The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Brother Wu, let them in now, aren't they...?"

Seeing the two people entering their property from the main entrance of the archway, the young man covering his face did not dare to say anything else, but he looked a little scared.

"Where are those damn tricks of yours? Didn't you see that there are still a few people following you? They all have guys with them. I'm not going to slap you on the ear and wait until next year to eat the ashes~!"

The unshaven Brother Wu glared fiercely at Sijiuzai, who had caused trouble for him, and threatened to give him a slap in the face. The unlucky boy quickly shrank back, looked at the damaged props in his hands, and looked like he was about to cry. tears.

"me……!"

"What are you doing? The ideas are tough, the tricks are bright~!"

Looking at the two people strutting in, Lao Wu glanced at the sidewalks on both sides of the archway. The four young people on both sides just now had calluses on their fists and were strong and powerful. At first glance, they were from Lianjiazi. He really didn't know if they actually started to move. Can you survive on your own?

If the incisions are not aligned and they are not allowed to pass through the mountain gate, and something goes wrong, the boss can still protect him. The key point is that the incisions are indeed aligned. If something goes wrong, the boss will be the first to take care of him. The skin of the door was peeled off.

"Would you like to send someone to follow you, Brother Wu? I'm afraid there's someone who doesn't have a good eye when we go in?"

Hearing the deep fear in Brother Wu's words, another old man, Sijiu, looked at the two people walking away and stretched his head to remind them.

"Ahua, go ahead. The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and Mr. Dong is in a better mood. Since it's a dragon crossing the river, let's remind them not to cause trouble, bah~!"

After spitting a thick mouthful of phlegm on the ground, Lao Wu looked around and motioned for his people to disperse. He found an iron staircase and hurriedly ran into the alley.

……

"Where the hell did you learn that?"

"How did you know about the incision?"

Lao Ge, who finally got the win back, looked at Li Feng, who had failed to pretend, with a smile on his face, and asked back.

"I, a comrade in the army, used to belong to the Chao Gang on the side of the canal. He talked to me about it, and I even wrote it down~!"

Li Feng would always blame the troops for anything he couldn't explain clearly. We don't know whether Jin Ye wrote "The Deer and the Cauldron", but there were so many people in Li Feng's troops, so how could Lao Ge know which comrade he was.

"The Cao Gang, that's the Qing Gang, which is also closely related to the Hongmen. I said you don't want to take a side road, why don't you go through the mountain gate?"

Lao Ge sneered, but he didn't expect Li Feng to be quite brave after learning a few sentences and walked directly to someone else's mountain gate.

"Hey, you still know so much?"

Li Feng looked at the surroundings with great interest, touched the stubble on his chin, stared at a barber shop owned by a hometown man, and considered whether to go in and shave off his stubble.

"There are no such gangs in my hometown now, but more than ten years ago, if I went to Shanghai, Guangdong, Green Forest in the three provinces, and Bashu to lurk, if I didn't know the slang on the roads, it would be easy to get into trouble~!"

Seeing Li Feng standing in front of the glass window, studying the barber wearing a round hat inside, Lao Ge also stopped and said with a hint of pride, as if to show off.

Nodding thoughtfully, Li Feng thought that there was nothing wrong with what Lao Ge said, and that the organization had considered everything comprehensively. No wonder Yang Zirong dared to go to Weihu Mountain. The training on the code words of emotional hairpins had already been done.

"What are you looking at? If you want a haircut, let's go in. If you want to eat, I see there is a Yangtze Restaurant ahead."

After taking a look at Li Feng's short hair, Lao Ge pointed to the street corner in front. Under the huge signboard, there were quite a few customers coming in and out, which seduce his appetite for missing his hometown.

Li Feng couldn't tell that Comrade Lao Ge was hungry, so he raised his chin in that direction and motioned for him to order food first. Lao Ge looked at Li Feng with a suspicious look on his face. He didn't know what kind of crooked idea he had, but he still did as he was told. .

After glancing at Xu Le, Lao Ge turned around and walked towards the Yangtze Hotel. Xu Le took out a newspaper from somewhere, leaned against the opposite wall, propped one leg on the wall, and studied the newspaper. .

"Bonjour(Hello)!"

Hearing the sound of the wind chimes on the door, the barber, who was bending over and carefully shaving the customer's beard, said hello in Gallic without getting up.

"I can understand my hometown dialect~!"

Li Feng, with his hands in his pockets, sat directly on the sofa chair at the door, looking at the simple furnishings in the barber shop, and suddenly turned to look at a three or four-year-old kid sitting on a wooden horse behind the partition.

The wooden horse is exquisitely made. The little one can hold the handle and rock it slightly back and forth. It also has a baffle on the back to prevent it from falling backwards. Li Feng wants to prepare one for Huihui.

After hearing the dialect spoken in his hometown, the barber realized that the customer was from his hometown. After slowly standing up, he leaned over with a smile on his face and continued to shave the customer.

On the other hand, the shaver slowly opened his eyes after hearing Li Feng's words.

"Thunder Monkey (Hello) Morisang (Mr.)~!"

"Cantonese?"

Recognizing the other party's Cantonese dialect, Li Feng took out a piece of nougat from the space with great interest. He waved it towards the child in a showy way from a few meters away, making him salivate. .

"Yes, we are Hakkas from C state, MG for thirty-six years. Sir, your accent sounds like you are from the north?"

Seeing Li Feng push away the candy and hand it to his child, the barber smiled sheepishly and wiped the razor back and forth on the cowhide.

After calculating in his mind what time the other party mentioned, Li Feng touched his little friend's head, laughed, leaned against the partition wall, and pointed at himself.

"For you, C State, not all of them are from the north. For people from the capital, Lei's Po Tong Fa (Mandarin) must not be Bao Zheng (standard) at all, so that's all I can understand. ~!"

Hearing that Li Feng also used the Cantonese that his cousin from the west was accustomed to speaking, the barber laughed along with him. I just don't know if it affects the man who is shaving. At this time, he looks coldly at Li Feng who is leaning against the wall through the refraction of the mirror.

"Daddy, good times, good times~!"

The little guy riding the wooden horse jumped a few times from the partition, shook the nougat in his hand, and then carefully wrapped it in oil paper.

"It's funny~!"

Wiping his hands on the apron in front of him, the barber smiled awkwardly, took out a hot towel from the basin, wrung it out, and carefully wiped the customer's chin.

"It's delicious, why don't you finish it?"

Li Feng pinched the child's cheek, squatted down, and asked him.

"Give it to Niangji~!"

The little guy had clear saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the nougat and then at the big brother in front of him. Then he laughed and hid the candy behind him. He was probably afraid that if he didn't finish it, the big brother in front of him would take it back.

"Call uncle, you've eaten all the candy, and you've forgotten what your mother taught you~!" The barber, wiping his chin, glared at his son.

"It's okay, I still have them here. They are all specialties brought from my hometown. It's probably hard for my children to eat them here!"

Li Feng once again took out a few White Rabbit toffees and some crispy candies from the capital. The little guy's eyes widened instantly. He stuffed his fingers into his mouth and looked at his father questioningly.

"Then why are you so embarrassed, sir, you are a guest~!"

After glaring at the child and telling him not to take it, the barber waved his hand towards Li Feng.

"It's okay, just take it. It's not good to bring it here before taking it back. I'm relatively new to this place because I just came here recently and I happen to have some questions I want to ask someone~!"

After stuffing the candy into the child's pockets, Li Feng sat down on the sofa chair.

"You asked, sir. By the way, I forgot to ask you your last name. I am the shopkeeper of this store, and my surname is Zeng!"

"Forgive me your last name is Li~!"

Nodding, Li Feng glanced at the scene outside the door, thought about it, and asked his first question.

"How many people from our hometown live in the Iron Tower?"

"Leng Tou Qing, why are you asking these questions? This is not what you should be asking~!" (Hu Jian's words)

Before the barber could say anything, the bearded man grabbed the hot towel from the barber's hand, wiped his chin carelessly, stood up from the barber's chair, and pulled off the scarf around his neck. Bu looked at Li Feng fiercely.

"Click~!"

"Are you talking loudly to me?"

The jet-black M1911 pulled the bolt directly, and yellow-orange bullets were pushed into the barrel in front of the two people. Facing another guest who suddenly burst out, Li Feng directly picked his ears, and the earwax bounced towards him.

"You~!"

The barber panicked for a moment. He didn't know that the man who was giving candy to the child was just fine. He pulled out his gun when he disagreed, picked up the child and squatted in the partition, shrinking into a ball.

As for the other one, he was standing in front of the barber's chair, neither advancing nor retreating. Facing the bright muzzle of the gun, his expression suddenly changed.

"The mountains will not change, the water will turn, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will always flow~!"

Not even daring to say harsh words, this person who looked like Hu Jianren cupped his hands towards Li Feng, snorted coldly, and opened the door to go out.

"Wait a minute, do I let you go?"

Li Feng's gun was always pointed at him, his eyebrows furrowed, and he waved the gun towards the barber's chair.

"Young people, don't bully others too much~!"

Now his face was even more ugly, and his eyes were already bloodshot. It looked like he was really over the top. But looking at him, Li Feng could at best take it as a bluff and didn't even dare to say harsh words. Is he still a gangster? At best , that is, the little boy, although he is a bit older.

"After you get your hair cut, you have to pay~!"

His interest was a bit lacking. Li Feng had no intention of paying for him. He only wanted to shave one head and was not prepared to pay for two people.

"Clang~!"

Wait until people leave.

Holding a piece of French currency in his hand tremblingly, the barber Master Zeng looked at Li Feng with tears in his eyes. He didn't know why he was still a little scared after helping him get back a bowl of powder. Bah, a head of money.

"They are members of the Sanlian Gang. Yes, they don't need to pay~!"

"What kind of Sanlian Gang? Even if he is a member of the Ax Gang, he still has to pay for a haircut?"

With two elbows propped up, the coat he took off naturally fell on the back of the chair, and Li Feng sat down in a hurry. (End of chapter)