Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 796 I see you are unhappy (three shifts)

Yang Ruoqing gave Li Da'er a reserve price, and then handed him the errand to negotiate with the original owner, and she left here first and went to the nearby tile market.

"Qing'er, although I don't know how to make tofu, Uncle Chang Geng, I have heard from your parents that making tofu is very hard."

In Washili, Yang Ruoqing was walking past the vegetable stall, and Chang Geng followed beside her.

"The people in our transportation team have to run around on the road, and you can't make tofu by yourself."

"What should I do if the manpower doesn't work?" the man asked.

Yang Ruoqing picked up two eggplants and was looking at them, she smiled when she heard the words.

"Uncle Chang Geng, I want someone from you," she said.

"Who?"

"Miss Xiaoyu."

"Ah? What do you want her to do?"

"Let Sister Xiaoyu come over and help me make tofu, I'm afraid you and Aunt Guihua will not be able to come here," she said.

Chang Geng smiled: "Don't say it, I can't bear it with your aunt, that's for sure."

"However, that girl Xiaoyu is very happy!" he said.

"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

Chang Geng said: "Going home, Xiaoyu has been babbling to me for a long time, and also wants to join our transport team, but I scolded me."

"She sees that you, a girl, can go over mountains and mountains, and she thinks too."

"But she's not as good as you, Qing'er. You have good legs and good skills. That girl Xiaoyu is a pure girl..."

"Uh……"

Yang Ruoqing supported her forehead.

Uncle, am I not pure?

"Uncle Chang Geng, go back and ask Sister Xiaoyu what she means. If she wants, let her come here to help me manage the tofu shop."

Yang Ruoqing said.

"The shop and place to live have been found, and the environment is not bad."

"Our two girls happen to have a company. When you come back and deliver goods, you can also come to the shop to settle down, and you can see each other several times a month!"

"Tangyazi and Ning eldest brother are both in the barracks outside the town. They will take care of them. You should let Aunt Guihua not worry about it!"

"Okay, I'll tell them when I go back this time!"

……

Behind the barracks is a remote jujube forest.

Few people come to this place.

A figure is in the woods, practicing squatting, punching, and kicking.

Broken a long branch in his hand, imitating the actions of the soldiers on the training ground, stabbing out again and again.

"Hey!"

"what!"

"..."

So repeatedly, tirelessly.

The bright sunlight under the southern sky poured down through the gaps in the jujube trees overhead.

Covering his body, the wheat-colored skin was covered with crystal clear sweat.

His handsome and three-dimensional facial features reveal tenacity and perseverance.

The same action, repeat the practice a hundred times, and strive to be perfect!

It was quiet in the woods, not even the wind.

Sweat made his clothes wet, then dry, and wet again...

As if he was not tired, he practiced over and over again, and everything around him gradually blurred...

A burst of ridicule burst into his ears.

"Haha, I thought who was hiding here to fight cat fists, and after a long time, it turned out to be Luo Fengtang from the kitchen?"

Luo Fengtang withdrew his fists and turned around.

Under a jujube tree not far behind, there was a man at some point.

The man folded his arms across his chest, with a national character face and another scar on his face.

Luo Fengtang recognized at a glance that it was Zhong Zheng, the chief instructor of General Zhu's Flying Tiger Army.

This Zhong Zheng, he had dealt with him twice.

Once, General Zhu led his troops to encircle and suppress Heifeng Village.

The second time was the last time he was dispatched to attack Sazaozhuang.

Domineering and arrogant, Luo Fengtang's evaluation of him.

Over there, Zhong Zheng glanced at the branch that Luo Fengtang was pinching in his hand, and laughed again.

"A cook who also learns to practice?"

"Anyway, you can also get a sword and a spear."

"What are you holding here? Twigs? Or the fire sticks from your house? Shameful, hahaha..."

"What do I take, what does it have to do with you?"

Luo Fengtang said coldly, and then looked back.

Picking up the clothes on the side and planning to leave.

However, Zhong Zheng rushed over with a single stride, blocking Luo Fengtang's way.

"Where are you going?" Zhong Zheng asked.

Luo Fengtang looked at Zhong Zheng coldly: "What are you doing?"

"What? Ha..."

Zhong Zheng grinned, "I haven't finished speaking, you are going to leave? Don't give face? Huh?"

Luo Fengtang frowned, "Don't provoke me!"

Zhong Zheng was stunned, and then laughed even more wildly.

"They've all been banished to the kitchen to cook, and you're still pretending to be arrogant with me? I'll teach you how to be a man today!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Zheng raised his hand and punched Luo Fengtang in the face.

Luo Fengtang turned to one side, avoiding Zhong Zheng's punch.

He jumped aside, his anger picked up.

"Zhong Zheng, don't blame me for being rude if you do this again!"

Luo Fengtang said, fingers clenched into fists.

A fist smashed into the air, and Zhong Zheng's face was full of embarrassment.

"Hey, who's welcome, let's see the real chapter under the fist!"

Zhong Zheng squeezed his fist the size of a sandbag and attacked Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang gritted her teeth, and also clenched her fists to meet her.

The fists of the two people collided, their legs kicked together, and they fought.

Luo Fengtang was born as an hunter and fought for his life under the claws of lions and tigers.

Naturally strong, the fist hit Zhong Zheng, causing Zhong Zheng to bark his teeth and crack his mouth.

As the chief instructor of the Flying Tiger Army, Zhong Zheng taught the drills of the thousands of soldiers under his command.

Although the strength and ruthlessness are not as good as Luo Fengtang's, compared to Luo Fengtang's only instinct, there are no rules and tactics.

Zhong Zheng has the advantage.

Every punch and every leg has been trained strictly.

Moreover, Zhong Zheng himself is a trainer. Before joining the army, by chance, he worshipped a folk expert in kung fu as a teacher.

It was only by the skill of that expert that he became the head coach of the Flying Tiger Army.

For a while, he just thought that Luo Fengtang could be pushed down with just a few punches.

Unexpectedly, Luo Fengtang is not just a soft persimmon.

Zhong Zheng was completely annoyed, roared, and showed his fists and kicks.

Specifically pick Luo Fengtang's flawed attack.

After a few rounds, Luo Fengtang gradually fell behind.

"Oh!"

Zhong Zheng hit Luo Fengtang's nose with a left hook.

Luo Fengtang took a few steps back, wiped the nosebleed from his face, and his eyes were murderous.

"Hmph, back then, when you were encircling and suppressing bandits and pointing fingers, I would see you as unhappy!"

Zhong Zheng snorted coldly.

"This one falls into my hands. If I don't beat you, I'm half paralyzed. I don't have the surname Zhong. Look at the trick!"

Zhong Zheng raised his fist again and rushed towards Luo Fengtang.

That fist, so powerful, seemed to destroy everything.

With Zhong Zheng's red eyes, Luo Fengtang's heart suddenly tightened.

He knew that his force was not as good as Zhong Zheng's, and if he fought against him again, he would definitely suffer!

Seeing Zhong Zheng's fist hitting his chest, Luo Fengtang rolled on the spot and rolled out.

(End of this chapter)