After leaving the Zhou family, Fu Dachun looked at the silver bulging in Xiang Yang's arms, and a hint of envy appeared in his eyes, but he was more angry at Zhou Fugui that he could not speak.

"When I said before, who could go up the mountain to redeem his daughter, I would recruit that person as my son-in-law and also give him three large tea houses of Zhou's family as dowry. Now, it's better, so much shrinkage. If it weren't for Brother Xiaoyang, you wouldn't, I would have to argue with him."

Xiang Yang held the Yanling Knife in his hand, looked at the sky that was already dark and dark. He took Fu Dachun to a nearby restaurant for dinner and ordered a table of dishes, including meat and vegetables. Although it was not as good as the luncheon at Zhou's house last year, it was also very good.

On the red square table, braised beef, stewed duck feet, steamed chicken wings, and stir-fried beef brisket. This is meaty, and there are three vegetarian dishes, green food, and fried with oil, with a refreshing aroma, not to mention the fruit wine of this restaurant, which is sweet and spicy, and has a fruity aroma. It is not necessarily possible to fill two pots.

Bang, Xiang Yang and Fu Dachun touched the wine glass. After drinking the fruit wine, they each picked up the dishes and stuffed them into their mouths. The braised beef was salty and salty with the aroma of meat. With the aftertaste of the fruit wine in their mouths, they were really happy like a god.

"Brother Xiaoyang, I want me to tell you that I really shouldn't have made this happen today.

If Zhou Fugui is a trustworthy person, we will fight for the sake of glory and wealth, but in the end we will give a thousand taels of taels. It is really not worth it. You are the only seed of the old Xiang family, and you are counting on you to inherit the incense."

According to Fu Dachun's idea, if Zhou Fugui keeps his promise, he should recruit Xiang Yang as his son-in-law after Miss Zhou's safe return, and give him three large tea houses as dowry. In this way, Xiang Yang doesn't have to worry about the rest of his life, just eat and wait for death, and it's not impossible to fight. After all, wealth and honor are touching.

But now, at the risk of losing your head and making only such a little money back is not enough for those three tea shops to make a year's investment, which is a bit worthless in Fu Dachun's opinion.

Xiang Yang saw Fu Dachun’s fruit wine, his face turned rosy and his eyes were a little blurred. He shook his head and dried the clear green wine in his hand, and said calmly,

"Do you know what a good match is? Do you know what a difference is?

The Zhou family is a wealthy family. There are famous tea merchants in Anyuan and even several nearby counties. The family’s capital is more than 100,000 yuan. What about me?

A poor and poor family farmed by his ancestors, who relied on his father's elegance to be a constable in the county government and had a job of official meals. This is the gap. Do you think Zhou Fugui can marry his daughter to me?"

When talking, Xiang Yang's phoenix eyes were as calm as a lake. Fu Dachun felt inexplicably. He belittled himself so miserably, why didn't Xiang Yang feel uncomfortable?

"Hmph, a great family, let me see how his daughter can get married in the future. A man who was captured by a bandit and went up the mountain has been ruined.

Speaking of which, I feel a little lucky. If Zhou Fugui really wants you to be a son-in-law, even though you have wealth, you have no dignity. In the future, I am afraid that you will not be able to raise your head in the county town. It will become a laughing stock for others to discuss and slander the wisdom left by Uncle Xiang.

Besides, I think Brother Xiaoyang, you are very capable. One day after entering the God-Slaying Sect, the Zhou family will be so unbearable.”

Xiang Yang smiled and nodded, "This is the reason. A real man has the ability and can only gain wealth with both hands. You and my brother should have this spirit. Don't treat it as a lustful and despicable person."

Xiang Yang's words made Fu Dachun excited and responded repeatedly, and he talked nonsense again. From the Zhou family to his Fu family tavern, from the Fu family tavern to the county government, Xiang Yang learned a lot of news.

During the period when Xiang Yang was in charge of Xiang Daniu's funeral, the county town was not very peaceful. This family was dead, the daughter was abducted and trafficked, and there were also young men who forced to have sex with good women while other men went out. One by one, there were really many.

"But Brother Xiaoyang, don't worry. Captain Wang said that the county government is not too busy yet, everyone can handle it. This month you should take a good rest at home and make up your mood. You can report to the county government on the first day of next month."

It is mid-June now, and there are more than ten days left before the end of the month, which is a long holiday. However, Xiang Yang is not thinking about where to have fun, but thinking about how to kill Hu Qiang during this period and find out the real murderer who murdered Xiang Daniu.

"By the way, is there any news about the Giant Bear Gang during this period? This is the largest gang in our county. It's time for so long that it's time to commit many cases."

Xiang Yang seemed to say unintentionally. Fu Dachun heard the Giant Bear Gang and looked at the guests next to the table. He saw that no one paid attention to them, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shh, Brother Xiaoyang, you don't know. The Giant Bear Gang has been very arrogant recently. He repeatedly swept the Qinglang Gang and the Xiaodao Club, and there is a tendency to unify the Anyuan underworld. I heard that they are so arrogant, and they are going to introduce a strong man from other places to take charge, but they are still in other places."

Strongman? Xiang Yang immediately contacted Hu Qiang to go down the mountain to recover from the Giant Bear Gang's territory, which probably refers to him. Of course, it is not ruled out that strongmen from other counties were indeed recruited by the Giant Bear Gang.

"In this way, Dachun, you are well-informed. If there is any movement in the Giant Bear Gang in the future, you will come and tell me."

Xiang Yang didn't care about revealing his thoughts and said solemnly.

Fu Dachun's movement of picking up food slowed down. He looked up at Xiang Yang, a little confused, but he nodded and agreed. This was just a trivial matter. Their Fu family tavern was a hodgepodge. Every day, many people from the Giant Bear Gang went to drink, but were they afraid that there would be no news?

The two of them had eaten this meal for half an hour, and their stomachs were stuffed, especially Fu Dachun, who drank a few more cups and had difficulty walking, so they had to let Xiang Yang support him.

After paying the bill, Xiang Yang sent Fu Dachun home. When he arrived at his own courtyard, it was already late at night, and there were only a few roosters and dogs barking from his neighbors.

He hid the silver in a small cellar dug on the ground in his hut. Looking at the small cellar covered with silver, Xiang Yang showed a hint of joy on his face. He was poor in literature and wealthy in martial arts. He didn't have to worry about the medicine soup needed for practicing iron crotch skills. Next, he had to practice the martial arts carefully and sharpen his sword skills, and wait until the day Hu Qiang went down the mountain.

Covering the lid and laying the weeds, Xiang Yang went back to the kitchen to find the medicine soup he made last night, poured a large bowl and heated it slowly over low heat. He took advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do and pulled out the Yanling knife to practice the knife in the yard.

I don’t know if it was because of the fact that Xiang Yang used to kill someone in the daytime, but he had more fierce and murderous intentions than before. His moves were the same, but it felt like he was three points better than the previous day.

It was like a poking knife. It used to be poking in the air, with strength and no momentum. It was considered a martial art, not a murderous skill, but now it was like a living person standing in front of him, who was stabbed into the vital point by himself, and he had more ruthlessness. This was the change within a day.

Xiang Yang was happy and was still intoxicated by practicing the knife. However, the smell of the heated medicine soup was spread, making him withdraw the knife with unfulfilled desire.

"Before there is no internal strength, the iron crotch skill is my foundation and needs to be practiced day and night."
Chapter completed!