Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

After reading for a while, most of the day was gone.

Zhang Qingshan inspected the martial arts school for a while, and only left after finding no problems.

As soon as I stepped out of the martial arts school, I saw several people waiting on one side of the school's main entrance.

One of them was someone I had met before; the leader of the Mountain Forest Gang, who had even given me five silver dollars in a mysterious way.

This person's surname is Qin, the same as Zhang Qingshan's mother's, but they are not related by blood. It is unknown whether he is related to Qin Jun, the son of the constable in the outer courtyard.

Upon seeing Zhang Qingshan appear, his expression was complex, before a smile spread across his face.

"Hahaha, I was right as I was. Brother Zhang is indeed a hidden dragon in the abyss, and now he has taken flight. Congratulations! Congratulations on becoming an inner disciple of Qinghe Martial Arts School. I have already prepared a feast, and I hope you will do me the honor of joining me."

Zhang Qingshan looked at the several people behind him carrying a box.

The bottom edge of the box was damp with something, and there was a faint smell of blood.

"Master Qin, what is the meaning of this?"

"Someone, bring him up!"

The box was brought over, and the man told them to open it.

Zhang Qingshan's eyes narrowed as he saw five or six hideous heads inside the box.

"Brother Zhang, I heard that these scoundrels offended your family in Xiaoqing Township, so you don't need to do anything yourself, I've already brought them to you."

He observed Zhang Qingshan's expression for a moment, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"By the way, my master also reminded me of a small matter. He asked me to tell the other senior brothers in your martial arts school that our Mountain Forest Gang has no intention of being enemies with Qinghe Martial Arts School, and that everyone should refrain from testing each other."

Zhang Qingshan's eyes were deep and thoughtful. He nodded, "Agreed!"

He then strode away, ignoring the other person's seemingly surprised expression.

These people are all bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. Their attitude is not important; what matters is having power. If you have power, they will be all smiles and pleasantries. But if you show weakness, they will pounce on you.

They are essentially no different from Zhang Youcai and others whom he has saved.

As for having no intention of being enemies, that's even more absurd. If they were truly sincere, would they need a sect leader and a newly initiated disciple to relay such a message?

"Master, this kid is too arrogant. He really thinks he's something special."

"Hehe, they are indeed a piece of cake now. It seems that I, Qin Gaoyi, was wrong that day. The Black Mountain Bandit must have been killed by this person. This person is quite cunning. He suddenly rose to power without anyone noticing and became arrogant and domineering."

Upon hearing his words, one of his subordinates revealed jealousy in his eyes, "Master, so what if he rises to power? Compared to our numerous and powerful mountain gang, he's nothing."

Qin Gaoyi squinted at the figure, then looked back at the Qinghe Martial Arts School.

"Hehe, what you said makes sense, little brat. The power is in our Mountain Forest Gang. Just look at this guy. He slaughtered the Rong family and got his satisfaction, but the real benefits went to us. In fact, we should thank this kid."

"I heard that the Qinghe Martial Arts School is declining, and most of its strong members have already left. What a load of rubbish! Hmph, just wait and see!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the medicine shop on Yaoshan Mountain outside Qinghe Martial Arts City is quite good. I wonder when that old bastard will die so we can get a share..."

On his way home, Zhang Qingshan saw a vendor selling candied hawthorns and bought one for each of his family members. He also stopped at a restaurant and bought a basket of their specialty wild game buns.

He went and got a pot of good wine and a roast chicken.

After returning home, I enjoyed the delicious food with my family, laughing and chatting, leaving those people behind.

Next came studying martial arts.

The days passed by.

The Zhang family members gradually adapted to city life, and everyone's complexion improved.

With Zhang Qingshan as his "huge backer," no thugs bothered him after he "inadvertently" revealed it while selling tofu.

Old Liu also said that the gang leader was no longer fierce towards him, and Wang Quan became enthusiastic again.

About ten days later, Lao Xu found a small shop and decided to stop running his mobile stall and start a regular business.

The name is Lao Xu's Food Shop.

"Crackling and popping..."

A string of firecrackers exploded in front of Lao Xu's restaurant, filling the air with smoke and creating a lively atmosphere.

A group of old neighbors and familiar faces from the stall gathered in front of the stall.

"Congratulations, Lao Xu! You've finally made it and become a shopkeeper."

"Old Xu, you should set up a few more tables. I think we definitely won't have enough seats later."

"Old Xu, you have to give me a discount." "Wishing you prosperity, and when the time comes, hire two professional chefs and helpers. To use the words of those important people, grow your business big and strong."

Old Xu and his wife smiled so much that their wrinkles smoothed out a bit.

He chuckled.

"Definitely, definitely."

While he was talking with his neighbors, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pushed through the crowd to go out and greet them.

"Brother Zhang, you've arrived! Please come in, please come in. I have to thank you for your idea. Now we not only sell tofu, but also tofu pudding rice. I found some of our regular customers, and they all said it was good. My wife even said she wants to add some other dishes and make a real food stall."

Zhang Qingshan handed over the flower basket and also gave a thick red envelope.

After some hesitation, Lao Xu finally accepted it.

People around also witnessed this scene and showed expressions of envy.

Some people were even more in awe, only daring to watch from the sidelines and not daring to come over and disturb Lao Xu and Zhang Qingshan to talk.

Whispers rippled around them:

"So this is Lao Xu's backer? How come he's so young? Is he really that capable?"

"So what if he's young? He's a direct disciple of a martial arts school, and even gang members have to give him face. Let me tell you, Old Xu's relationship with him is not simple. When this guy was down on his luck, Old Xu gave him a manual of Mighty Fist, which was a real lifesaver."

"Old Xu really got lucky. My family also has a copy of 'Mighty Fist,' and I used to be a county militiaman with him back in the day."

"This person is clearly extraordinary. Some people said that Lao Xu was just bragging, but now someone has come to congratulate him in person."

Hearing these comments, Mr. and Mrs. Xu straightened their backs.

In a corner some distance from the food court, a few low-ranking members of a street gang were loitering around.

Upon seeing Zhang Qingshan, the group exchanged glances and quietly walked away.

I added this little shop to my list of places that I shouldn't mess with.

Seeing this scene out of the corner of his eye, Lao Xu felt even more relaxed and joyful.

Zhang Qingshan didn't care that Lao Xu was using his name; it wasn't like he was going to do anything to oppress the people or bully the market. He was just protecting himself.

Under Lao Xu's arrangement, I ate a piece of freshly cooked hot tofu, topped with a delicious sauce. It was indeed a great dish to eat with rice. If it weren't for those hooligans harassing me, my life would definitely be better and better in the future.

After eating his fill, he left amidst the compliments of his neighbors.

Next, perhaps it will be spurred on by Lao Xu's increasingly better performance.

About ten days later, Lao Liu and Widow Xie finally tied the knot. First, they went back to their hometown to hold a banquet, and then they invited guests to the shed courtyard.

Zhang Qingshan's whole family went to celebrate.

The promised big gift wasn't forgotten; Old Liu received a rickshaw. The handlebars gleamed with a brass sheen, the grips were adorned with worn leather, the frame boasted the finest shock-absorbing springs and genuine leather seats, and the two sturdy wheels exuded the wonderful smell of engine oil.

In particular, there were road signs that allowed vehicles to be driven on the road without being affiliated with a car dealership. All of these cost Zhang Qingshan a total of sixty silver dollars, which also included the influence of Zhang Qingshan's martial arts school's inner disciples. Otherwise, even with money, it might not have been possible to get them done smoothly.

Many rickshaw pullers dream of owning their own rickshaw throughout their lives.

Although it's still hard labor, there's no need to pay for the cart, and they can pull whenever they want or rest when they don't. With Zhang Qingshan as their backer, they don't have to worry about local thugs, which is enough to allow Lao Liu's family to live a comfortable life.

At least in the eyes of ordinary people, this is a symbol of being very capable and having some assets.

Even Zhang's father touched it many times after seeing it, reluctant to let go, his eyes glued to it, wishing it were his own. If Zhang Qingshan hadn't advised him to rest and enjoy life, he would have wanted to snatch it away.

Old Liu looks old, but he's actually middle-aged. Once he recovers, he'll definitely be quick and efficient at his work.

With this, Lao Liu felt at ease. He no longer had to be subservient to people at the docks or be exploited by car dealerships. He felt he had the real confidence to support his family.

It can be considered teaching someone how to fish.

Everyone in the courtyard was doing well, but it was mainly because Lao Liu had brought him into the business, and because he was implicated and faced a life-or-death crisis, that he received the credit from Lao Xu.

After they each made their own arrangements, Zhang Qingshan felt much more at ease.