The evil life of Jia Erhu

Lu Zhichao said: "Since you have seen my videos, you should know that I eat very casually. I usually bring a rice cooker and cook in a car, and I don't drink alcohol.

It's still early, and I understand your mood very well. Let's talk about what you want to know first. "

"Oh, okay, wait a minute."

After saying that, Jia Erhu immediately turned around and walked out quickly.

He first ordered a plate of braised turtle at the restaurant on the second floor, and then ordered four ounces of large hairy crabs, a total of eight.

Finally, I ordered a pot of old hen stewed with mushrooms.

There isn't much food, but it's thick enough.

Then, he went to the supermarket to buy five cartons of Chinese cigarettes. The supermarket owner looked at him and worried that he was a liar. He didn't want to miss the deal, so he said he only had three cartons here.

Jia Erhu nodded and said: "Then three! Remember, don't bring fake cigarettes, otherwise you won't be able to eat them and carry them around!"

"rest assured."

The boss took out three cartons of cigarettes, picked up a ballpoint pen, and wrote his name on each carton of cigarettes, in order to prevent Jia Erhu from cheating.

After Jia Erhu returned to the room, he said with a smile: "I forgot that Mr. Lu doesn't drink, but he is very addicted to cigarettes. You can use these cigarettes to smoke."

Lu Zhichao knew that this was also Jia Erhu's heart. If he tried to refuse, it would seem pretentious. He just smiled and accepted the gift.

When Jia Erhu went down, he casually placed two small photo frames on the table, but accidentally placed them on the table backwards.

What he was like when he left, he was still like when he came back. From this, it can be seen that Lu Zhichao is not a curious person, let alone someone who casually looks through other people's things.

Jia Erhu picked up the photo frame and asked, "Mr. Lu, do you know my master?"

"Your master," Lu Zhichao shook his head: "Who is your master?"

Jia Erhu took out a photo of Lu Zhichao and his master and his son and handed it over.

After Jia Erhu took a look, he seemed surprised: "Why do you have this photo?"

Jia Erhu handed over another photo frame and said, "I just took this from my master's house. Unfortunately, he just passed away in an accident two days ago."

Lu Zhichao was stunned for a moment, glanced at Jia Erhu speechlessly, and immediately understood that Jia Erhu must have met his senior brother in prison.

He pointed to the senior brother in the photo and asked Jia Erhu: "Is this your master?"

Jia Erhu nodded.

Lu Zhichao smiled bitterly and said: "No, you should call him Master, he is your father's master and my senior brother.

In this way, you are still my nephew. "

Jia Erhu blinked and looked at Lu Zhichao: "You...oh, no, uncle, you mean to say that my father also learned martial arts when he was alive?"

Lu Zhichao smiled: "Speaking of which, it was because of me that he suffered a loss from me, so he thought of becoming a disciple to learn the art. Coincidentally, he actually became a disciple of my senior brother."

Then, he told Jia Erhu about the situation that year.

Jia Erhu did not hate him because of this, but instead admired him: "Uncle Master, it seems that you are really versatile in both civil and military affairs. You write such good novels and you also have good kung fu?

But I don't understand. You should be about the same age as my father. If my father wanted to become a disciple, he should also become a disciple of your master, my ancestor. How could you become a disciple of your senior brother? "

Lu Zhichao looked at the photo and asked, "You still don't know your master's name, right?"

Jia Erhu shook his head and said, "I only know his surname is Zhang."

Lu Zhichao nodded and said: "His name is Zhang Jianhua. His father is also my master, named Zhang Guodong.

In a special era, my master, your ancestor, has been living in a small alley in Haicheng.

At that time, we didn't know who had any skills, but we knew that he was very famous for massage. As long as we found him for bruises and injuries, we could get it done in seconds.

When I was a kid, I was playing football at school. When I fell, I put my hands on the ground. As a result, my wrists became swollen and painful.

Later my father took me to find him.

In the past, we have seen other people push injuries. We usually use strong liquor or tiger balm to lubricate and activate blood circulation.

When he pushed my injury, he used only his bare hands and nothing else.

He is not like others who push wherever he is hurt.

My wrist was injured, but he pinched my elbow joint, shoulder joint, and even my waist more often.

I was pushed for 10 minutes and the pain was gone that night, and the swelling was gone by the time I went to school the next day. "

Jia Erhu's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Is Master Patriarch so powerful?"

"Of course, and he is more than that." Lu Zhichao said: "He was quite famous in Haicheng at that time. In addition to the people around him, even the leaders of the city and even people from other provinces came to him.

But that was in the 70s, and people usually came to him for treatment for free, because they couldn't accept money at that time. Once they accepted money, it would involve issues of doctrine, and they would be arrested and judged.

Therefore, people who come to him for injuries usually give him gifts.

For example, a few packs of cigarettes, a few bottles of wine, a pound of rock sugar and white sugar, or half a pound, vegetable oil, etc.

When leaders came to see him for injuries, they would bring some of the so-called high-end pastries at the time, such as egg cakes or malted milk.

When my father took me to treat my injury, he only gave him two packs of cigarettes. At that time, they were 2 cents a pack of Pegasus cigarettes. I will remember this all my life. "

Jia Erhu asked hurriedly: "Because of this incident, you later became your disciple?"