Rural Shennong

Under any glitz, there is filth and gloom.

It is the filth and gloom that make the glitz even more brilliant.

Just like Haicheng's economy is developed and the city is beautifully built, but Haicheng also has slums.

In an old tube building built in the middle of the last century, the sallow and emaciated Hou Liangyu carried a gas tank and walked up the creaking stairs to the door of the building.

Putting down the gas tank, Hou Liangyu held his knees and breathed hard.

If Hou Liangyu didn't say it himself, no one would believe that he, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a vicissitudes of life, was once a tyrannical warrior who had reached the peak of external strength.

After resting for a while, Hou Liangyu prepared to move the gas tank to the bicycle and send it to the gas station.

Send it to fill the liquefied petroleum gas by yourself, and you can save five yuan in door-to-door delivery and handling fees.

As soon as he straightened up, he saw a pair of shiny leather shoes next to the gas tank.

The leather shoes formed an extremely sharp contrast with the broken road in the alley.

Looking upwards along the neat and tidy trousers, Hou Liangyu saw the person coming: "Is it you?"

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes: "Elder...Eldest Young Master, please forgive me for two more days, I will send you the rent as soon as I have money."

Hou Dairan covered his mouth with a white handkerchief, the dirty air in the alley made him very uncomfortable.

"Liangyu, why did you become such a ghost?"

"Did the bastards under me make things difficult for you? You tell me, I'll make the decision for you!"

The two warriors behind Hou Dairan looked at Hou Liangyu with threatening eyes.

Hou Liangyu quickly lowered his head: "No, I am a useless person who lives in our house, so I should pay the rent."

After he lowered his head, no one saw the sadness and resentment in his eyes.

Hou Liangyu grew up in an orphanage, and no one knew who his parents were.

More than 20 years ago, he was still a young man in his prime. At that time, his name was not Hou Liangyu, but Wang Tiedan.

When he went back to the orphanage to visit the director, he happened to meet Hou Hanpu who was doing free clinic for charity activities.

Hou Hanpu was a martial artist, and he immediately recognized that this young man was a good seed for martial arts, so he took him in as his apprentice.

At that time, Hou Liangyu didn't know that this seemingly beautiful encounter would become his future nightmare.

Hou Dairan looked at the humble Hou Liangyu, with a look of disdain flashing in the corner of his eyes: "Liangyu, in fact, I have heard about you."

"Speaking of which, our Hou family is sorry for you!"

Hou Liangyu was slightly taken aback, then raised his head and said with hope, "Yes... is it Master, does the old man want to see me?"

The master he was talking about was Hou Hanpu.

After Hou Hanpu accepted Hou Liangyu as his disciple, he taught him martial arts, gave him glory and wealth, and even changed his name.

He said that you are a beautiful jade with good talents, and Tie Dan is not good enough for you. My last name is Hou Liangyu.

That's how Hou Liangyu's current name came about.

Hou Dairan frowned slightly: "The old ancestor is very busy recently and has no time to see you."

"It's me who wants to do something with you."

"As long as you help me get this done, I will not only waive your rent, but also give you 10 yuan as a bonus, how about it?"

Hou Liangyu was very disappointed, even desperate, he whispered to himself: "Master, have you forgotten me?"

In the past, Hou Hanpu was very kind to him, Hou Liangyu felt deeply and respected Hou Hanpu very much.

However, relying on Hou Hanpu's favor and his rapid progress in martial arts, he was a little arrogant and defiant, and offended many warriors in the Hou family.

Three years ago, when Hou Liangyu had just broken through to become a martial arts master and had not had time to consolidate his cultivation, Hou Dairan had a conflict with the son of a local family in Haicheng because of a young model.

When Hou Hanpu heard the news, he immediately asked him to help.

As a result, when his cultivation base was unstable, he fought against the warriors under that son, but the warriors from the Hou family didn't help him.

Although he broke Hou Dairan's siege, he was seriously injured under the siege of several other fighters, and his cultivation base was completely crippled.

Then he was abandoned by the Hou family.

Hou Hanpu, who had treated him as his own, healed his wounds and found that his cultivation was useless, left with a cold face and never saw him again.

Those martial artists who committed his crimes also beat and humiliated him in various ways. In the past three years, he has not been able to find a serious job, and his life is worse than that of a dog.

Even buying some common medicines can't relieve the dark wounds.

That's why he became this person who is neither human nor ghost.

Thinking of all the previous experiences, Hou Liangyu said with a sad smile: "Young Master, you can ask me to help, and I don't ask what to do."

"But once this matter is over, I hope that your Hou family will not come to affect your life again. Let me go, can you?"

As soon as he said this, the warriors behind Hou Dairan were not happy.

"Presumptuous! You are a trash who is worse than a dog, and you are worthy of our Hou family to deliberately deal with you?"

"You don't even look at what kind of virtue you are, and you are worthy of her mother's terms with the young master?"

"Fuck, I don't think you've been beaten enough. I was on that construction site two days ago, and you're lucky if I didn't beat you to death!"

Hou Dairan waved his hand to stop his subordinates from clamoring: "Liangyu, I promise you everything you say."

"I can give you 10 yuan first."

"What I asked you to do is also very simple, maybe you will get a blessing in disguise!"

Hou Liangyu has seen through the Hou family, including Hou Hanpu.

The Hou family is a group of white-eyed wolves who use people to look forward and don't need people to look back.

Didn't he end up in today's end because of Hou Dairan, a dude?

In the end, Hou Dairan gave him 10 yuan. Hou Liangyu knew very well that Hou Dairan usually went out to meet [-]th-tier starlets, and he might not be able to buy a brand-name bag.

He said indifferently: "A blessing in disguise? Hehe, then I will thank you first."

Hou Dairan frowned and said, "Don't believe me, I found you a doctor named Chen Ping."

"He will have an open class at the Medical University tomorrow, and then you will be his patient and let him heal."

"If Chen Ping cured you, wouldn't you be a blessing in disguise?"

"Chen Ping?" Hou Dairan had never heard of this name: "This person has cured warriors?"

Don't look at the tumultuous public opinion of Chen Ping and the Hou family's rivalry.

But the low-level people like Hou Liangyu, who eat their meals without resting their meals, and work hard every day to survive, can't even afford a smartphone.

Where is the time and energy to pay attention to those gossips.

Hou Dairan took out the checkbook, wrote a check for 10 yuan, tore it off and handed it to Hou Liangyu: "Don't worry about whether he can cure you or not."

"You are waiting at home tomorrow afternoon, and I will send someone to pick you up."

Hou Liangyu hesitated.

Hearing Hou Dairan's words, he knew that the doctor was unreliable.

He is not disabled now, although his body is very weak, at least his limbs are sound and not paralyzed.

What if that doctor treats him indiscriminately and ruins him?Then he can only stare and wait to die.