The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 23 Sand and Gravel
The world is like this. If you are not strong enough, you must admit it. Don't think about changing your fate. If your status is not high enough, you must recognize it. Don't think that everyone will give you some face.

Looking at the hand prints on the table, Chen Pingan understood the situation very clearly.

Qi and blood are perfected at the second level, and strength training is successful! Originally, he only knew a concept, but the palm print on the table made him clearly realize the difference.

To make a palm print with accumulated strength and to leave such a palm print casually are not the same concept.

The latter represents the ability to control strength freely.

With such strength, he is no match at all.

With this amount of force, if Master Xiaohu hit him with one palm strike, he, who only has a minor level of Iron Shirt, would not be able to withstand it. If he hit him with a few more palm strikes, he would be seriously injured if not killed!
Monthly money!

The so-called monthly payment is just a nicer way of saying protection fee.

It is a well-known fact that the Tiger Head Gang has been collecting monthly fees in Lihua Lane and the surrounding streets.

However, ever since Old Chen settled down in the county town, he has never paid any monthly salary.

Old Chen has never paid it, so Chen Ping'an naturally won't pay it either.

The last words left by Master Xiaohu were very clear in meaning. Starting from next month, Chen Ping'an would have to start paying monthly fees.

Back then, Old Chen didn't have to pay monthly wages because he was an official servant registered with the Nanquanlixiang Pacification Office and had achieved perfection in the second level of martial arts, Qi and blood.

Now, although Chen Ping'an is also a runner of the Nanquan Lane Zhenfu Division, in the eyes of Xiaohu Ye and others, he has not yet entered the martial arts world, and is just a temporary runner who is not on the list.

Compared with the old Chen back then, there is a world of difference!

The rule of monthly payment was set by the Hutou Gang. Old Chentou could break it back then, but Chen Pingan cannot break it now.

In the eyes of Xiaohu Ye and others, the identity of an unregistered police officer is not enough!
If you are not strong enough, you can only swallow your anger! This is the power of the strong, and it is also the truth of this world.

Chen Ping'an walked forward and closed the gate, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"Brother, are you okay~"

Seeing that Chen Ping'an's face was not right, Chen Erya hurried forward to comfort him. She also heard what Little Tiger said just now.

"Nannan, brother is fine! Now that I have paid off my debts, I feel relieved."

Chen Pingan raised the document in his hand.

"Yes! All the money has been paid off. With my brother working outside, our family will be getting better and better!"

The little girl kept talking to herself, nodding as she spoke to make herself more convincing.

"I heard from the aunts next door that the monthly salary of the Tiger Head Gang is based on the number of people. A young and strong man gets one penny of silver, a young and strong woman gets half a penny of silver, and the elderly and children get twenty coins. My brother and I are the only ones in my family, so we only pay one hundred and twenty coins a month. With my brother's monthly salary, it's easy~"

The little girl pretended to be relaxed.

In Daqian silver, one tael of silver is equal to ten coins. One coin of silver is equal to one hundred coins.

Chen Pingan touched the little girl's head and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Nannan is right. A mere one hundred and twenty yuan is not a big deal for my brother."

"Yeah." The little girl nodded heavily.

"Nannan, we have paid off all the debts we owe. In the days ahead, we two brothers and sisters will live a good life."

Chen Pingan hugged Chen Erya into his arms, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Monthly payment? At most one month. I will let the Tiger Head Gang break this rule for me!"

In the courtyard, Chen Pingan comforted Chen Erya. Because it was a day off, he didn't need to patrol the streets, so he practiced the iron shirt once more in the afternoon.

After half an hour, the experience value on the panel changed from 4 to 5.

Chen Pingan wanted to try the Iron Shirt for the second time, but he found that his skin was slightly red and it was difficult to continue. It was probably because his rest interval was not long enough.

"If every day is a day off, we can have an extra opportunity to practice during the day!"

Chen Pingan thought to himself. It was a pity that there was only one day off in ten days.

After practicing the iron shirt, Chen Pingan wiped his body a little. He stayed in the courtyard all afternoon without going out.

The dish they were going to cook tonight was braised pork trotters, which was a hard dish. So Chen Ping'an and Chen Erya started working in the small kitchen early. The brother and sister worked together very quickly.

Today's dinner: a large bowl of braised pork trotters, a plate of stir-fried pork slices with vegetables, a bowl of steamed egg with shrimps, and two bowls of white rice, one large and one small.

The whole courtyard was filled with the aroma of meat, making people salivate.

Practicing martial arts consumes a lot of energy, so Chen Pingan ate up all the food in this dinner.

This really shocked Chen Erya.

The other dishes are fine, but this braised pork trotter.
It is called pig's trotter, but in fact the meat above the trotter is still there!
"Brother, you have a really good appetite lately!"

The little girl stared at Chen Pingan in surprise.

"Hahaha, yeah, not bad!" Chen Pingan said with a smile as he picked the residue off the pork bones.

"Brother is practicing martial arts now, and he needs a sufficient supply of blood. The body is hungry and thirsty, which will naturally increase the appetite! Nannan, buy some more beef and mutton tomorrow, don't save money! As long as brother is successful in martial arts and becomes a formal official, he will have everything he deserves!"

Looking at Chen Pingan who was still unsatisfied, the little girl nodded repeatedly.

After dinner, the brother and sister chatted idly. When they were halfway through cleaning up the dishes, there was a knock on the door.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
"Who?"

The two looked at each other, and Chen Pingan asked.

"Brother Chen, it's me. Your Uncle Zhang."

A deep voice sounded outside the door.

"It's Uncle Zhang!"

Chen Ping'an hurriedly opened the gate and found a dark-skinned, strong and capable old man standing outside the door. It was Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang was carrying a basket on each side, which were the sand and gravel that Chen Pingan wanted.

"Come on, come on, Uncle Zhang, come in quickly."

Chen Ping'an welcomed the old man into the house.

"Brother Chen, where do you think we should put these gravels?"

After entering the courtyard, Uncle Zhang looked around.

"Just leave it there!"

Chen Pingan smiled and pointed to the corner beside the gate.

Uncle Zhang responded, put down the basket of sand and gravel, and slowly poured it onto the place where Chen Ping'an pointed.

"Brother Chen, what do you want to do with this sand and gravel?"

Uncle Zhang asked curiously while pouring sand and gravel.

"Oh, that's right. The Pacification Office passed down some grappling techniques for us to practice with sand and stones when we have nothing to do."

Chen Pingan made up a lie casually.

"So that's how it is." Uncle Zhang nodded, revealing a hint of envy: "As expected of a government employee, the benefits are great, and the kung fu has been passed down."

"Nothing, just some superficial skills, better than nothing." Chen Pingan laughed. "Brother Zhang is helping out in the restaurant kitchen, and he's doing pretty well!"

"Hey, little brother Chen, if my Tieniu was half as good as you, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

While the two were chatting, the two baskets of sand and gravel were soon dumped into the yard.

(End of this chapter)