The road to immortality is difficult, bones build immortality

Qingchen didn't speak immediately.

He bent down and picked up a solid brick from the ground.

The stone seemed extremely heavy in his big hands.

Then, he slightly stimulated the inner strength of the jade forging skill.

The palm immediately became as thick and tough as old cowhide.

Qingchen took a deep breath and squeezed hard.

The brick and stone were crushed into pieces in his hands, and stone fragments flew everywhere.

Then, Qingchen said calmly, with a hint of chill in his voice,

“Everyone has the time to sleep at night, but the risk of being bitten by a snake instead of being killed is everywhere.

If I can't drink this pot of thick porridge, at most I will be a little hungry at night. However, this brother. "

Qingchen paused, stared at the helper, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and said word by word:

“When you go to bed at night, you must remember to close the doors and windows to prevent snakes, insects, rats, and ants from coming in.

If it's a mosquito, it's okay, but if it's a venomous snake, your life is at risk. "

The gangster was already dumbfounded by the scene where Qingchen was squeezing gravel bricks with his bare hands.

This is no magic trick, this is real hard stone bricks.

He originally thought Qingchen was just a strong villain, but he didn't expect that the other party was actually a martial artist.

The unique skill of breaking bricks with one hand seems to be quite exciting at first glance.

Hearing Qingchen's words with obvious threats and vague murderous intent, Bang Xian felt tight in his heart.

He immediately understood that the person standing in front of him was a true desperado.

This kind of person can do anything.

Thinking of this, he shuddered involuntarily, and cold sweat ran down his back.

"Brother, I'm just trying to make a living.

Just now, if I offended you and your brothers, please forgive me. That is indeed my fault. "

As he spoke, he had a flattering look on his face, and he couldn't help rubbing his hands.

He straightened up, turned to Qingchen's younger brother, and said enthusiastically:

"Come on, little brother, get the wooden basin quickly.

Today, I guarantee that the porridge and rice served to you will be thick and thick.

The grains are plump, the taste is delicate, and there is definitely less sand and gravel. "

As he spoke, he skillfully picked up a large spoon and scooped up a spoonful of thick rice porridge from the steaming cauldron.

Carefully, pour it into the basin handed over by Qingchen's brother.

The porridge liquid flows smoothly into the basin, exuding an attractive rice aroma.

His movements were quick and meticulous, fearing not to spill a drop.

After filling the tub, he handed it to Qingchen's younger brother with a smile.

The look in his eyes seemed to say: "Try this porridge, you will definitely not be disappointed."

After seeing this, Qingchen felt that this man was quite sensible and nodded with satisfaction.

The wooden basin was almost full, enough for seven or eight strong men to drink from it, and there was much less sand and gravel in the porridge.

Speaking of sand and stones, many people may not understand why the city wants to mix some stones into the porridge, but the victims and refugees know that this is for their own good.

I have to say that the city lord of Jincheng City Lord’s Mansion is also a smart man.

I was worried that the common people and wealthy businessmen in the city would take advantage of the porridge service and come over to receive a portion of porridge and rice.

As long as some sand and gravel are mixed into the porridge, those city dwellers can already have a full stomach.

You won't have to wait in long queues and drink these toothsome porridge and water.

Qingchen took the heavy wooden basin and led his younger brother to the side.

The eyes of the people around him couldn't help but linger on the steaming rice porridge, but they didn't dare to say a word.

The woman behind Qingchen noticed this scene, and a trace of envy flashed in her eyes.

She looked at Qingchen's full wooden basin with envy.

Then she carefully took out two old bowls from the basket.

With some expectation, I handed it to the porridge helper.

However, the gang just scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it into the bowl casually.

The amount of porridge and rice obviously didn't even cover half a bowl, let alone fill a bowl.

The woman hesitated, expecting the helper to give her another empty bowl and put some in it.

But when Bang Xian saw that the woman had no intention of leaving, his face suddenly darkened and he scolded impatiently:

"The porridge has been served, one bowl per person, what else do you want?

By staying here and not leaving, you have delayed your errand of giving soup. Can you afford this sin? "

The woman was frightened by this sudden scolding.

I almost lost my grip on the bowl in my hand, and almost spilled the porridge and rice.

She didn't dare to say anything more and hurriedly quit the team, holding the bowl of porridge and rice tightly in her hands.

Returning to the dilapidated thatched house, the little girl immediately saw the bowl full of thick porridge in Qingchen's hand.

Her eyes immediately lit up and she ran towards Qingchen with joy.

She held the woman beside her with her little hand and jumped up to Qingchen. The joy on her face was beyond words.

A family of five sat together and had a rare meal.

Qingchen looked at the porridge and rice left in the basin, thinking that there was still enough porridge for two people.

He picked up a ladle and poured the remaining porridge and rice into it.

Qingchen did not eat the scoop of porridge, but took it and walked slowly forward.

"Here, here's it for you!"

Qingchen handed the porridge and rice to the woman who had been harassed by the old man earlier.

Of course, Qingchen just wanted to use her.

For what Qingchen wants to do, someone must find the way in front of him.

"Brother, you are a kind-hearted person. You will definitely become a general and prime minister in the future!"

The woman took the hot porridge, her gratitude overflowed, she thanked him repeatedly, and kept saying sweet words.

"Oh, you don't have to be so polite. My second brother saw your younger brother in the city before, begging on the street. He also urged me to come and give you two bowls of porridge to fill your stomach."

Qingchen pretended to be indifferent and said something.

But there are some things that Qingchen didn't say.

Mundane things don't attract Qingchen much, but he was born in a humble family and has no foundation.

If you want to go to Beimang Mountain to win the treasure, with this little strength now, you are looking for death.

Beijing Mang Mountain never accepts people of unknown origin, Qingchen doesn't want to die in vain.

As for martial arts moves, you have to improve them, and you have to find cannon fodder. The Double Eagle Club is a very good springboard.

When Qingchen asked about his younger brother, the woman's eyes suddenly moistened, and tears couldn't stop flowing down.

In the woman's choking narration, Qingchen gradually understood what happened.

It turned out that the woman's brother saw that the family's food supply was becoming increasingly tight.

The daily porridge and rice were not enough, so he decided to go to the city alone to try his luck.

However, how could it be so easy to find a job in the city?

A child who was only thirteen or fourteen years old seemed so helpless.

No one was willing to hire him to work, so he could only live on the streets and become a beggar.

But the country has its own laws, the industry has its own rules, and beggars also have their own territory to beg for food.

A strange boy dared to grab food on someone else's territory, and his fate was imaginable.

This territory happened to be the Double Eagle Society.

So the woman's brother was dragged to a corner by several members of the Double Eagle Society and beaten up.

They didn't stop until one of his legs was broken.

Beating him like this was not only to establish authority, but also to facilitate begging.

A lame little beggar could earn more than a healthy beggar.

What was even more cruel was that the gang thugs threatened the boy.

In the future, a large part of the money he begged for food on this street must be handed over as "protection fees".

Otherwise, next time, instead of breaking his legs, he will be thrown into the river to feed the fish.

As he was talking, a lame boy suddenly appeared in the distance.

He was limping towards this side, with a bloodstain on his face.