Old Man Zhao, the legendary healer of Xinghua Village!

"Who says I can't beat them? That day at Wang Caixia's house, I beat those hooligans of monkeys to a pulp. Have you forgotten?" Zhao Dazhu said irritably.

Li Cuicui was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed with delight, "Yes, yes, Uncle Zhao, you're so amazing now, you can definitely drive this wild boar away... I just didn't think straight just now, Uncle Zhao, please don't be angry, please help me!"

"That's more like it!"

As he spoke, Zhao Dazhu rolled up his sleeves and charged toward the wild boar.

The nearly 200-pound wild boar was immediately enraged by Zhao Dazhu, grunting and charging over.

bump!

The man and the pig collided, and the ground seemed to tremble, causing the surrounding trees to shake as well.

Dozens of lush green leaves fell from the tree canopy above, fluttering down like a rain of leaves.

The next second, Zhao Dazhu roared and picked up the wild boar, then threw it over his shoulder with a heavy judo throw!

The wild boar slammed into the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dust. The boar let out a heart-wrenching squeal, just like a pig being slaughtered.

"Oh my god! This, this, this..."

Li Cuicui in the tree was stunned, her cherry-like mouth agape.

"Are you still going to hit me, you beast!"

Zhao Dazhu turned around and let out a sharp shout, and the nearly 200-pound wild boar was clearly frightened.

It struggled and squealed, then stumbled and ran away into the distance, disappearing into the woods in a few breaths.

Once the danger was over, Li Cuicui immediately climbed down from the tree.

And she kept shouting as she climbed down:

"Uncle Zhao, how could you be so strong? That wild boar was huge and fat, it must have weighed at least 200 pounds, right? Even if it didn't weigh 200 pounds, it must have weighed at least 180 pounds. How could you manage to throw it over your shoulder?"

"You...you...how did you do that? You're not some kind of Riki-Oh character from the movies, are you?!"

"Silly girl, what are you saying!"

Zhao Dazhu turned to look at Li Cuicui, glared at her, and said, "Let's talk about the king, not the other way around, let's be civilized."

"Hehe, Uncle Zhao, you're really funny."

As she was speaking, Li Cuicui climbed down from the tree.

She jogged up to Zhao Dazhu and curiously looked the fifty-something-year-old man up and down.

Zhao Dazhu's hair was gray, and his face was covered with wrinkles, especially the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, which were so deep they could trap flies.

Moreover, Zhao Dazhu has some age spots on his face and even on his hands.

His clothes were also ordinary and unsophisticated.

This old man is so ordinary from any angle; you could see him anywhere in every village.

But how is he so amazing that he can throw a wild boar weighing nearly 200 pounds over his shoulder?

Li Cuicui really couldn't understand it; she felt like her brain wasn't working properly.

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Dazhu asked.

"Look at you, Uncle Zhao, how did you train? You're so strong! How come I never realized you were so amazing before?"

Li Cuicui couldn't help but say.

"Because I used to be very low-key," Zhao Dazhu said.

"Then why aren't you keeping a low profile anymore?" Li Cuicui asked again.

"Because I suddenly realized that if I'm too low-key, others will look down on me and even bully me. So I want to change my style. I want those bastards to know that I'm not someone to be messed with."

Zhao Dazhu snorted and said.

"Uncle Zhao, the 'dog' you're talking about is the village chief, right?" Li Cuicui kept laughing.

"I didn't say that," Zhao Dazhu shook his head.

"It's definitely him. Everyone in the village knows that Wang Jianguo is at odds with you," Li Cuicui said confidently.

"Stop talking nonsense. I saved your life, you wild girl. Now tell me, how are you going to repay me?" Zhao Dazhu asked.

"I have no money..."

Li Cuicui awkwardly rubbed her hands together.

Looking at Li Cuicui in front of him, Zhao Dazhu couldn't help but let his mind wander.

Although Li Cuicui was very wild and acted like a crazy girl, her father, Li Guangzong, was almost driven crazy by her.

But I have to say, this girl is fucking beautiful.

That perfect oval face, those bright, expressive eyes, those delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, that pretty little nose, those rosy lips... she's definitely a little beauty!

The only downside is that it's too peaceful.

Yes, it's really flat.

Zhao Dazhu glanced at Li Cuicui's small chest twice and thought that her small chest could be used as a washboard.

But as the saying goes, nothing is perfect.

Li Cuicui, this wild girl, is already blessed with such a delicate and beautiful face. If she also has a good figure, what right do other women have to complain?

"Since you don't have any money, then... then give me a leg massage and a shoulder rub. To be honest, fighting that wild boar was quite tiring."

Zhao Dazhu said, and plopped down on the grass.

"Okay, okay, that's easy to do."

Without a second thought, Li Cuicui ran over and squatted down beside Zhao Dazhu to massage his legs.

Enjoying the young girl's service, Zhao Dazhu was extremely happy and even felt quite pleased with himself.

"Uncle Zhao, tell me the truth, did you learn kung fu on your own?" Li Cuicui asked curiously.

"Guess," Zhao Dazhu said with a squinty-eyed smile.

"I guessed that's it. You must know kung fu, otherwise how could you be so good at fighting? Uncle Zhao, I beg you, please teach me, I really want to learn," Li Cuicui pleaded, her little face full of anticipation.

"No, I can't teach you. We're not related, why should I teach you my most secret skills?" Zhao Dazhu shook his head repeatedly.

"We're from the same village after all..." Li Cuicui muttered softly.

"So what if we're from the same village? It's not like I owe you anything just because we're from the same village." Zhao Dazhu frowned unhappily.

"Oh dear, that's not what I meant."

Li Cuicui clung to Zhao Dazhu's arm and swayed back and forth, almost as if she were flirting with him.

"Uncle Zhao, please have mercy and teach me. I'm begging you like this, what more do you want from me?"

"Besides, look at you, you're already over fifty. Who knows, one day you'll close your eyes and kick the bucket, and if you take all your skills with you to your coffin, they'll be lost!"

"Nonsense!"

Li Cuicui's words made Zhao Dazhu glare angrily.

"Silly girl, listen to what you're saying! You wish I were dead, don't you?"

"But I'm stating the truth," Li Cuicui said stubbornly.

"Get lost, go play somewhere else!"

Zhao Dazhu shoved Li Cuicui aside, stood up, and strode away into the distance. He picked up the basket and prepared to go down the mountain.

Li Cuicui, however, relentlessly followed, insisting on learning kung fu from Zhao Dazhu.

Zhao Dazhu, thoroughly annoyed by this brat, finally said, "You really want to learn?"

"Yes! I want to so much!" Li Cuicui nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.