Liu Bei: My younger brother is a deity.

Liu Quan glanced at Zhang Fei.

He thought to himself, "So he is Zhang Fei, and most likely Ah Bei's future 'Third Brother'. The two of them are indeed destined to meet, having known each other for so long."

Then he looked at Liu Bei.

"No wonder he's someone who can establish a country and become emperor. I couldn't have said those words, A-Bei. And the way Zhang Fei looked at him just now, even though A-Bei is only eleven years old, he's already showing signs of personal charisma."

Just then, Liu Bei looked over, and Liu Quan suddenly raised his hand and gave him a thumbs up.

Liu Bei chuckled, moved closer to Liu Quan, and whispered, "Brother, I did a good job just now, didn't I? I learned from military strategy that you have to use both kindness and severity."

His voice carried a hint of pride, mixed with a childlike boastfulness, as if saying, "See, I've learned it pretty well, haven't I?"

After saying that, he moved closer to Zhang Fei and said, "Ah Fei, since we're all friends now, why don't you come to my house for a while? Do you like tofu? My mother makes the best tofu!"

Zhang Fei immediately became interested, "Does Auntie know how to make Mapo Tofu?"

Liu Bei laughed heartily, then quietly pointed at Liu Quan and whispered, "To tell you the truth, the tofu that's all the rage in Zhuo County now, and those other tofu dishes, were all invented by my younger brother!"

Zhang Fei looked at Liu Quan in shock.

Liu Bei waved to the other boys, "What are you all standing there for? Come on! There's plenty of tofu today."

The boys cheered and followed in a flurry.

Liu Ergou ran in front, shouting as he went, "Brother Sanpang, I want tofu pudding!"

"Call me Brother Bei!" Liu Bei laughed and scolded. "If you call me Fatty San again, I'll throw you into the Juma River!"

The crowd burst into laughter, which echoed through Lousang Village, startling a few sparrows in the trees.

Liu Quan walked at the very back, following at a leisurely pace.

He looked at Liu Bei's back in front of him.

Abei walked in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by a group of teenagers, chatting and laughing, like a natural leader.

Suddenly, that sentence from the document came to mind again: "Liu Bei, the founding emperor of Shu Han, historically known as Emperor Zhaolie."

He shook his head gently, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

After Zhang the butcher finished negotiating the pig purchase with Liu Yuanqi and drank two bowls of tea, he got up to take his leave.

He searched around the village entrance but couldn't find his son, so he stopped a villager and asked him.

The villager laughed and said, "Your dark-skinned boy? He followed... followed Liu Bei, and he went to the house under the big mulberry tree in the east of the village."

Butcher Zhang thanked them and followed the direction the villagers pointed out.

The alleys in Lousang Village are wide and straight, with blue brick walls and wooden gates on both sides, and occasionally chickens and dogs dart past your feet.

After walking for about half a cup of tea's time, he saw a huge mulberry tree. Next to the tree was a courtyard with its gate open. From inside came muffled thuds and the shouts of a young boy.

Zhang the butcher stood outside the courtyard gate, glanced inside, and couldn't help but stop.

The courtyard was small, paved with blue bricks, with several bundles of firewood piled in the corner. The branches of the big mulberry tree stretched out, shading half of the courtyard.

The sun was setting in the west, and the orange sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

In the courtyard, three teenagers were fighting.

No, to be precise, it was two teenagers teaming up against one teenager.

The two who joined forces were his own son, Zhang Fei, and a spirited young man.

The boy was slightly taller than Zhang Fei, with broad shoulders and a straight back, looking quite robust. He had two large ears hanging down on either side of his body, and a pair of bright, piercing eyes.

Ah Fei and the young man flanked another handsome young man, one on each side, eyeing him menacingly.

The handsome young man was a head shorter and thinner than the other two. His face was unusually fair, with well-defined features and extremely calm eyes.

"superior!"

The spirited young man gave a low shout and was the first to pounce.

His lunge was as fierce as a tiger descending a mountain, his arms outstretched as if he wanted to catch the handsome young man and then throw him to the ground.

This move is called "Tiger Hugs Head," a ruthless move in wrestling. Once you are grabbed by it, it's like being bound by an iron hoop, making it difficult to break free.

At the same time, Zhang Fei charged up from the right.

His fighting style was more direct; he lowered his body, spread his two thick arms, and reached out to grab the handsome young man's legs.

This move is called "Pounce Tiger," which targets the lower body. If he grabs your legs, he will be uprooted and thrown flat on his back.

One attacked the upper body, the other the lower body; their coordination was flawless.

Zhang the butcher saw this and secretly cheered in his heart.

These two boys were probably playing together for the first time, but it was as if they had practiced a thousand times.

The timing, angle, and force were all perfectly controlled.

A natural understanding.

Looking again at the handsome young man, he remained motionless.

He didn't move until those two hands were less than a foot away from him.

This movement was incredibly fast.

He slightly shifted his body, and the "tiger hugging its head" attempt missed its target.

At the same time, he reached out with his right hand, his five fingers like claws, and gently placed them on the back of Zhang Fei's neck, pressing down.

Zhang Fei was charging forward when he was pushed forward and used the force to fall face-first into the mud with a "thud".

When the spirited young man missed his first attack, he immediately changed his move, turning his right palm into a fist and striking at the handsome young man's shoulder.

The handsome young man didn't dodge. He raised his left hand, met the fist with his palm, and gently deflected it, causing the fist to slide past his shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, he flipped his wrist, grabbed the boy's wrist, and pulled him along.

The boy was clearly struggling; he lost his balance and stumbled a couple of steps before managing to stand up without falling.

Zhang Fei got up from the ground, spat out two mouthfuls of mud, and roared defiantly, "Again!"

The spirited young man regained his footing, flicked his wrist, and asked, "Ah Quan, what's the name of this move you're using?"

The handsome young man smiled and said, "This is just taking advantage of an opportunity."

Stealing something while it's there?

Butcher Zhang pondered the name for a moment and felt it was quite fitting.

"Again!"

The handsome young man stood awkwardly, one hand behind his back and the other outstretched, palm facing up with fingers hooked.

Liu Bei's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "Ah Quan's posture is excellent; he exudes an air of great authority. I must remember it."

They thought about it, but their actions were swift.

Liu Bei and Zhang Fei charged forward again.

This time they were more cautious than before, no longer charging in recklessly, but instead moving in opposite directions to support each other.

But Liu Quan's movements were too fast and skillful. He would dodge to the left and right, and every now and then he would pull with his hand or trip with his foot, and someone would fall to the ground.

Liu Bei and Zhang Fei were thrown around again and again.

Liu Bei was already used to it, and coupled with his own tenacious character, he showed no signs of discouragement.

Zhang Fei may seem impulsive and reckless, but he actually has a resilient side, and he gets more and more energetic with each fall.

Zhang the butcher stood outside the courtyard, watching intently.

He's no ordinary butcher.

The Zhang family was a powerful local family, and Zhang the Butcher was also fond of wielding knives and sticks in his youth, and had also practiced martial arts.

Back then, relying on his martial arts skills, he roamed freely in the surrounding villages of Zhuo County, and was a well-known local ruffian and leader of a gang of scoundrels.

Later, as he got older, he calmed down and honestly started making a living by slaughtering pigs and selling meat.

My skills have become rusty, but my eyesight remains sharp.

He could see clearly that the handsome young man's every move, though seemingly casual, was actually extremely exquisite.

There's a reason behind every punch and kick.

He wondered if he were to step in, given his current physique, could he withstand three moves from this young man?

I'm afraid that will be difficult.

That kid is so fast!