Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Most of the houses at the end of the dirt road were in disrepair and overgrown with vines and weeds. Only one single-story brick house was relatively clean.

The door to the main room is made of thick solid wood. Although it has been painted with a new layer of varnish, Jiang Ran can still see clearly the insect holes on the door.

The ground in the courtyard is a thin layer of cement, which has long been cracked, and moss has soaked out from the gaps, dyeing a large area a sticky blue color.

The area facing the muddy road in the main room was cleared, leaving a passage about three feet wide.

Bu Xiaopeng was thinking about 500 million, so he rushed to the eaves of the street like a bastard and banged on the door with his fists.

"Ximing, are you here? I'm your Uncle Peng!" His speech was still a bit leaky, but with such a big movement, anyone would come out to check it out.

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The wooden door of the main room is closed, and there are no lights inside. The ground is made of compacted loess, with only some moisture on the surface but no water accumulation. Although this house is old, its waterproofing effect is really good.

There are two bedrooms on the left and right sides of the door, and an old-fashioned granary is built against the wall inward.

There is a brand new folding table and two wooden stools with a sense of age placed near the granary. There are several open plastic bags on the table, which contain cold dishes such as cold beef, peanuts, and dried tofu.

There were two people sitting on the small stools. The taller one had clean shaven hair, leaving only a shallow layer of green stubble. He was wearing a gray vest and held a four-liang bottle of 42-degree Niulanshan in his left hand.

"Don't worry, kid." He pinched a few peanuts with his hands, drank a sip of white wine, and smacked his lips to comfort the restless boy beside him.

Wu Xiaotong's face looked haggard, and his cheeks were obviously much thinner than in the photo his mother sent to Yan Yuqing.

He has a delicate appearance, and his speech is as bookish as his inheritance: "Brother Hu, Brother Agou have sent me more than a dozen text messages."

"I just casually mentioned that I wanted to sell Qiyangzhi to Brother Jun, and he kept asking me where the things were and said he would accompany me to find Brother Jun."

Hu Ximing's eyes turned gloomy, and he put down the bottle with a sneer: "Do you really think that dog has good intentions? Are you afraid that you will ask for [-] million to make Liu Jun angry and then help to smooth things over?"

"Relying on his good martial arts skills, he saved Liu Jun's life in the early years and got to where he is today. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a confidant among his confidants." Veins on Hu Ximing's forehead were pulsing.

Wu Xiaotong looked at him quietly and said, either out of ignorance or tentatively: "Brother Hu, aren't you also Brother Jun's confidant?"

"What a bastard. Liu doesn't trust anyone except that dog."

Hu Ximing sighed, and patted the young man on the shoulder with some disinterest: "Little boy, you are a good boy, it was me, Old Hu, who harmed you."

Wu Xiaotong pursed his pale lips and shook his head: "You introduced me to Brother Jun because you wanted to find a future for me. I can't blame you for this."

"Brother Jun, for your sake, originally planned to let me hang out with Zhou Yuanwei in October. Unfortunately, I went out drinking with Qiangzi and the others and got a bit high. I was confused and touched something I shouldn't have touched..."

The expression on Hu Ximing's face was a little heavy. Looking at Wu Xiaotong's obviously changed face, he lowered his voice and said, "I should say something that I shouldn't say. The relationship between Qiangzi and Agou is not shallow."

There was no disbelief in Wu Xiaotong's expression, only an easily detectable sadness, "Are you saying that Brother Dog deliberately harmed me?"

"Do you know why Liu Jun values ​​you?" Hu Ximing thought about it for a moment, and instead of answering him, he asked another question.

The young man picked up the Niulanshan on the table and took a big gulp. He choked and coughed loudly, "Because you introduced me."

"Liu Jun and I have a life-long friendship, but he has too many things on his mind and has more people to guard against. It is still unknown how much room I, Hu Ximing, have."

Hu Ximing looked at him looking embarrassed after taking a sip of wine, stretched out his finger and tapped, feeling a little happy, "Zhou Yuanwei's ambition grew too fast, Liu Jun's heart is like Ming Jing's."

"The reason why he values ​​you is very simple. First, you have a clean foundation, you have dropped out of high school, and the people and things you come into contact with are very simple and easy to control."

"The second reason is your mother."

When these words came out, Wu Xiaotong's expression became a little stiff: "My mother? Apart from completely destroying the inheritance left by grandpa, what else can she do?"

"Those famous calligraphy, paintings and antiques are getting better and better each time. She has transformed them into those shabby schools!" He said with a somewhat excited tone.

"He also said that it was grandpa's last order and could not be violated. After repairing so many shabby schools, she did not end up well. Instead, she fell ill."

"It doesn't matter if you harm yourself. If you buy me a house, you'll be deducted from it. More than 400 square meters will become [-] square meters, and three hundred square meters will become [-] square meters... If she hadn't lost all the money, how could I have been harmed like this?"

"Do you think I should hate her?"

Wu Xiaotong became more and more anxious as he spoke, and in the end it almost became a loud question.

He himself thought that Brother Jun and others were doing big business, but he didn't discover the truth until he was tricked.

The business is indeed huge, but they are all sewer rats who dare not show their heads.

Hu Ximing waited until he took a deep breath and calmed down a little, then looked at him and shook his head, "Even people like Liu Jun are willing to believe that you are a person who values ​​love and justice because of your mother's deeds. How could you hate her?"

"If you hate her, why would you try so hard to prove yourself?"

"If you hate her, why don't you secretly sell a large sum of money for your own expenses when you know that Qiyanzhi is worth a lot of money? Instead, you think about how you can sell more money to help your mother?"

Wu Xiaotong was dumbfounded by what he said. He slurred his white lips a few times and was speechless for a moment.

"Agou said a few days ago just to deceive you. If he really had a yangzhi, he could get at least hundreds of millions by selling it to Brother Jun."

"Who makes you stupid? You just let it slip that you have a penis..." Hu Ximing sighed with a worried look on his face, "Liu Jun is not short of money and people, but he is too determined to touch a woman."

"Do you still remember the Qingya Garden where he took you to show his goodwill last month? The number one beggar there is Hua Xiaorui. She has become famous in the past two years. Liu Jun's crotch is almost full of thoughts, but the thing still doesn't respond. .”

Hu Ximing spoke with a sense of gloating.

"Maybe Qiyangzhi can really be of use to him. The problem is, even if it does, I know exactly what Liu's method is. It's easy for him to shell out millions, and he might even be able to get out a few million if he grits his teeth."

"One hundred million?" Hu Ximing sneered and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Liu Jun dared to kill someone for 300 million. You really want to sell it for so much money. The ashes will float down the Qingshui River and into the Nanjiang River the next day. "

Wu Xiaotong slumped his shoulders and opened his eyes in confusion: "Then what should we do now?"

"Fortunately, you are smart and came to me first before being tricked by Agou into meeting Liu Jun." Hu Ximing stretched out his calloused hands to rub the green stubble on his head from front to back.

"This time I not only avenged Agou's frame-up for you, but also made Liu Jun's doggy man walk away with nothing to eat."

Wu Xiaotong lowered his head and said in a weak voice, "Brother Hu, we both came to Bujia Village, a remote place, so why don't you stop joking?"

"I have time to joke with you?" Hu Ximing smiled enigmatically, "To tell you the truth, I know someone who needs a penis."

"Who?" Wu Xiaotong raised his head. There may be many people who have problems in that area, but those who can tell from Hu Ximing's mouth are obviously not ordinary people.

"The second master of the Yan family." Hu Ximing lowered his voice and whispered.

"In the early years before Linglong Flower Pavilion collapsed, I had a sweetheart there."

"One time when she was drunk and having sex with me, she said that Second Master Yan had found several big names in Linglong Flower Pavilion, but without exception nothing was accomplished."

When Hu Ximing said this, his eyes were sharp: "Don't spread this matter randomly, otherwise you won't know how you died."

"If you offer the Yangzhi and get the appreciation of Second Master Yan, Liu Jun and Agou are nothing. When the time comes to poop on their heads, they will laugh and ask you if they have done it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly looked at the closed door of the hall, squatted and moved against the wall, and made a shushing gesture at the same time.