The three Alayanzong people came to the street. They did not cross the street to the north, but went all the way to the west. Although they came out a little early, there were already many pedestrians on the street.

Most of them were people in a hurry, eager to get to work, wearing coarse clothes, carrying baskets and carrying burdens. They bought breakfast at street shops and then left in a hurry.

There are also people walking on the street in the morning, carrying birds in cages, or holding dogs and cats. They are leisurely and comfortable. Looking at the gorgeous clothes, they naturally belong to wealthy people.

Under the weeping willows on both sides of the road, there are martial arts practitioners, stretching out their fists and kicking their legs, jumping and shouting constantly, to show their authority.

After walking less than a hundred or two hundred meters, I actually saw a drug store on the south side of the street. Perhaps because it was still early, the drug store was closed and not yet open for business.

After walking a little further west, we saw a breakfast shop on the street in front of us. There were customers sitting at the table eating and drinking, and we could smell the aroma of tofu curd from a distance.

Wula Zhitao sniffed and said, "Oh, I haven't smelled this smell for a long time!"

Ala Yanzong smiled and said: "It's not just that I haven't smelled it before, it must be that I haven't eaten it for a long time, right?"

Wula Zhitao pouted, "You still have the nerve to say that, but I'll just suffer the consequences for you."

Ala Yanzong quickly explained: "Isn't it just to save money? So that we can help the victims."

Wula Zhitao nodded, "Yes! You are right! It is your character to draw a sword to help, and it is your duty to help people in distress. You basically don't care about the beauty."

While they were talking, the three of them had arrived in front of the breakfast shop, and the waiter Anla intervened from behind: "I'm going to treat Miss Tao to some tofu porridge today."

Wula Zhitao and Ala Yanzong looked back at the waiter Anla. He was already sitting at the table and shouted: "Boss, please give me three bowls of tofu!"

Ala Yanzong stopped him and said, "Didn't we eat sesame seed cakes in the morning? Aren't you full?"

Allah's waiter retorted: "Young hero, miracle doctor! Apart from the beef last night, when have you ever been full?"

Ala Yanzong thought the same thing. For so long, every meal was basically a makeshift meal. It was just a few full meals at Andy Xing'er's house.

But he didn't want the waiter Allah to spend money, so he said: "It's better to save as much as you can."

Allah's waiter patted his chest and said, "Young brother is rich. I've only asked you to spend money during this period, but I've never spent a single copper coin. Today I'll be extravagant and treat Miss Tao to a bowl of tofu."

Brain, doesn’t it count as Kuangwai?”

Seeing that he was so sincere, Wula Zhitao sat on the stool and knocked on the table, "Brother Yanzong, sit down. Brother Yanzong is kind-hearted. You can also have a taste of this tofu cake with me."

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At this time, the boss brought three bowls of tofu and put them on the table. The waiter took out the copper coins and paid the money. He raised his eyes and looked at Ala Yanzong and said: "We have paid the money. It would be a waste if you don't eat it."

.How does it taste, peach girl?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head, picked up the spoon, and started eating.

Seeing that he was enjoying the meal, the Ulazhi peach also took a spoonful and tasted it carefully. The taste was smooth. He nodded repeatedly, "This is a delicious food that I haven't seen for a long time!" He glanced at Ala Yanzong and then lowered his head again.

He ate it happily and was no longer reserved.

Seeing this, Ala Yanzong shook his head, and had no choice but to sit down and drink the tofu curd. This ordinary meal felt unusually sweet when he drank it today, because it had really been with his stomach for a long time.

Although they had eaten sesame seed cakes in the morning, drinking a bowl of tofu curd was as natural as drinking a bowl of water to the three of them.

After the three of them finished eating, they wiped their mouths and left the table, continuing to walk west along the street. Wula Zhitao also praised it repeatedly, "Little brother, this tofu puff really tastes good, thank you."

Waiter Anla laughed again and again, "Sister Zhitao, if you want to eat, I will treat you to eat every day."

Wula Zhitao chuckled, "I'll get tired of eating it every day."

Ala Yanzong didn't pay attention to what they said, nor did he make any comments about the bowl of tofu. He focused on the doors on the street and found two or three drug stores, which were still closed.

After walking along the street for four or five miles, we have already seen three or four drug stores. As the shopkeeper said, there are quite a lot of people practicing medicine.

Ala Yanzong is both happy and worried. He is happy that with so many pharmacies, he can always find one that can cooperate with the free clinic. What he is worried about is that with more pharmacies, there will be fewer sources of disease, and he may not be able to make much money. Let’s give it a try first.

When we came to the west end of the city, we saw a square with a platform in the middle. The platform was about 30 meters square and was padded with loess. It was surrounded by green brick walls and had steps on all sides.

There were people practicing martial arts on the stage, either in pairs or alone, like people doing morning exercises. Many people gathered around the stage, stopping to watch the martial arts performance, and some were even gesticulating with their fists and kicks under the stage.

At this moment, the sound of horse hoofbeats was heard from far and near. Three young men came quickly on tall horses, shouting as they ran: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't block the way of the young master!"

Wherever the horse passed, everyone ducked and stepped out of the way. The horse passed through at high speed and soon came to the earth platform. The three people jumped off the horse and threw the reins casually. Someone had already picked up the horse and took the horse aside.

The three people climbed up the stairs to the platform. The person who was practicing martial arts suddenly stopped and stepped aside to clear the ground for the three people.

Wula Zhitao pointed at the horses and said, "Aren't those our three horses?"

Waiter Anla was also very surprised and echoed: "Yes! It's our horse. It turned out to be stolen by them."

In fact, Alayanzong had already noticed a red-maned horse, a big green horse, and a white horse. After riding for some time, he was already very familiar with them and recognized them naturally.

Not only did he recognize the horse, but even the three people on stage, Ala Yanzong, also recognized that they were the three gangsters who were bullied and beaten by him yesterday. Even the man holding the horse under the stage

The three people are also among them.

Ala Yanzong did not appear as surprised as Wula Zhitao and Anla Xiaoer, and said: "I also saw it, it is our horse."

Waiter Anla looked anxious, "Go and ask them to come back!" After that, he started to walk in the direction of the horses.

Ala Yanzong grabbed his shoulder and said: "Since we saw the horse, it naturally can't run away and will definitely come back. We are not in a hurry. Let's see what they are going to do first."

Seeing how calm he was, Waiter Allah laughed and said, "Oh, you want to take the opportunity to clean them up and teach them a lesson."

Wula Zhitao reminded from the side: "It's best not to cause trouble. We are new here, so it's better to keep a low profile."

Ala Yanzong nodded, without saying anything, and raised his eyes to see how the three people on the stage were performing.

Allah's waiter muttered something, as if answering Ula Zhitao, "Low-key, can Low-key come back to Malaysia?"

I saw the young man at the head of the stage cupping his fists, bowing to the audience, and said: "Dear fellow villagers and friends, in accordance with the glorious tradition of Qiao Luxi Bird City, we will continue to compete here. The old rules

, if any hero defeats any of us, half the bag of rice will be yours!"

After saying that, with a wave of his hand, someone had already brought half a bag of rice and placed it on the stage. The audience immediately started talking, and the buzzing sound was endless.

The young man continued: "Of course, if you can't beat us, just kowtow and admit defeat."

Someone in the audience asked loudly: "If you are not fighting for wealth, what are you trying to do?"

The young man laughed and said, "Presumably this brother is not a local. The locals are very clear about our intentions. To us, property is all external possessions. The main purpose of our competition here is to make friends in the world. There are also

In this way, I love to give alms to the people who like martial arts, but I am afraid that my friends will not accept it in vain, so I distribute the rice in the name of martial arts competition."
Chapter completed!