The road to immortality is difficult, bones build immortality

In a blink of an eye, Qingchen strode to the rice truck serving porridge.

He glanced at the car full of hot porridge and saw that there was still more than half a pot of rice porridge left.

Suddenly he was not angry at all, and an unknown fire could not help but surge up in his heart.

Generally speaking, the porridge at the bottom of the pot is the thickest.

The top is relatively thin, watery and has fewer rice grains.

Qingchen did not go to the queue, but chose to stand aside and watch with cold eyes.

Third brother Qing'an tugged at his sleeves anxiously.

"Brother, we have to line up. If you don't line up, the porridge will be gone soon."

"What's the rush?" Qingchen turned away impatiently.

"There is so much left. Call me when there is less than half left."

"But brother, when there is only a small amount left, it will be too late to wait in line!"

The third brother Qing'an was so anxious that he stamped his feet.

"Who said we have to queue up?" Qingchen glared at him.

"Keep an eye on me and tell me when there's less than half left."

Qingchen put down his words and walked towards the willow tree next to him.

Qingchen thought to himself, they are all local gangsters, who is still waiting in line honestly?

In the first few days of recovering from his injuries, Qingchen didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

Behave properly and let your brothers get some porridge and rice with water ladles.

But as soon as he recovered from his injury, he was eager to go to the city and do some work.

You can't live in a shabby thatched hut outside the city forever!

Last night, Qingchen asked his second brother Qingjie to stare at the group of beggars. It turned out to be a beggar raised by Shuangyinghui.

The Double Eagles are a small gang from a nearby street and control the street.

The leaders are a pair of sworn brothers, both good at Eagle Claw Kung Fu and proficient in some martial arts.

Under his subordinates, there was also a group of gangsters waving flags and shouting.

Qingchen is not afraid of the last person, but if these sworn brothers go together, Qingchen will be a little reluctant.

What's more, there are more than a dozen gangsters waving flags and shouting, so he has to weigh it.

Two days ago, Qingchen had set his sights on the territory of the Double Eagle Society.

To go out and hang out, you have to have a territory. What kind of future can you have by working part-time?

He understands that if he wants to gain a foothold in this troubled world, he must have his own territory.

Just being a brothel thug doesn't make much money.

He can't even afford a house in the city, let alone the huge expenses required for martial arts training.

If you want to have a future, you have to join a gang and seize territory.

But the wealthy places in Jincheng are either taken over by the government or by big gangs.

In other words, some small soup bases in civilian areas are occupied by some gangs, drinking some watery soup.

"Brother, big brother."

At this time, the third brother Qing'an stood beside him and shouted twice cautiously.

"There's only a little half left, what should I do, brother!"

Qing'an pointed to the porridge bucket and said: "What should I do to get the porridge? Why are you so stupid? Follow me."

After Qingchen finished speaking, he walked towards the front of the team.

Then with a push, the dark old man in front of him who was harassing the woman was pulled out.

"What are you doing? It's so crowded, so crowded! Are there any rules anymore!"

The old man immediately started shouting.

"Bang~bang!" Before the old man could finish his words, two heavy punches came out of the blue.

There was a dull sound in his chest, and the old man felt the blood surge in his chest.

"Bang!" The old man hadn't reacted yet.

Suddenly, there was another loud slap in the face.

A harsh sound echoed in the air, and the left side of the old man's face instantly became swollen and swollen.

Qingchen stared at the old man fiercely, like a wild wolf staring at a sheep.

Then he glanced around gloomily. There were some refugees around who wanted to watch the excitement.

Inadvertently, the short blade on his waist was exposed, and he pressed it quietly with his left hand.

The people around him suddenly became silent and did not dare to speak out.

He was afraid that this vicious man with a short knife on his waist would do something to him.

If you knock yourself to the ground, you will lose more than you gain.

There is no need to risk your own life just to watch the excitement.

The plump woman was originally a side house of a large family, but she ended up living here after a disaster. She smeared some mud on her face.

She was so harassed by the old man that her face turned red, but she didn't dare to scream for fear of being kicked out of the porridge distribution team.

So he covered his face and felt aggrieved. He didn't see the scene of Qingchen teaching the old man a lesson, and actually started crying.

Qingchen grabbed the woman, worried that her crying would attract the attention of the soldiers.

The woman was still holding the basket with bowls in her hands, holding it tightly. He whispered to the woman,

“Don’t cry, if you cry again, I will take off your clothes and hang them on a tree!

Get behind me, I've kicked that old man out!

Just stay here with peace of mind, are you still worried that you won't be able to drink porridge? "

Of course, Qingchen didn't do it because of his good intentions.

It's not just for the woman's hard-to-control buttocks.

The world is so chaotic, and a woman's innocence is a joke.

Qingchen couldn't take care of it, and he didn't want to take care of it at all. After all, Qingchen was not a good person.

After several days of observation, Qingchen discovered.

For some small-scale riots, the soldiers would not come to investigate at all.

Instead, they watched the show in front and told each other some dirty jokes to pass the time.

Only when the chaos gets bigger will we have to step in to suppress it.

After all, they are all poor people, and they can only squeeze out a few taels of oil and water.

If the soldiers didn't have the city's laws and regulations, they wouldn't want to care about these refugees at all.

But if they encounter ruthless refugees, the soldiers do not dare to be too embarrassed. After all, this is a year when bandits are rampant.

In this world, if you are ruthless and capable, you deserve to eat meat.

Those who are incapable and soft can only be eaten.

Qingchen knew this truth very well, so he had to be ruthless.

Seeing that no one dared to meddle in other people's business, Qingchen asked his younger brother who was standing aside to stand in front of him quickly, and then followed the flow of people forward.

The helpers of the porridge were all amused by the sight of a twelve-year-old boy holding a wooden basin.

He said unhappily: "I say, you little kid, you come to serve porridge with a wooden basin, you are here to make fun of me.

Go, go, change a bowl and rearrange it."

The third brother Qingan was frightened by the words of the helper and lowered his head, nodding and not daring to speak.

Suddenly, Qingan's shoulder was pressed by a strong hand.

Then Qingchen pulled Qingan behind him.

He didn't say anything, just quietly watching the helpers of the porridge.

He made the hanger-on look a little scared, and then he said: "Brother, please help me. I and my brother will be grateful if you can help me when I am out.

This is not your porridge, it is public property, there is no need to hurt the harmony. The soldiers next to you don't care, and you are interfering, which is a bit unkind."

The hanger-on looked at Qingchen's fierce look and was a little timid.

But he was also a face-saving person, so he insisted,

"What if you don't give it to me? There are so many people watching, do you dare to rob it?"