Shuangqi Town is named because there are two tall flagpoles standing in the middle of the town. People passing by nearby will know that there are people here when they see these two flagpoles from a distance. The presence of people means there is food, drink and rest.

The place.

How could two strangers with knives and four horses enter the town without attracting attention?

"Brother, is there a restaurant in town?"

The thin old cobbler pointed to an adobe house not far from the two flagpoles.

"Brother!" Brother Hai looked at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhongdao: "Do you remember what I told you?"

Brother Hai nodded and said: "Remember, restaurants are the most crowded places and the easiest place to ask for information! If you want to find someone, this is the right place to go."

As the two rode forward, Wang Zhong said: "Remote towns like this are usually quite exclusive. Nowadays, the world is in chaos. People don't know what we are here for. Even if they know, they may not believe it. Maybe

I thought we were here to seek revenge. If we say something wrong, someone might die, so it’s not easy to tell the truth if we ask directly. We have to see and find out for ourselves."

"The town is so big. If your father-in-law and future wife are really here, they can be found in two days."

"Um!"

Brother Hai is like this most of the time, reticent, but he is not stupid, he just has no experience in the world and has no wealth, so he likes to disguise himself with silence most of the time.

It can't be said to be a disguise, Brother Hao's nature is like this.

"Hey!" Brother Hai got off his horse and pulled the four horses with skillful movements. The horses were not dead objects. They stepped on them with their hooves and kicked up countless dust.

The curtain at the door was opened, and a lame man wearing a sheepskin jacket and with half-long hair limped out, dragging his legs and yelling.

"Excellent horse meat and aged wine! Guest..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the boy leading the horse turning around and galloping in front of him, kneeling down and kowtowing, shouting: "Kowtow to my father-in-law! Kowtow to my father-in-law..."

The lame man was stunned for a moment, staggered back a few steps, and looked at the young man in front of him who was still kowtowing in surprise.

Wang Zhong also got off his horse, led the horse to the lame man, and helped Brother Hai up.

The lame man seemed to recognize Brother Hai and helped the two of them lead the horses to the backyard and led the two of them into the back room.

Entering the door is a square table with four benches around it. Opposite the door and against the wall, there are two solid wood chairs with backrests. There is a table in the middle. There is a spiritual tablet on the table and a stove in front of the spiritual tablet.

There are still incense sticks on it that are about to burn out.

"Dad!" A little girl wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket, a tie on the back of her head, her hair was a little messy, her face was a little dirty, and her skin was slightly dark, walked in quickly.

"Dad, who are they?" The little girl looked at Wang Zhong and Brother Hai doubtfully.

If there are guests, they are all in the main room outside, and if they are staying, they are in the side room at the back. Except for a few good friends who are lame, no outsiders have come in here.

The lame man's face was a little dark, and he didn't know how to explain it.

"Good girl, you go ahead and close the door first. There are guests at home. We won't be doing business today."

The good girl ran to close the door obediently.

The lame man turned around and pointed to the bench in the room, forced a smile and said to Wang Zhong and Brother Hai: "Sit down first, drink some water, and eat something."

Wang Zhong and Brother Hai sat along the table. The old lame man brought out a basin of steaming horse meat. He also took several bowls and placed them in front of Wang Zhong and Brother Hai. He also carried a clay pot filled with water.

.

Wang Zhong and Brother Hai had a meal at the hayloft, but after a fight and coming all the way, they were already hungry, so they immediately grabbed the horse meat and started to feast on it.

The lame man sat opposite Brother Hai. After seeing the two knives that Brother Hai had taken off, he turned sideways and pulled out the cigarette rod inserted in his waist. After talking a few words about the past with Brother Hai's father, he asked: "My child, what are you doing?"

what is it call?"

Brother Hai said: "Brother Hai."

"Why didn't your father come?"

"My father is dead." Brother Hai's eyes were a little dim: "My father asked me to pick up my wife before he died."

When he said this, he raised his eyes and looked at the lame man.

The old cripple didn't know how to answer Brother Hai's question. He sighed and turned to look at Wang Zhong, trying to change the subject: "What are you?"

A smile appeared on Wang Zhong's face: "I came to propose marriage with Brother Hai, just think of me as a matchmaker. Those four horses, twenty kilograms of white flour, that piece of calico, ten kilograms of cotton, and four high-quality

The sheepskin is Brother Hai's betrothal gift. Although Brother Hai's father is gone, you can rest assured that Brother Hai still has a yard at home, five acres of irrigated land, and a lot of money, which is enough for the young couple to live."

The lame man smiled sarcastically, his eyes a little evasive.

Wang Zhong continued: "What Brother Hai means is that now his father is gone and there is no elder around him to give advice. If you are willing, you can live with their young couple in the future. He will treat you as filial to you as his own father."

, I will provide you with care for your retirement from now on."

The old lame man was stunned for a moment, and looked at Brother Boy across from him with some surprise, just in time to see those clear and transparent eyes without any impurities.

"There's no hurry about this. Let's stay here for a few days before we talk!" The old lame man's expression changed, and he was obviously moved. But he looked at his daughter, and then at the somewhat silly Brother Boy, after all, he was still the same.

I feel sorry for my daughter, and I want to see what Brother Hai is like first.

Also shocked was the good girl sitting next to her. Why did two guests suddenly show up and propose marriage and betrothed? Especially the one with dirty pigtails, who actually said that she was her wife?

Looking at the dirty boy, the good girl felt a little disgusted.

Brother Hai was about to say something, but Wang Zhong raised his hand and pressed it down. He shook his head at Brother Hai. Wang Zhong turned his head and smiled and said to the old lame man: "Then we will bother you for a few days. Just in time, you can take a look at Brother Hai.

What kind of young man is he?"

At night, in the guest room in the backyard, two people sat on the big kang after taking a hot bath. Wang Zhong took a piece of cloth and wiped the long horizontal knife with a slender blade and a cold light. Brother Hai pursed his lips.

, some want to speak but stop.

His eyes were full of confusion: "Brother, I don't know how to repay you for helping me so much. How about I teach you the Kung Fu my father taught me. After you master it, you can go back to seek revenge on that bully soon."

"

Wang Zhong put down his sword and looked at Brother Hai with a serious face: "Brother Hai, you saved me originally, and I should repay you, but now I really need to improve my strength. If you are willing, I will

How about I teach you a skill and just use this skill in exchange for your skills?"

"good!"

Brother Hai nodded firmly, then took off his shirt, sat cross-legged sideways, and said to Wang Zhong: "Brother, my skill is to breathe in and out, accumulate internal strength, and stimulate the circulation of qi and blood. During practice, qi and blood circulate

Accelerating will cause the body to heat up and the heat will evaporate, so it is best to be shirtless when practicing..."

He first said some things to pay attention to, and then said: "Brother, let me tell you the formula first..."

······

Early the next morning, beside the chopping board, Wang Zhong taught Haige step by step how to cut bones and shave flesh, explaining in detail as he taught:

"In fact, knife skills themselves are closely related to our lives. There are many ways to cut vegetables, such as slicing, chopping, chopping, slicing, etc., which not only trains your eyesight and speed, but also exercises your coordination and familiarity with the knife. If you can be proficient

By mastering these techniques, your sword skills may be able to reach a higher level."

Watching Wang Zhong cut bones and shave flesh smoothly, Wang Zhong removed four or five bones in just a moment, and then started to let Brother Boy start, while he gave careful instructions beside him, in addition to teaching Brother Boy how to distinguish the texture of meat.

In addition, he also taught Haige how to push the knife hard, which is more labor-saving and faster.

Brother Hai is extremely talented, and he also possesses the best knife skills, but he is not very good at using them. After Wang repeatedly reminded him, his movements gradually became more familiar, and the speed of removing bones and flesh became faster and faster.

The good girl doesn't know martial arts and only thinks that Wang Zhong is a cook and butcher like his father, but the cripple is a man with great kung fu. When he was young, he worked with Hai Ge and his father. His kung fu may not be very high, but his eyesight is good.

But he was still there, and he knew very well how powerful Wang Zhong was with the things he gave to Brother Hai.

It's not just a method of cutting bones and shaving flesh, it's also a superior knife technique.

Then he taught Brother Hai how to control the heat, how to stew meat, took out the spices from the bag, and told Brother Hai how to mix the ingredients and how to better remove the fishy smell and increase the aroma.

He put the blanched horse meat into the pot again, added the seasonings, and told his good girl to watch the stove fire. Wang Zhong picked up the noodles that had woken up next to him. When the meat was almost cooked, he started to show a few people how to make authentic ramen.

craft.

People in Gansu call it Ramen, while people in Xinjiang call it La Tiaozi. The names are different, but the methods are similar, with slight differences in subtleties.

The chopping board was thrown with a loud bang, and as Wang Zhong watched the smooth dough turn into noodles of even thickness in Wang Zhong's hands, the lame man, the good sister, and Brother Hao couldn't bear to move their eyes away.

The formed noodles were thrown into the pot in handfuls, but within a few minutes, they were fished out again, served with thin slices of horse meat cut by Wang Zhong's sharp knife, and poured with a spoonful of stew broth, which was prepared in advance.

of oily spicy seeds, four bowls of red and shiny ramen are ready.

The rich meaty aroma accompanied by the fresh noodle aroma constantly stimulated the mouths and noses of the three people.

"Try how it tastes!" The three of them hurriedly picked up their chopsticks and started eating with big mouthfuls.

"How about it?"

"tasty!"

"too delicious!"

“I have never had such delicious noodles!”

“Horse meat is delicious too!”

"It's much more delicious than my dad's stew!" Haomei is a girl after all, so she doesn't care about her image so much, she keeps praising her while eating.

"Fragrant!" This was the only word that came out of the mouths of the old lame man and Brother Hao, and then they devoured it with big mouthfuls.
To be continued...