"Brother Qian, see if my Xiaolongwan Harbor is spectacular?"

After a few busy days, Zhao Qi rode a horse and brought Qian Wuliang to the Xiaolongwan construction site to take a look.

Qian Wuliang was wearing a sky blue round neck soap robe, a leather strap on his waist, a square scarf on his head, and a slim scimitar hung on his waist. He was neatly tidy, tall, strong, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looked heroic when riding on the horse. Especially a scar on the corner of his eyebrows added a bit of heroic and domineering, which was completely different from the sloppy appearance he had when he first saw him.

Seeing Zhao Qi pointing at the busy and lively construction site with the whip in his hand, Qian Wuliang's handsome face shook a few times and said, "It's a bit big, the port is not repaired, what's spectacular!"

Zhao Qi looked dark and glared fiercely and said, "Can you just flatter me? You don't have the awareness of followers at all!"

"No, I'm just a straightforward person!" Qian Wuliang shook his head righteously.

Zhao Qi twitched his face and knocked his horse's belly towards the construction site gate.

"Brother Wuliang is here!" Seeing Zhao Qi and Qian Wuliang coming on horseback, Ermazi and others guarding the construction site, they all came up to say hello, but they all put all their enthusiasm on Qian Wuliang.

Seeing Ermazi and others' enthusiasm and flattery around Qian Wuliang, Zhao Qi's face became even darker.

Damn it was beaten a few days ago and cried and called me. I was flattered and flattered in a blink of an eye, and I had no position at all.

"Qian Wuliang, from today on, these security guards will be left to you for practice!" Zhao Qi was a little worried, and then gave him a group of people and went straight to the construction site.

"What's wrong with Brother Qi? I look a little unhappy!" A group of security guards looked at Zhao Qi, who was wearing black skin and passing through the door for no reason, all of them were confused.

"I don't know, maybe it's because I don't have enough money!" said a security guard.

"How is it possible? Brother Qi is short of money? There are still hundreds of taels of gold at home!" Ermazi curled his lips.

"Gold cannot be eaten as food. He has adopted more than 20 beggars now and has to build a big house. He has the same expenses every day, and even a million yuan of wealth cannot withstand such consumption..." Qian Wuliang said as he got off the horse. A security guard quickly took the reins and tied them to the horse tethered stake next to him.

"Yes!" Ermazi nodded while pinching her chin, then looked at Qian Wuliang who was taking off her coat and said in surprise: "Brother Wuliang, what are you planning to do?"

"Didn't you hear Dalang's words just now? From today on, the security guards on the construction site will follow me to practice fists and feet every morning and evening!"

"Hehe, that's a good relationship. Brother Wuliang is very skilled in martial arts. We learned three moves and two styles of fist and foot skills, and it will be much more refreshing to hit people in the future!" After hearing this, a group of security guards rushed over excitedly.

Qian Wuliang curled his lips and threw his clothes on the horse's back and said, "The purpose of practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body. If you fight, you will be able to get rid of it. However, if you practice well, you will naturally be happy to beat people. But if you don't practice well, don't cry and call me, don't say that I, Qian Wuliang, teach you!"

"How is that possible? Whoever cries in a fight is a coward? Brother Wuliang, we will all listen to you from today. Hurry up and hand the Fuhu Luohan fisting us!"

Ermazi and a group of security guards shouted excitedly and started queuing up. Soon they lined up neatly in two rows, one by one, raised their chests and raised their heads and hands behind their backs, looking quite imposing.

Qian Wuliang was also a little surprised when he stood in the middle. He usually saw Ermazi and others smiling, but he didn't expect that after queuing, he actually looked pretty.

"I heard from Dalang that you have never practiced martial arts before, but you also play some swords, guns, sticks and sticks on weekdays, and your strength is pretty good. The purpose of practicing martial arts is to adjust your strength. Fuhu Luohan Fist is one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple and is also the martial arts of the Luohan Hall. It is not passed down to lay disciples or outsiders, so I can't teach you Fuhu Luohan Fist, but I can still teach some basic breathing methods and boxing skills. From today on, you will study hard with me. My requirements are not high. In a month, everyone must be able to break bricks with bare hands..."

Qian Wuliang picked up a three-inch thick piece of blue brick from the ground, shouted and slapped it down with a palm, and the half piece of blue brick broke into two pieces.

"Wow~" a group of security guards stirred up and exclaimed, and after looking at each other, their faces were all inexplicably surprised.

"Shaolin martial arts is a foreign kung fu. It emphasizes fast and strong, fast force, short distance, and fists and palms are like steel, and they can stop at once. This will save physical strength. Fighting like you used to be a mess. Not to mention meeting me, even if you meet an ordinary monk who has practiced for two or three years in Shaolin Temple, you will still be beaten to death..."

Ermazi and others were all ashamed, and their faces were so red that they dared not refute.

At the beginning, Zhao Qi said not to rush in blindly, for fear of being beaten, they didn't believe it, but it turned out that it was really fast. If it weren't for Brother Zhang Yuanzhong and his brothers, Qian Wuliang would have run away long ago.

As the saying goes, knowing shame and being brave. Ermazi and others are actually a bit like surviving the dock. However, the nature of a gangster is more obvious, but if you can't win, you can't win. After being beaten by Qian Wuliang, you know that Qian Wuliang has already surrendered to Zhao Qi. Therefore, they are all considered their own people now, so naturally they turned the pain of being beaten into admiration for Qian Wuliang. In the past few days, as long as they see Qian Wuliang, they nodded and bowed, so their bones were so soft that they felt embarrassed.

A master naturally has the temper of a master. Although Qian Wuliang was seduced by Zhao Qi's despicable means of fine wine and food, he was not so complimentary to Zhao Qi. He never slapped horses except eating meat and drinking to praise Zhao Qi's good cooking skills. He was too lazy to open his mouth when he shouted "Good by the boss". After dinner, he slid his mouth and went back to meditate and digest food. He didn't do anything. Zhao Qi felt like he was offering a man at home.

After all the children were settled, Qian Wuliang seemed to feel bored after eating and drinking. He even took a group of children to run in the village every morning and practiced fist and foot on the fields. Therefore, just as it was dawn every day in recent days, Zhao Qi would be awakened by the sound of a group of five, six, seven or eight years old children outside.

Zhao Qi felt that life was almost impossible to pass.

Damn it is like this every day, and it is a luxury to sleep in.

So he decided to let this guy do some serious things, and he couldn't eat good wine and meat every day, and he was bored and gained weight.

So after some thought, Zhao Qi decided to throw Ermazi and a group of security guards to him and practice it carefully.

After all, in the future, I will fight against the Mongols and recover Jiuzhou mountains and rivers, and cannot rely on a group of gangsters who cannot even rely on three-legged cat kung fu to charge. The most powerful group of young people in Maowan Village summoned by Ermazi is Zhao Qi's best training target at present.

Qian Wuliang initially refused Zhao Qi's arrangement, but he reluctantly agreed under Zhao Qi's coercion and temptation.

Because in his opinion, training Ermazi and other adult gangsters is far less effective than training a group of children, because Shaolin martial arts emphasizes boy skills. You have to study hard from an early age to lay a solid foundation. You will basically be useless if you are over fifteen years old.

A guy like Zhao Qi who is a teenager who has a strong mind every night is completely a super-class disabled person and nothing he practices can do.

"Dalang has already agreed with me that he will pay 5 taels of silver every month, and he must see his grades within a month. Broken bricks with bare hands is the simplest training content, so... from today on everyone, everyone must work hard. If anyone dares to be lazy, I will beat him up for five taels of money..."

"Hehe, Brother Wuliang, there is no problem with pissing, but Brother Qi only gives you five taels of silver a month. Isn't it too little?" said a security guard with a little purple cheek and a little purplish.

"That's right, it's too little. We spend five taels of silver every month!"

“There are overtime pays for overtime!”

"There are medical expenses if you are injured..."

“There are also nutritional expenses…”

“There are two or three sets of clothes every year…”

"There are three days off every month..."

A group of security guards started to yell in an instant, and they began to show their benefits to express their sympathy for Qian Wuliang.

"Hehe, these five liang are five liang per person. You have a total of eight, nine, ten... sixteen, seventeen... eighteen people. If you can all split the bricks in a month, I will be able to get ninety taels of silver. In fact, it cannot be considered less!" Qian Wuliang laughed dryly.

"Damn it, it turns out that it's like this five-liang, so shameless!"
Chapter completed!