The next day, An Shengchang, Xin Sulan and An Wan'er all got up early, and drove a mule cart into the capital after breakfast.

The city gate just opened, and the shops on the street in the early morning had not opened except for food shops and grocery shops, cloth shops, jewelry, rouge shops, etc.

The three of them were not in a hurry and went to the Weiwu Martial Arts Hall first. Without going freely, An Shengchang bought all the more than 100 meat buns they had just released in one breath at the bun shop at the entrance of the Wuguan Lane, and asked the store to send them to the martial arts hall.

"There are few people, and you can't finish buying so many. It's a pity that it's hot this day, what a pity it's broken?"

When An Shengchang bought buns, Xin Sulan didn't say anything. She just waited until the people in the bun shop collected the money and smiled and went to deliver buns to the martial arts hall.

When Xin Sulan saw that there were only three of them everywhere, she asked An Shengchang a little angry.

"Don't look at their few people, they eat a lot every day. They don't think they can eat ten of them at a meal alone."

An Shengchang smiled and said, "If you really have a stomachache and eat twenty of them by one person, these hundred are just enough for a meal. Otherwise, why would you lose the huge family business of the Zhou family as the old man?"

"...Is it...yes, I'm going to eat it for the child?"

Seeing An Shengchang nodding for granted, Xin Sulan widened her eyes a little unconfidently, and suddenly felt a little glad that she didn't mention it yesterday, so she simply asked their meat sauce workshop to manage the three meals a day for the mighty martial arts hall.

If she really proposed it, would she be afraid that the meat sauce business in their family in Beijing would not last long and would be eaten up and closed down?

Xin Sulan laughed and secretly spitted herself: How many people in the martial arts hall are there? Even if they eat 100 big meat buns every time, they can actually not spend much money in a month, and they can still be more concerned about their workshop.

She couldn't help but move. But she quickly shook her head secretly, not saying anything else, just saying that the owner of the Zhou Pavilion helped yesterday. Wasn't it because she heard that her own Wan'er saved Xu Qiao and took out the life-saving method to everyone, so she refused to check the cash?

That person doesn't like someone who takes advantage of it.

Why is this person so different? If you have the love to take advantage of it, you will have to die if you don’t take advantage of it. You don’t care about anything about your face.

There are also people like Guanzhu Zhou, who have to avoid the cheaper they deliver to the door. Before, they were able to accept this and two meals when they had just helped their family.

But if they have been long, or if they are asked to have dinner in their workshops in the future, I am afraid that the owner of the Zhou Dynasty would definitely not agree.

"If you are poor, civil and military, why don't you say that those who practice martial arts need a lot of money to support them?"

An Wan'er was not as shocked as Xin Sulan, and she didn't know that her thoughts were changing constantly. She took the conversation for granted and said, "Just eat more and better, they can all grow so strong."

"strong."

Xin Sulan couldn't help but be shocked: "Wan'er, do you think we will become like them in the end?"

"Definitely not."

An Wan'er hurriedly attached herself to Xin Sulan's ear and said, "Mom, although they look strong, they are not fat. And you haven't noticed that they have not cultivated their internal skills?"

"Can you still see if you have not practiced your internal skills?" Xin Sulan was surprised.

"certainly."

An Wan'er for a moment didn't know how to explain to Xin Sulan the difference between people who had practiced internal skills and those who had not practiced internal skills. After thinking about it, she said to her: "Mom, look carefully at me and my father first, we look introverted.

If it weren't for people with higher cultivation than us, we wouldn't be able to tell that we were practicing martial arts. If you think about them again, they were all out of power. Whether they were experts or laymen, you could tell at a glance that they possessed martial arts skills, right?"

“That’s true.”

Xin Sulan was half-believing and half-doubted, first looking at An Wan'er and An Shengchang, then recalling the appearance of those people from the Pavilion Master Zhou, so she nodded.

Even An Shengchang felt thoughtful after hearing this.

"Dad, our kraft paper only has internal skills and mental techniques, and fewer martial arts moves. I think if you can, you might as well join the martial arts school and be a registered child or something. It would be nice to learn a few moves from Director Zhou. In this way, it would be legitimate if you subsidize them a little more every month, and it would be easier for them to accept it."

In this way, when the chaos in the capital starts, they will be tied to the people in the martial arts hall. The meat sauce workshop here may not be preserved.

Seeing An Shengchang showing that look, An Wan'er suddenly proposed with a whim.

"I think it's OK, we won't supplement anything else. The older men have to practice martial arts every day, but I'm afraid they don't have much energy to cook well. Why don't we just supplement them with the food and let them eat with the people in our workshop in the future?"

Xin Sulan immediately agreed, "This is good for them and it is also good for us, but it is a good thing that has the best of both worlds."

"Sure, I'll ask Master Zhou in a while, see if he's willing?"

Although this is indeed a good thing for both worlds in their opinion, An Shengchang still doesn't know if Zhou Desui's martial arts school has some personal rules, such as not accepting registered disciples or something...

If that were the case, he wouldn't have to force others.

After all, he has practiced internal skills and mental methods, and it is not difficult to find some external skills to learn.

Even if you can't find it for a while, it's as easy as finding a martial artist to teach in this capital.

So An Shengchang was not worried at all, so the owner of the Zhou Pavilion would not agree to the conditions proposed by his family. He would be particularly relaxed when speaking.

For a moment, when he entered the martial arts hall, he first discussed with Zhou De to rent the martial arts hall to run a meat sauce workshop. An Shengchang also mentioned the idea of ​​wanting to learn martial arts.

He didn't expect that Zhou Desui was very pleased and agreed without thinking too much. He also smiled and said, "As for the truth, my registered disciples in the martial arts hall are not five hundred and three hundred. But now the martial arts hall really can't afford them, so they dispersed."

"Since they are registered children, they shouldn't be filial to the martial arts hall, why did they become the martial arts hall to raise them?"

An Shengchang was very surprised: "I was thinking that if you were willing to accept me and teach me kung fu. Then, don't bother to prepare three meals a day in the future, so I just let my workshop manage the meal. There is no big meal every day, but at least one meal of meat is still not a problem."

"How can this happen? You don't know how many people can eat us. The meat buns you just sent just now can't be finished even if you leave them for two days. But for us, it's time to be cleaned up by only two meals."
Chapter completed!