Chapter 20: Bricklaying Techniques Hundreds of Years Ahead (Third Update)

  Tie Dan stared at Zhao Xiuzai, who usually had a flattering smile on his face, but now looked at him with disdain. A surge of anger suddenly rose up, and he grabbed Zhao's collar, pulling him in front of himself, and fiercely shouted:

  "You good-for-nothing, if it weren't for your brothers giving you a job to do back then, you'd have starved to death by now. You heartless and ruthless thing, and yet you still want to ruin Grandpa's business!!"

  The two sides were quite close, and Tie Dan's saliva had already splashed onto Zhao Xiucan's face. Zhao Xiucan's expression was stern, and despite his slender build compared to the robust man in front of him, there was not a hint of fear on his face as he spoke word by word:

  "Previously, I was blinded by greed and lost my conscience for the sake of small gains. Iron Egg brother, I advise you too: under the bright sky, you guys are doing these thieving things every day, beware of being struck by thunder."

  This was said in a half-literary, half-vernacular tone. The surrounding military dependents' sons couldn't even write their own names, let alone understand Zhao Xiūcái's flowery words. However, the meaning behind the words, Tiědàn understood clearly, as soon as he saw this usually obsequious and spineless scholar.

  Today I followed myself and started lecturing, the fire in my heart grew even bigger, I opened my big hand and slapped him with a loud slap, scolding:

  "You think you're so smart, raised by a bitch like you, and yet you dare to lecture me."

  After finishing speaking, he looked around and shouted with his companions by his side:

  "Still dazed, give me a good beating, beat me to death and be done with it!!"

  Zhao Xiūcái was slapped by Tiě Dàn's palm, causing his mouth to bleed and his cheek to swell. Facing the rain-like punches and kicks, he still stood there, mumbling in a hoarse voice:

  "You scum are going to kill me, but I won't go back to doing that black-hearted business again!"

  Those ruffians around heard this and beat him even more severely.

  Tie Dan cursed in his mouth, empty-handed and couldn't bear it, finally found half a brick after searching around, weighed it in his hand, the weight was not light, ready to give Zhao Xiuzai in the circle a ruthless one, and shouted loudly there:

  "Get out of my way, I'll teach him a lesson."

  The people around scattered, laughing and making way. Tie Dan walked in with a brick in his hand and saw Zhao Xiucan lying on the ground, raising the brick high...

  Tie Dan's hand was raised, and he suddenly felt a pain in his elbow, immediately losing strength. The brick in his hand was snatched away by the person behind him. Before Tie Dan could turn around, he saw the half-brick he had just picked up flying back towards him with a whistling sound.

  With a loud "bang", the brick made intimate contact with Tie Dan's face, surprisingly without shattering. Tie Dan, covered in blood, was already knocked to the ground. At this moment, his ears were ringing like a shop selling gongs and drums, with all sorts of clanging sounds booming and buzzing around him.

  Iron egg was still struggling to get up when the second brick came crashing down and knocked him out cold.

  Jiang Feng looked at the brick in his hand and found that it hadn't shattered, he couldn't help but chuckle a few times, his craftsmanship still hadn't declined.

  Modern young people fighting, slapping bricks is an essential skill, emphasizing hitting people dizzy and bleeding, the brick slab does not break. The Ming Dynasty people are still far from realizing the importance of this kind of thing, do not know the superiority of this readily available, after smashing can be discarded instrument, so far has not reached five hundred years later new youth mastery of the brick slabs.

  This skill of Jiang Feng was extremely proficient in multiple street fights, the Eight Extremities Fist was a move that could take lives.

  Jiang Feng had been watching from a distance, and now he couldn't be sure if Zhao Xiūcái was intentionally setting up a trap to lure him in. But now that it's confirmed, Jiang Feng has always had an idea - a prodigal son can return home, but as an orphan, he never thought of going back in modern times.

  Just as Tie Dan was about to make a ruthless move, Jiang Feng walked over and snatched the brick away, knocking the scoundrel unconscious with two blows.

  "The quality of these bricks is still pretty good."

  Jiang Feng was smiling easily there, stretched out his hand to pull up Zhao Xiucan who was lying on the ground, looking at Jiang Feng coming to rescue himself, Zhao Xiucan was really moved to cry and sob, saying:

  "I don't know what virtues Yang Fan has, but he's actually gotten Master Yan into a precarious situation."

  Jiang Feng held a brick in his hand, without even holding a knife, and looked at the surrounding thugs with frightened faces, laughing loudly and patting Zhao Xiucan's shoulder, saying...

  "Lao Zhao, these useless things, what's so dangerous about them?!"

  Looking at the iron egg lying on the ground with a bloody face, unconscious and unknown whether he was dead or alive, Jiang Feng stood there, talking and laughing as if nothing had happened. The thugs around him didn't seem to have any idea that their side had more than a dozen people, while the other side only had one person. Each of them was intimidated by the majestic aura of this tall and sturdy brocade guard standing in front of them.

  Not even a sneak attacker appeared, and they just stood there for a while, until one of the thugs finally spoke up:

  "Don't you know what the law is? If someone is beaten to death, they will be held accountable."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Feng took a step forward and kicked the thug in the chest, sending him flying out. The thug fell to the ground and rolled away, struggling but unable to get up. Jiang Feng patted his pants and looked at someone next to him who was holding a wooden stick, already scared stiff.

  Jiang Feng smiled at him, his hands suddenly clenched together, the brick in his hand suddenly turned to dust, his expression suddenly turned fierce, and he roared at the people around him:

  "Get out of here!!"

  Seeing such a scene, who dares to continue the siege? Such rascals are originally friends of wine and meat. Seeing that they can't afford to offend someone, and it's still someone more ferocious and unreasonable than themselves, why wouldn't they slip away quickly?

  The onlookers around saw the most despicable rascals in the market scatter, and they all cheered in waves. Zhao Xiuzai looked at this scene and finally knew that he wouldn't have to continue doing those muddled things with a guilty conscience anymore. The pain from being beaten earlier was still on his body.

  But in an instant, it was as if I had changed into a different realm, and tears couldn't help but flow down.

  Tonight is the company dinner, I just updated for the third time now, sorry everyone, please give me more collections and recommendations, I will definitely code more wonderful things.

  Several book friends in the book review area said that I described the characteristics of the bottom layer of society in the Ming Dynasty, and your comments touched me.