Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

The rice and wheat in the space have matured in less than a month. The grains are full, golden, heavy, and airtight, looking like a wall. The current per-acre yield of rice and wheat is limited by the environment and planting technology, and is generally only two or three hundred kilograms. In places like northern Shaanxi, where the land is barren, it is estimated that even 100 kilograms is not enough. However, the few acres in his space can produce 1200 kilograms per acre, and the flour and rice yields are extremely high, reaching 90%, that is, 1080 kilograms.

At present, the price of rice and flour is only one or two cents per catty. He sells them at the pigeon market for 3 cents per catty without using food coupons. They are very popular and he doesn't even need to shout. When people see that the rice grains are plump and white like pearls and the flour is free of impurities, they open the bag and rush to buy them.

"Hey, big brother, I'll give you ten kilograms of rice!"

"Give me twenty pounds of flour."

"I want thirty kilograms."

"Don't worry, don't worry, everyone come one by one, we have everything, we have everything..."

In just an hour or so, he sold more than 200 catties. He really underestimated the purchasing power of the people in Beijing. But thinking about it afterwards, it was not surprising. Even if the population of Beijing was not tens of millions, it must be seven or eight million (the wind blew and many institutions were paralyzed, and the population was not counted at that time). Let's assume half a catty per person per day, that is still a million catties. The key is that most of this half catty of supplied grain is coarse grains, such as potatoes, cornmeal, sorghum rice, etc. Fine grains like rice and flour are rare and difficult to buy even if you have money. The supply and marketing cooperatives are out of stock, but the market demand is not small. It is impossible to buy through formal channels, so many people come to the pigeon market and the black market to buy.

His quantity of several thousand kilograms was a drop in the bucket compared to the demand of one million kilograms. It was like a stone thrown into the sea, which could not create a ripple. However, in order to avoid being seen, he was still quite cautious. He sold two or three hundred kilograms in a pigeon market, and then moved on to the next one. After a few days of hard work, he earned about 1000 yuan. For others, this was definitely a huge sum of money, but for him who had seen "big money", his monthly salary in the future would at least be over 10,000 yuan, so 1000 yuan was just a drop in the bucket.

Now he was faced with a difficult problem: how to expand sales channels. Rice and wheat could be harvested in about 20 days, and soybeans and rapeseed would soon mature. In addition, there were chickens, duck eggs, pork, etc. The sales items would only increase. He could not do it alone. If he was caught by the speculation office, he would be finished. The key point was that it would waste a lot of his energy. So he thought about it and decided to find a helper.

Then I remembered Brother Long!

Zhu Long is a native of Beijing. His ancestral home is in Beijing. His ancestors were a wealthy family. Before the liberation of Beijing, the Zhu family was engaged in the cloth business and had branches in Shanghai, Tianjin, Guangzhou and other places. They were very wealthy and well-known in Beijing. However, the situation changed later. He had the opportunity to seek refuge in Hong Kong Island, but perhaps he was lucky and didn't want to lose the wealth earned by his ancestors, so he didn't go. The result can be imagined. When he arrived in Zhu Long's place, he lived in a slum, was classified as one of the "five black categories", was under surveillance, and was often criticized. The glory of the Zhu family was long gone.

Zhu Long came back from outside today and entered the slum with a gloomy face. He was in a bad mood. He had been fooled by that brat before. He had been looking for him for a while, but he couldn't find him. However, just yesterday, the brat actually ran to the territory he was guarding to sell things. He didn't take him, Zhu Long, seriously at all. What was most annoying was that he let him run away again this time. It was really hateful.

When he returned to his home, his younger sister was lighting the stove.

"Brother, you're back. There are guests at home. They say you are a friend, and mother is entertaining them."

"Friend, who is it?"

The girl shook her head, "I don't know him!"

Zhu Long was puzzled. Because of his status, he rarely brought friends to his home. He only had a few confidants, and his younger sister must know them. So he walked into the house and saw the young man sitting at the table. His right hand quickly reached for the dagger hidden in his trouser pocket and said in a deep voice:

"Why are you here? You're so brave!"

Mother Zhu said:

"Xiaolong, how do you talk to Xiaozhong? He's been waiting for you for a long time. Xiaozhong is polite and sensible. Look, he came to our house and brought so many things: rice, flour, eggs, fish. He's much better than those of your friends."

Zhu Long looked at the items placed aside and became even more confused. "What on earth do you want to do?"

Zhong Yuemin stood up,

"Brother Long, haven't you been looking for me recently? I've been a little busy these days and haven't had time. I took the time to come over today. Don't be nervous. Auntie, Brother Long and I are going to talk about something outside."

"It's cold outside, let's go next door."

"Row!"

The two of them came to the next room. Zhong Yuemin went in first, and Zhu Long followed closely behind. As soon as he entered, he locked the door and pointed the dagger at the people.

"You bastard, there's a road to heaven but you don't take it, there's no door to hell but you insist on breaking in. I've been looking for you for days, but now you've come to my door, I'm going to make you bleed."

"Okay, put away the dagger and take a break!"

Zhong Yuemin spoke in a relaxed tone, found a stool and sat down, saying:

"If you really want to make me bleed, go ahead. I'll just give a shout and call the neighbors around the compound over. Your whole family will suffer because they are members of the "five black categories." Not to mention your private speculation and profiteering. That's a crime upon crime. It wouldn't be too much to arrest and shoot. Do you understand?"

Zhu Long's hand holding the dagger had veins bulging on the back of his hand. He felt very uncomfortable with the feeling of being coerced. In the past, he was the only one who threatened others.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Looking for you to cooperate!" Zhong Yuemin directly stated his purpose.

"You've been eyeing the goods I have, haven't you? I agree, but as for the profit share, I'll give you 10%."

"You're sending away beggars."

"Don't be ungrateful," Zhong Yuemin snorted coldly.

"This kind of pie-in-the-sky opportunity is something others only dream of. If I didn't think you, Zhu Long, were capable, I wouldn't have come to cooperate with you. I have plenty of goods: rice, flour, chicken, duck, fish, pork, soybeans, rapeseed... I have as much as you want. 10,000 for a quantity of 10,000, and you can only take 1000. Isn't that enough? You wouldn't be able to handle any more. Give me an answer. If not, I'm leaving immediately."

Zhu Long asked, "How do you know my family?"

"Not only do I know your family, I also know the past of your Zhu family..."

Zhong Yuemin said:

"Who are those people under you? Where do they live? How many people are there in their families? And what about the spies you, Zhu Long, planted in the speculation office..."

When Zhu Long heard the last part, his eyes were filled with fear. "You, you... who are you?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am!"

Zhong Yuemin said:

"Just remember, I'm someone you, Zhu Long, absolutely can't afford to offend. Think about it with your ass, why can I get so many scarce supplies and easily grasp the information of each of you? That's all I have to say. Give me an answer, okay?"

"If I don't cooperate, are you going to deal with me?"

"It's not that I look down on you, but dealing with you is a sheer waste of my time," Zhong Yuemin said.

"If you don't want this overwhelming wealth, there are plenty of people who will take it. I'll find someone else."

Zhu Long gritted his teeth and said, "I'll do it!"

"it is good!"

Zhong Yuemin stood up and came over and said:

"Tomorrow night, I'll bring the goods to the Pigeon Market where we first met. You'll come and receive them. Remember, this deal is between you and me. I don't want anyone else to know about my existence, and don't try to be clever with me. There are some people you can't mess with. I can quietly put a kitchen knife next to your pillow while you sleep at night. Do you believe it?"

Zhu Long's eyes twitched, "I... I understand."

"OK!"

Zhong Yuemin said nothing more, opened the door and left the room, and said to the girl who was boiling water outside: "Girl, I'm leaving now. I'll come to see you later."

"Oh, goodbye, Brother Zhong!"

Inside the room, Zhu Long's legs went limp and he collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath. His back was soaked with sweat. He was terrified. Who was this man? He felt completely naked in front of him, as if his entire ancestry had been exposed. He didn't even dare to put up a single resistance.

Zhong Yuemin's horse stance time is getting longer and longer, from the initial ten minutes, half an hour, one hour, to the current two hours. Although he has the blessing of the fairy spring, he can obviously feel that his body's strength is increasing and his lower body is more stable. Every time he finishes the horse stance and sweats, he goes to take a bath in the pool in the space. It doesn't take long, ten minutes later, he is full of energy again. It feels like this thing is a cheating device, continuously providing the body with unlimited functions.

His master was also very surprised and said more than once that he was a martial arts genius. It took others several years to reach a level, but you achieved it in just one month. It was simply incredible.

"Yuemin, continue with the horse stance, but it won't take as long. Half an hour of Qi-nourishing exercises will be enough. Based on your training progress, I think you can move on to the next step, the practical combat exercises. Iron Bull Kung Fu actually has another name, Iron Abdomen Kung Fu. To practice it, first inflate Qi into your abdomen and clasp it with your finger rings. Initially, rub the skin of your abdomen with the force of your palms until it gradually becomes firm. Then, use your fists, repeating several times a day..."

At this point, the skill is already about 70% to 80% complete. When you lie down, press a huge rock on your abdomen, and when you stand up, remove it to practice endurance..."

As soon as Yuan Jun and his companions heard about the actual combat method, their ears pricked up immediately and they ran over to learn. Yuan Jun then said:

"Master Wu, you've been talking for so long, but it sounds to me like a juggler from the past doing a stunt on a skywalk, shattering rocks with his chest."

Wu San nodded.

"Yes and no. In fact, many of the techniques are similar. For example, many of the 72 Shaolin Arts, such as the One Finger Vajra Technique, the Golden Bell Cover, the Golden Dragon Hand, the Mountain Pushing Palm, etc., have similarities with the Iron Bull Kung Fu. Although the moves are different, they all share the same core."

Zheng Tong said, "Yuan Jun, don't look down on the skywalk jugglers. An ordinary person can't do that. He might be a martial arts master."

Wu San continued:

"The Iron Bull Kung Fu is primarily designed to defend against the enemy. As for defeating the enemy, it's a secondary skill. How should I put it? It doesn't advocate the supremacy of attack. When it reaches full power, the vital energy in the body flows, and it becomes a solid wall of steel, invulnerable to swords and spears."

Yuan Jun smacked his lips twice and figured out the taste.

"Master Wu, is this how I understand this? After mastering the Iron Bull Kung Fu, it's like a tortoise shell. No knife or axe can cut it. Others can't do anything to me, but I can't subdue them either. I can only passively take the beating. This... this is too pathetic. I've worked so hard for half a month, and it's all for nothing."

Wu San smiled, picked up two large blue bricks on the ground, stacked them together, and said:

"Xiao Yuan, I heard Yuemin and the others say that when you have a fight, you always like to carry a couple of bricks in your bag, right?"

"Yes, yes," Yuan Jun said excitedly:

"This thing works great. Once it's swung, no one dares to get close. Anyone who gets hit will be left with blood on their head and crying for their parents."

"Really?"

Wu San smiled slightly, turned his right palm into a fist, and punched out fiercely.

"puff!"

The two large blue bricks not only broke, but also broke into tiny pieces, scattered all over the ground. Everyone present, except Wu Yang, was dumbfounded. Wu San threw the two remaining brick halves to the ground, patted the broken pieces on his right hand, and said to Yuan Jun:

"How's it going? Is this Iron Bull Kung Fu okay?"

Yuan Jun opened his mouth wide and took a long time to close it.

"Holy shit, holy shit!" If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. "Pah!"

Give yourself two slaps.

"Master Wu, I just thought what I said was all bullshit. Please teach us how to practice this thing. I don't have high expectations. I just want to be able to break a green brick with one punch. Then I can walk around the city like a fool. It may not be enough, but it's probably not far off."