Martial arts immortality, my practice has experience

The world is like this. If you are not strong enough, you have to admit it. Don't think about changing your fate. If you are not in a good position, you have to recognize it. Don't think that everyone will give you some face.

Chen Pingan, who looked at the palm print on the table, had a clear understanding of the situation.

Qi and blood are perfect in 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.

Under the accumulation of power, slapping a palm print and leaving such a palm print in a casual manner are not the same concept.

The latter represents the power that can be freely controlled.

With this kind of strength, he is no match at all.

With this strength, if Xiaohu Ye slaps him with a palm, he, who is only a minor success in the iron shirt, can't bear it. If there are more palms, he will be seriously injured if not dead!

Monthly money!

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

For a long time, the Tiger Head Gang has been collecting monthly money in Lihua Lane and surrounding streets. It is indeed a well-known fact.

However, since Old Chen had established himself in the county city, he had never paid any monthly fee.

Old Chen had never paid, so Chen Ping'an would not pay either.

The last sentence left by Little Tiger Lord was very clear. Starting from next month, Chen Ping'an would start paying monthly fees.

Old Chen could not pay monthly fees because he was a formal official registered by the Nanquan Lane Zhenfu Division, and his martial arts Qi and blood were perfect.

Now, although Chen Ping'an is also a servant of the Nanquan Lane Zhenfu Division. But in the eyes of Little Tiger Lord and others, one is that he has not entered the martial arts, and the other is just a temporary official who is not registered.

Compared with Old Chen in those days, it is simply a world of difference!

The rules of monthly fees were set by the Tiger Head Gang. Old Chen could break them in those days, but Chen Ping'an today cannot break them.

In the eyes of Little Tiger Lord and others, the identity of an official who is not registered is not enough!

If you are not strong enough, you can only swallow your anger! This is power, and it is also the truth of this world.

Chen Pingan walked forward and closed the gate, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"Brother, are you okay~"

Seeing that Chen Pingan's face was not right, Chen Erya hurried forward to comfort him. Just now, she also heard what Little Tiger said.

"Nannan, brother is fine! After paying off the debt, brother feels relieved."

Chen Pingan raised the document in his hand.

"Well! The silver has been paid off. With brother working outside, life at home will get better and better!"

The little girl talked to herself, nodding as she spoke to increase her persuasiveness.

"I heard from several aunts next door that the monthly salary of the Tiger Head Gang is based on the number of people. Young and strong men pay one penny of silver, young and strong women pay half a penny of silver, and the elderly and children pay twenty small coins. There are only my brother and me at home, and we only pay one hundred and twenty small coins a month. With the monthly salary of my brother working, it's easy~"

The little girl pretended to be relaxed.

Big money, 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.

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

"Well." The little girl nodded heavily.

"Nannan, we have paid off all the silver we owe. In the days to come, we brothers and sisters will live well."

Chen Pingan hugged Chen Erya in his arms, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

"Monthly money!? At most one month, I will let this Tiger Head Gang break this rule for me!"

......

In the small courtyard, Chen Pingan comforted Chen Erya. Because it was a holiday, he did not need to patrol the streets, and he practiced the iron shirt once more in the afternoon.

It was still half an hour, and the experience value on the panel changed from 4 to 5.

Chen Pingan wanted to try the iron shirt for the second time, and found that his skin was slightly red, and it was a bit difficult to continue. It should be because his rest interval is not long enough.

"If every day is a rest day, there will be an extra opportunity to practice during the day!"

Chen Pingan thought secretly.

It's a pity that there is only one rest day in ten days.

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

In the evening, he was going to cook braised pork trotters, which is a hard dish. So, Chen Pingan and Chen Erya started busy in the small kitchen early. The brother and sister worked together very quickly.

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

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

Practicing martial arts consumes a lot of energy, so Chen Pingan ate this dinner cleanly.

This shocked Chen Erya.

The rest of the dishes are fine, but this braised pig's trotter...

It's called pig's trotter, but actually all the meat above the trotter is here!

"Brother, your appetite has been really good recently!"

The little girl stared at Chen Ping'an in surprise.

"Hahaha, yes, not bad!" Chen Ping'an said with a smile while picking the residue from the pig bones.

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

Looking at Chen Ping'an who was still not satisfied, the little girl nodded repeatedly like pounding garlic.

After the meal, the brother and sister chatted for a while. When they were halfway clearing the dishes, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard.

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 Pingan hurriedly opened the courtyard door 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 was exactly the sand and gravel Chen Pingan wanted.

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

Chen Pingan welcomed the old man into the door.

"Brother Chen, where do you want to put these gravels?"

Entering the small courtyard, Uncle Zhang looked around.

"Just leave it there!"

Chen Pingan pointed to the corner next to the courtyard gate.

Uncle Zhang responded, put down the basket of sand and gravel, slowly tipped it over, and poured it onto Chen Ping'an's finger.

"Brother Chen, what do you want this gravel for?"

Uncle Zhang asked curiously while pouring the gravel.

"Oh, that's it. The Town and Fu Division passed down some grappling techniques and asked us to practice them with sand and gravel."

Chen Pingan lied casually.

"So that's it." Uncle Zhang nodded and said with a hint of envy: "You are worthy of being a government official. The benefits are great, and the kung fu has been passed down."

"Nothing, just a little superficial effort, better than nothing." Chen Pingan laughed. "Brother Zhang helps out in the restaurant's kitchen and is doing well!"

"Hey, Brother Chen, if my Tieniu was half as good as you, that old man would make me laugh even in my dreams."

While the two were chatting, the two baskets of gravel were quickly dumped into the small courtyard.