Loan Wusheng

Chapter 4: Fist power is the ladder to power!
The next morning, the sky was bright.

In the dilapidated house, Zheng Jun wiped his face with cold water to keep himself awake.

Although we drank and ate meat last night, how long did it take to eat? After eating, we had a great time. Since there was no other entertainment, Zheng Jun could only break off a fire stick, practiced his sword skills for a while, and then fell asleep.

[Current repayment progress: 30/5000. ]

After returning to the house last night, I practiced using a fire poker to wield the sword three times, but I didn't expect that my progress only increased by 15.

It seems that if you don't use a knife and only use a fire stick to practice, there will be a significant deviation from the final result.

Zheng Jun shook his head, washed his face, and went back to the house.

His muscles were a little sore, probably because he had practiced swordsmanship for a long time last night. However, Zheng Jun didn't take the slight soreness seriously. Instead, he put on his police officer's uniform in the house, swaggered out of the door, and walked towards the county government office.

When we were drinking last night, my brother-in-law mentioned that Zheng Jun was injured, so the Dianshi granted him five days of rest.

However, Zheng Jun did not plan to rest at home. Although he had injured the back of his head, after applying medicine and practicing knife skills, the injury had improved a lot. For Zheng Jun, he could now move around without any hindrance.

There was little food at home, so Zheng Jun went out, planning to have a quick bite and then think about how to practice martial arts.

"Cooking cakes, cooking cakes~!"

"Pears, big, white pears! Don't miss them if you pass by!"

"..."

It was just dawn, but the streets were already crowded with people.

Zheng Jun felt his pocket, took out two copper coins, and bought a pancake under the horrified gaze of the short, dark man who was selling pancakes on a shoulder pole along the street, and ate it as he walked.

The taste is not very good, it is sandy and has no filling.

Like whole grain steamed buns.

In other words, it is coarse grain steamed buns.

While eating the pancakes, Zheng Jun began to think about a way out.

It is said that the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts, but in fact, these two things have nothing to do with the poor.

The so-called "poor literature" also needs the support of landlords to buy books and find a teacher, and learning martial arts is even more amazing.

If I really want to follow the path of martial arts, I must not skimp on food every day. Even if I am a rare martial arts genius, it is difficult to gain strength by eating rice cakes, vegetable porridge and the like all day long.

Those who eat meat are brave and fierce, those who eat grains are wise and clever, those who eat air are divine and long-lived, and those who do not eat are immortal and divine.

If you want to strengthen your body, eating millet every day is not enough. It will not build up your strength at all. Even if you are a thousand-mile horse, if you are not full and lack strength, your talents and beauty will not be visible. How can you expect it to run a thousand miles?
"The monthly salary is only two coins. It's barely enough to support myself, let alone eat meat every day... No wonder those police officers are so greedy and try to extort money from me."

Zheng Jun thought to himself: With this little money, I really can't afford the tuition to learn boxing from a master.

Among the police officers, most of them have only learned some basic skills.

It is true that constables are of low status, but if they can enter the martial arts and reach the stage of "accumulating energy and opening the meridians", according to the "Martial Law of the Great Zhou Dynasty", they can get rid of their low status, be promoted to the Zhenfu Division, and become the Tiqi of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and no longer be bound by the constraints of low status!
Heishan County does have a Zhenfu Division, but the number of people in the division is very small, only more than ten people.

The Zhenfusi Yamen is independent of the county Yamen and is directly under the royal family. It will only be mobilized when demons are rampant or the royal family issues an imperial decree. Currently, the county magistrate has no power to mobilize it!
Therefore, many constables, police officers and militiamen in the third squad paid money to learn martial arts in various martial arts schools. Not to mention "accumulating energy", even if it is "refining blood", they can use their connections to become a well-known figure in this area, so that they will not be beaten to death by suspects when they are out to arrest people.

"It seems that if you want to make a name for yourself, you should hone your body and become a 'Blood Refining Warrior' as soon as possible. This is the right way!"

Zheng Jun gnawed on a pancake and clenched his fists: "It seems that only when my fists are strong can I harden my back!"

He had quite a bit of savings, with a huge sum of money of two taels and five cents on him.

In addition, there are dozens of coins, which are not worth a penny of silver.

After filling his stomach, Zheng Jun immediately rushed to the Xu family martial arts gym, but the county town was too big, so Zheng Jun walked around the city three or four times before he found a bungalow. Outside the gray and white courtyard wall of the bungalow, Zheng Jun could hear the sound of "shouting" from a distance.

When I looked up, I saw the words "Iron Sand Xu Family" written in calligraphy.

Seeing that he had found the real owner, Zheng Jun immediately felt relieved and went forward to knock: "Dong, Dong, Dong."

After a while, the door was opened and a cold and ruthless face poked out from the crack of the door.

He took a look at Zheng Jun, and seeing that he was wearing a policeman's robe, the flesh on his face twitched for a moment, and then he asked as expected: "Are you here to practice boxing?"

"Ah."

"Did you bring any money?"

"I brought it...how much do you charge?"

"Five taels a month. You police officers can only come at night. You can get a vegetarian meal of millet every night. You have to pay extra for meat."

"..."

After hearing the charging standards, Zheng Jun casually said "I didn't bring enough" and turned and left.

Seeing Zheng Jun leaving, the man with a face full of flesh was not surprised and closed the door with a "whoosh". Zheng Jun could vaguely hear some words like "Another whimsical poor constable".

"I can borrow the fruit of the future from the Dao Martial Arts Book to advance my Dacheng martial arts. After I pay off my debt with Pi Gua Dao, it will only take me a month to learn the martial arts of the Xu Family Martial Arts School, and I won't have to come here again..."

Zheng Jun was thinking in his heart, and at the same time, he felt that this martial arts book was extremely domineering, and it was the best choice to learn martial arts!

Get on the bus first, pay later.

Ordinary warriors need guidance from famous teachers and long-term learning, only then can they accumulate water to form an abyss.

And after borrowing money, I became a master directly. I just needed to practice on my own and didn't need any famous teacher to teach me.

In this case, which martial arts school can withstand my torture?
With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun immediately went to two other martial arts schools and asked about the prices in the same way.

There is a restaurant called "Ma Jia Quan" which costs two taels of rice per month.

There is also a "hard qigong" that costs eight taels a month.

Zheng Jun shook his head, then went to the market and bought three taels of pork and some pig offal, spending seventy or eighty coins. He then wrapped them in straw paper and took them home.

As soon as Zheng Jun got home and put all the meat in place, he heard a burst of bold and casual footsteps coming from outside the door.

"Junzi, open the door!"

Zheng Jun recognized the voice of his brother-in-law Zhou Pu and immediately went to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Zheng Jun saw Zhou Pu walking in with a knife in his arms.

Zhou Pu entered the room and closed the door. He did not hide anything but flicked his wrist, and with a clang the knife came out of the sheath.

Immediately, a flashing knife appeared in front of Zheng Jun.

The style of this knife is not much different from the one my brother-in-law Zhou Pu has, but it is newer. It appears to be a standard knife of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The whole knife is well maintained. The only problem is... the blade is incomplete, the tip is broken, and about one-third of the entire blade is missing.

It's a broken knife.

"This broken sword was picked up from the Black Mountain by the government a few days ago. That damned old Zhu asked for two taels and six cents of silver! Damn it, two taels and six cents. If it weren't for the fact that this sword was made by imperial order, without any iron mixed in, and is several times better than the ones sold in ordinary blacksmith shops, I would have scraped together some more money and bought you a new one!"

Brother-in-law Zhou Pu complained and cursed this "Old Zhu" whom Zheng Jun didn't know for a while, then suddenly thought of something and took out four coins of silver from his pocket: "Except the two taels and six coins of bribe money, there are still four coins of silver left for the medicine!"

(End of this chapter)