It is said that when Chen San thought of his son's name, he actually didn't want his son to practice martial arts. He wanted his son to become a person like Mr. Sun Wen, so he used a word in the other party's name, which was called Chen Wen.

Of course, the word "Wen" also means cultural talent, and it also expresses Chen San's high hopes. He thought that his family had to practice martial arts for generations and always had a scholar.

But who would have thought that as my son grew older, not only did he not develop the good habit of loving reading, but instead, under the influence of his family background and many disciples in the martial arts school, he quickly fell in love with martial arts practice.

Chen San did not allow him to learn, so Chen Wen practiced secretly.

So when he was ten years old, he could beat all children under the age of 14 outside and become the king of children.

Of course, Chen Wen was beaten a lot for this, but Chen San was beaten, and Chen Wen didn't say a word. No matter how heavy the stick was, even if the stick was broken, he couldn't hear Chen Wen's cry of pain.

But in the end, Chen San really gave up because after more than 10 years of discovering that his son was not the material for studying and studying, but was very talented in martial arts, so he also got involved in the door wall and became a junior brother.

"Oh, Master Chen is here." The second disciple Qian Hu laughed after seeing Chen Nian's face. A crack was opened in the middle of the beard on his face, revealing his slightly yellowed teeth.

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it, I just arrived, how could I call a master?" Chen Nian said modestly.

But he thought in his heart that although the bearded man in front of him looked fierce and powerful, in fact, if the other party fights against him, Chen Nian is confident that he can make the other party take less than 5 seconds, so he kneels down and begs him.

Beg yourself not to die.

Although it is the Republic of China period now, killing people is illegal and you have to squat.

"Hahaha, Master Chen is modest. Although you are as weak as a little chicken, we are not as good as you when it comes to cooking." Qian Hu said with a laugh.

But such a straightforward metaphor made Chen Nian still hang three black lines on his forehead. This guy's emotional intelligence is indeed a bit lower.

But such people are usually very loyal.

But after hearing Qian Hu say this, senior brother Tang Dechun said angrily after Chen Nian: "Hu Zi, don't just throw away any money. Although Master Chen has not practiced martial arts, his physical foundation is very good and he is tall. If he had practiced martial arts like you, he may not be worse than you now. You are like a dog to see people lower than you!"

"Senior brother, then I won't be convinced if you say this. Are you talking about it like that? I can't beat Master and you in the martial arts hall. I'm not afraid of anyone else!" Qian Hu said unconvincedly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Tang Dechun gave his love a first glance: "If you don't accept it, you have to hold it in. If you have the ability, you can compete with others to cook."

"Then forget it. I'll look into the kitchen every day. I recognize all the dishes, but if I cut them into pieces and put them in the pot, hey! What are you guessing? I don't know any of them!"

For some reason, Chen Nian felt that their speech was naturally funny, and they were like crosstalk during conversations.

"Okay, stop talking. Master Chen is also the chef we invited. Although he is young, he has also been recognized by Master Sun. How can you not know Master Sun's skills?" At this time, the head Chen San spoke.

He is worthy of being the head of the sect and speaks extremely majestic.

The voice is calm and powerful, full of energy.

Qian Hu, who had just said a few words, dared to contradict his senior brother Tang Dechun, had only a smirk on his face.

"Master, I understand. I can't make some delicious food in the kitchen every day. I eat well every day. I feel energetic when practicing martial arts. I will be beaten up!"

But Chen Nian did not come out this time to greet them.

On the one hand, they recognize them, and on the other hand, they want to wait for the master Sun Fuquan here to come out and go out to buy some vegetables together.

It's morning now, and it's time to make lunch later.

After a while, a little old man with a hunched back walked out of the back hall. Although his waist was bent down 30 degrees, Chen Nian found that the other party was not struggling at all when walking, but instead looked very flexible and light.

After Sun Fuquan came out, several martial arts disciples nodded respectfully, including Chen San, who also greeted Sun Fuquan politely.

After receiving it, Sun Fuquan also said to Chen San respectfully: "San Master, then let's go out to buy vegetables first. I will go back to let Xiaonian organize it and report to you."

"Okay, Master Sun will walk slowly, and I will take my apprentices to start practicing."

Sun Fuquan nodded and left the martial arts hall with Chen Nian.

This was the first time Chen Nian saw Tianjin during this period when he walked out of the martial arts hall.

The location of the martial arts hall is located at the entrance of Wang Shisan Hutong, the northeast corner of the old city of Tianjin. It covers an area of ​​three acres and four cents. Of course, this is also related to Chen San's influence. After all, when people in the martial arts world see Chen San, they will respectfully call him Sanye.

But since the location is the old town, the surrounding area looks a bit dilapidated, and passers-by all look at it as if they are miserable.

But looking into the distance, Chen Nian could still see some towering bell towers and many white dome buildings standing in the city.

"Stop looking, that's the French Concession, the territory of foreigners. In Tianjin, you are extremely accused of being beaten by other martial arts schools. If you are serious, you can only get rid of your arms and legs according to the rules on the road. But if you are offended by foreigners in this life, you will have some ways to deal with you." At this time, Sun Fuquan felt Chen Nian's gaze and spoke kindly and reminded.

Chen Nian nodded, and he naturally knew that foreigners had a rampant power during this period.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Chen Nian saw a bald man with a knotted muscles and a short coat on his upper body chasing a few French soldiers from an alley in front.

Somehow the guns on the French soldiers ran into the hands of the strong man, but the strong man didn't seem to like using the gun. After running two steps, he felt that it was too burdensome, so he knocked it to the ground and continued to chase it!

When Chen Nian saw this situation, hey music.

A fine tradition belongs to right.

But after a few laughs, Chen Nian shook his head and sighed, thinking that this guy was so impulsive, I was afraid there would be no good juice to eat in the future.

This is just a small episode, which is common to Sun Fuquan. After all, most people who practice martial arts have a bad temper and naturally cannot stand excessive bullying and oppression.

Soon, after arriving at the vegetable market, there were many people setting up stalls here, including all kinds of vegetables, meat, fish, chickens and ducks. After all, they were located on a major transportation road and next to the water.

The so-called "living the mountains by the mountains, eating water by the water, and eating everywhere by the intersection of the road.

Chicken and duck cries endlessly, and the fish-killing stalls are even more bloody in front of the stalls. Here, guests usually pick up the fish and the stall owner appears to kill them.

Sometimes I don’t pick up a basin, but I kill fish on the ground to bleed and scrape scales.

It's like a murder scene.

This is the northern vegetable market earlier.

"Although we have everything here, it is not as good as the British, French and Italian vegetable markets. Most people cannot enter those places. Most of the customers are rich Chinese and foreign households, especially the British vegetable markets, which are guarded by British soldiers. It is impossible for ordinary people to get close to them."

Chen Nian couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart when he heard this: "What's so awesome? Isn't we going to drive out all of us in a few decades?"

"What a big Yingfa Country, Yidaili, there is nothing to fight in the future."

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