent and everyone held their breath so that you could hear a pin drop.

"Two cakes!"

"Haha! Nonsense! Two cakes hanging alone! You poor bastard!"

"Mother Gan Lin!"

The man who called the shots was naturally annoyed when he saw his opponent showing off, and he slammed the table and was about to stand up.

But then I felt a weight on my shoulders, a pair of big hands pressed down on me, and a hoarse voice rang in my ears again: "Do you think you are very humorous?"

The man who was firing the cannon only felt a sharp knife hitting his waist and he instantly became obedient.

Seeing that he was smart and didn't say anything, the scarred man pushed him hard, causing him to fall on the card table, knocking over the mahjong table, and scattering mahjong tiles all over the floor.

"I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'll set fire to the place!"

"one!"

……

"Everyone who comes is a guest. If there is a fire, don't burn the house."

A man in his forties with a flat head walked out slowly from the back hall, speaking polite words.

The man was wearing a thick cloth overcoat on his upper body, a pair of velvet bloomers on his lower body, and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet. His outfit was very ordinary.

Everyone who was sitting or squatting in the teahouse stood up straight when they saw this man come out. Unconsciously, they had formed a fan shape, blocking the thirty-something people in the middle.

The scarred man glanced at the people around him with disdain, and asked the man with the flat head, "Did you commit the crime against the rich man?"

"Everyone is responsible for their own actions, don't try to show off!"

“No show-off”

The flat-headed man smiled slightly and raised his hand, "May I ask, brother, are you working in the government, or are you standing up for others?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Do you want to come with us, or do you want me to break your legs before you come with us?"

"So there's nothing to say?"

The flat-headed man laughed, then turned around and walked back. There was no way the scarred man would let the meat in his mouth slip away.

The sharp knife in his sleeve fell out with a swish, and he raised his leg to grab someone.

The thirty-plus people behind him all pulled out inch-long machetes from their waists, and all of them were ready to start hacking people with angry looks on their faces.

The scarred man had just taken one step forward, before he could take the second step, when suddenly a black shotgun hit his forehead.

There is no specific shape or model, it is just a gunpowder gun used to hunt wild boars in the old mountains and forests of Northeast China.

Think about it, for a gunpowder weapon, forget about the range, even less the accuracy. The only thing that can be said is the lethality within a few meters.

In fact, it is not very big. It can’t even break a wild boar’s head. At most, it can make a big hole in the wild boar’s body.

There is actually no technical requirement to make this thing, and even a dog can make it.

So when the scarred man was pinned down, the thirty or so men in straw sandals who followed him discovered that there were several more similar muskets in the house.

It was very strange. All the muskets were pointed at the door, and the people in the teahouse were standing in a fan-shaped position that was just right. They didn't even have to move to avoid the gunfire.

Did we fall into a bandit’s den?

When people in Hong Kong fight, they always use cold weapons, and rarely use firearms.

Even if they were to use it, it would have to be something more sophisticated. What the hell is a musket that looks like a cannon barrel? !
This is totally unethical!
The scarred man stared at the young man with the gun. This was the skinny guy who had just greeted him at the door.

The two looked at each other in a funny way. One was tall and strong, eight feet tall, and looked ferocious.

On the other hand, the little boy is skinny, short, has a silly face, and is cute.

The scarred man is the type who always shits with his face facing outwards. He has been in the underworld for many years and has been a bandit. How could he be scared by a broken gun?

He was not afraid of the pole on his head at all, and said fiercely, "I don't believe you dare..."

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

Before the scarred man could finish his harsh words, the young man closed his eyes tightly and his brain exploded.

There are two types of explosions here, one is the spiritual level and the other is the physical level.

The moment the scarred man saw the young man closing his eyes tightly, he knew that something bad was going to happen. This little bastard really dared to shoot.

There is no need to explain the physical explosion. You go to the vegetable market to buy a big watermelon, and walk home with it in your arms, singing a song and humming a tune. As you walk, your hand slips and "bang!" You look down at the ground!
"Hmm~~~"

The young man had just opened his eyes, still holding the gunpowder gun in his hand.

After the smoke from the explosion of the black powder was blown away by the sea breeze mixed with rain and moisture, the boy was stunned for a moment and asked blankly, "What did you say?"

　Because yesterday's extra chapter brought inconvenience to all the good brothers and sisters, Lao Wu apologizes again here and adds an extra chapter to ask for forgiveness. I wish all the good brothers and sisters to eat more watermelons and have more parties in the coming summer~
　　
　
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