Siheyuan: Eastern Qigong Master

I thought I was holding on to the thigh, but now it seems that the thigh has fallen, and I was happy for nothing.

It seems that time travelers cannot rely on others and can only rely on themselves.

"Xiao He, come and have dinner with us!" The big leader had a warm smile on his face, which made people feel friendly.

"Thank you, leader." He Yuzhu did not act pretentiously and took a seat immediately.

There was a table full of Sichuan cuisine, which was particularly spicy and Ning Xiaoming couldn't get used to it.

Except Ning Xiaoming, everyone else ate with gusto.

Everything was explained clearly in the study, so no one spoke.

After the meal, neither Ning Xiaoming nor Chief Engineer Lin received any gifts, but He Yuzhu got a brand new radio.

Isn’t this the radio that the big leader gave to He Yuzhu before he fell?

It seems that the butterfly effect of time travel has caused many things to change.

Chief Engineer Lin did not ask the driver to take Ning Xiaoming home, so Ning Xiaoming had to walk home.

He Yuzhu looked at the radio, complacently, playing music, and looked at Ning Xiaoming provocatively.

Ning Xiaoming was speechless.

In the 20th century, no one wanted a radio. Everyone used mobile phones, which could be used to surf the Internet, listen to music, etc. Mobile phones had become almost omnipotent.

He Yuzhu thought Ning Xiaoming envied him, so he became even more proud.

Ning Xiaoming ignored He Yuzhu and quickened his pace.

"Where are you going?" He Yuzhu looked like he deserved a beating. He looked at the radio and pretended to be very engrossed in listening to the music. When he saw Ning Xiaoming walking towards another street, he chased after him and asked.

Ning Xiaoming was heading towards the Zhengyangmen Siheyuan, not the Nanluoguxiang Siheyuan.

He ignored He Yuzhu and quickened his pace.

He Yuzhu thought that Ning Xiaoming was jealous of him and didn't want to see him listening to the radio, so he took a detour.

Ning Xiaoming quickened his pace and went home.

Thinking of Qin Huairu's stunningly pretty face, his steps became even quicker.

At dinner time, the streets were deserted, especially in the alleys, where there was almost no one.

"Xiaoming, save me."

Ning Xiaoming took a shortcut home, so he walked through the alley.

Turning around, he saw He Yuzhu, covered in blood, running towards him quickly.

Two figures pounced towards He Yuzhu.

"Bah!"

One figure actually shot at He Yuzhu, and another figure attacked He Yuzhu.

"Did He Yuzhu die just like that? That's impossible! He Yuzhu lived to the end!"

"Oh!"

He Yuzhu turned quickly and knocked the person behind him away with a punch, just avoiding the bullet.

Seeing He Yuzhu knocking someone flying, I screamed in my heart!

"Qilin Arm!"

Reading the Siheyuan novel, He Yuzhu is the Siheyuan God of War, and his martial arts is the Qilin Arm, which seems to be true.

Without a certain amount of arm strength, how can you toss the food in the big iron pot and make it roll?

Even though He Yuzhu is a beast, we cannot just stand by and watch someone die.

Orchid finger!

Whizzing!

Two figures fell down!

"Coward, bah!" He Yuzhu spat out a mouthful of red saliva with a look of contempt.

He thought Ning Xiaoming was scared away, but he didn't expect that Ning Xiaoming saved him.

He Yuzhu found the ambush, it must be because he came out of the big leader's house and was carrying a radio, which means he is someone the big leader values.

As for why the ambush was found, Ning Xiaoming didn't want to know.

Maybe he is an enemy spy, or maybe he is a political enemy of the top leader.

The former is fine, but if it is the latter, it will cause trouble.

Not knowing who the other party was, Ning Xiaoming just knocked the assassin unconscious instead of killing him.

He Yuzhu came to his senses at this moment and remembered that he had dropped the radio while running away, so he hurried back to look for it.

Walk out of the alley and pass by Chen Xueru’s silk shop.

"Young comrade, come in and sit down." Chen Xueru walked out of the shop quickly with a surprised smile on her face.

A beautiful queen, sexy and charming, especially plump, shocking and eye-catching.

"Young comrade, you are not honest!" Chen Xueru frowned, and she hated men looking at her there.

Ning Xiaoming muttered to himself, it is so majestic there, it is hard not to look at it, I wonder how beautiful the scenery inside will be?

Thinking of Qin Huairu, she has become plump and round these days.

But Qin Huairu is still a little girl and cannot compare with the mature and charming Chen Xueru.

"I am an honest man, don't bully honest people." Ning Xiaoming grinned.

"Hey, hey! Wait a minute." Chen Xueru wanted to chase him, but Ning Xiaoming had already gone far away and disappeared into the alley.

Although Ning Xiaoming is a time traveler and has lived two lives, he knows that he is no match for queens like Chen Xueru.

Chen Xueru has a very special personality. She just likes other people's husbands. A woman like this has no control over her mouth and can say anything.

Although she is very beautiful and charming, Ning Xiaoming still thinks it is better not to provoke her.

If he gets entangled, asking Ning Xiaoming to go home and divorce Qin Huairu would be more painful than killing Ning Xiaoming.

When I returned to the Zhengyangmen courtyard, I saw Yi Zhonghai and his wife and Qin Huairu having dinner at a stone table under the osmanthus tree in the yard.

"Man." Qin Huairu smiled in surprise when she saw Ning Xiaoming.

After discussion, we decided to have dinner at the Zhengyangmen Courtyard.

An auntie had lunch by herself in the courtyard of Nanluoguxiang, eating some thin porridge, so that others could see that the Yi family’s food was the same as everyone else’s.

Ning Xiaoming walked over and summoned a plate of braised meat from the strange space.

"Man, I'll go prepare a bowl for you." Qin Huairu said as she was about to stand up.

"I've eaten, you guys take your time." Ning Xiaoming hurriedly held Qin Huairu down.

"My dear, my mother and I went to the next door today. How much wine do you have in your cellar?"

When Ning Xiaoming saw Qin Huairu's smile from the bottom of her heart, she couldn't help but reach out and pinch her pretty face.

A shy blush appeared on Qin Huairu's pretty face and she lowered her head shyly.

"It must be a lot, right?"

Qin Huairu nodded suddenly and talked endlessly about the amount of fine wine in the cellar.

Glutinous rice sweet wine is produced every year. The sweet wine inventory is for three consecutive years, and ten tons, or two thousand jars of wine, are produced every year.

There are 6,000 jars of glutinous rice wine preserved and made every day.

There are hundreds of earthenware jars that can hold one ton of wine, which means hundreds of tons of fine wine.

Ning Xiaoming was extremely shocked. He knew that big capitalists were very extravagant, but he didn't expect them to store so much fine wine.

The basement of the courtyard next door is almost hollowed out.

After Qin Huairu and her friends had dinner, the family of four went to the courtyard next door, holding flashlights.

It is also a courtyard with three entrances.

The furniture inside is made of either golden nanmu or red sandalwood.

I saw a lot of ancient porcelain, all of which are antiques. If they were from the 20th century, these porcelains would be worth at least hundreds of millions.

Except for the vases and furniture, all other items have been moved out.

There are many cups in the rosewood cabinet.

You can move in right away.

When we arrived at the cellar, we found that the ground was really hollowed out and there was a lot of fine wine stored there. It was the first time I saw earthenware jars that could hold tons of fine wine.

More than a hundred tons of fine wine is really a luxury.

Every earthenware jar is marked with the date of storage, and the oldest one is fifty years old.