Chapter 34

Xiao Fei's renewed interest in martial arts was not without reason.

In his previous life, he had neglected physical exercise, resulting in poor health, and ultimately died in his sleep from overwork. In this life, he was determined not to let this tragedy repeat itself.

Moreover, although Xiao Fei was not a person who sought conflict, he deeply understood that whether in the rural areas of his time or the cities of the future, the law of the jungle—where the weak are preyed upon—still prevailed.

Why did Liu Zhenhai's wife dare to be so arrogant at the Xiao family? Wasn't it because her family had more men who were strong and could fight?

If he couldn't protect himself, he was destined to be bullied.

"Brother, I'll go see what's going on," Xiao Fei said to Xiao Yang.

"There's nothing to see. It'll just make you angry. It's better not to look," Xiao Yang replied.

Xiao Fei smiled, said nothing more, and walked out.

Xiao Jianxiong's house was not far from Xiao Fei's, just a few households away. He quickly arrived, where a crowd had already gathered.

At that time, few families in the village had televisions, and there was little entertainment in the evenings. At most, a few good friends would gather to play cards or drink a little wine.

Therefore, whenever something happened in the village, many people would quickly gather to watch.

Xiao Jianxiong's house was also surrounded by a fence, with three small mud-brick rooms inside.

At the entrance to his yard, a man in his thirties, bare-chested and wearing only shorts, was jumping around and shouting at an old bald man with white eyebrows and beard.

"You old bastard, dead monk! You had the nerve to get my mother pregnant and bring me into this world, so you have to take care of me!"

"Amitabha!" The old man bowed his head and softly recited the Buddha's name, standing there with a look of sorrow.

Although Xiao Jianxiong had lived in the village for decades, he still maintained the habits of a monk, reciting the Buddha's name whenever he spoke.

"Give me money! Will you give it or not?! If you don't, I'll set the house on fire, and neither of us will be able to live!"

"Amitabha, Dacheng, stop making a scene. It's embarrassing. Let's go home," Xiao Jianxiong tried to pull Dacheng.

"Don't touch me! If you touch me again, I'll smash your bald head!" Dacheng, holding half a brick in his left hand, waved it at Xiao Jianxiong's head.

"Amitabha, even if you beat me to death, I can't magically produce money for you. Dacheng, you know the money at home is already gone," Xiao Jianxiong said with a bitter smile, his thin left hand pulling Dacheng's right arm.

"I don't care! If you don't have money, go steal or rob! I want to drink and eat meat, and I need money, so you have to get it for me!" Dacheng shouted.

"Amitabha, Dacheng, I won't do anything that breaks the precepts!" Xiao Jianxiong's face was almost dripping with sorrow.

"Bang!"

Dacheng's brick hit Xiao Jianxiong's head with a loud sound, shattering the brick.

Xiao Jianxiong didn't move an inch.

His head must be really hard...

This was the scene Xiao Fei saw from outside the crowd. His anger flared up. Dacheng was not even human, to treat the old man who raised him like this.

The villagers of Xili Village, however, seemed to have become accustomed to this scene. No one stepped forward to mediate, and no one tried to pull them apart. Instead, many were laughing and discussing the situation.

"The old monk's head is really hard. The brick shattered, but his head is fine."

"What a sin! Xiao Jianxiong is getting what he deserves. As a monk, he shouldn't have messed around with women. This is his retribution."

"He does this every few days. Doesn't Dacheng fear the wrath of heaven?"

"Uncle Xiong is so capable, why doesn't he fight back?"

"Alas! The poor old man will be tormented to death by his own son."

It wasn't that the villagers of Xili Village were cold-blooded; it was just that this father-son pair had caused too many disturbances. According to Xiao Fei's knowledge, at the beginning, many villagers still tried to mediate.

Some even got angry and beat Dacheng.

But the unexpected result was that those who beat Dacheng were scolded by Xiao Jianxiong.

Such overprotection was rare.

After that, no one cared about their disturbances anymore.

Xiao Fei squeezed through the crowd and approached Dacheng, forcing a smile and said, "I'll give you 5 yuan if you let go of your father."

"What? You'll give me 5 yuan?" Dacheng couldn't believe his ears.

This man was short, with a sharp face and a monkey-like appearance, and looked nothing like Xiao Jianxiong.

Xiao Fei carefully observed and noticed some resemblance to Liu Zhenhai on his face.

An idea came to his mind.

Dacheng was the result of Liu Zhenhai's misdeeds, but Xiao Jianxiong had been taking the blame all along. This situation needed to end.

"Sure!" Xiao Fei took out 5 yuan and waved it in front of Dacheng.

Dacheng immediately let go of Xiao Jianxiong's arm and reached for the money. Xiao Fei pulled his hand back, and Dacheng grabbed at empty air.

The onlookers buzzed with comments, all saying Xiao Fei was foolish.

Was it right to spend his own money to mediate someone else's affairs? No one's money came from the wind. How could he be so impractical?

"Amitabha, Xiao Fei, don't give him money," Xiao Jianxiong said.

"Dead bald monk, do you want me to cut your head open with a knife?" Dacheng shouted angrily.

Xiao Fei looked at Dacheng and said, "Promise me one thing, and I'll give you the money."

"What? I'll promise anything, even if you ask me to call you father, I'll agree!" Dacheng smiled slyly.

This made Xiao Fei feel a chill. This man had no底线 (底线 means 'bottom line' or 'moral底线').

"Promise not to defy or beat your father. Can you do that?" Xiao Fei asked.

Dacheng laughed, "Sure, I won't defy or beat him anymore. Can I have the money now?" He thought Xiao Fei was really foolish, and the condition was so simple.

If I need money in the future and beat the old bald monk again, will this fool still give me money?

Dacheng rubbed his chin, smiling like a thief who had just stolen a chicken, thinking he had found a new way to make money.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Xiao Fei, don't be foolish. That guy is a dog that can't change its nature. If you give him money, he'll beat his father even more."

Xiao Fei ignored the shouts and handed the 5 yuan to Dacheng.

Dacheng took the money and ran off towards the village convenience store.

As Dacheng left, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Xiao Jianxiong looked at Xiao Fei, shook his head, and sighed, "Amitabha, Xiao Fei, you shouldn't have given him money. He's a bottomless pit; no amount of money will satisfy him."

He walked towards his yard.

Xiao Fei followed.

"Uncle, I want to learn martial arts from you. Can I?" Xiao Fei said as he followed him into the yard.

Xiao Jianxiong stopped and looked at Xiao Fei, "Amitabha, teaching you martial arts is no problem, but I'm afraid you won't be able to persist. Martial arts training is very hard. You have to practice every day, or your skills will become rusty."

Xiao Fei quickly expressed his determination, "No problem, Uncle, I can persist!"

"Amitabha, that's fine. Come to my house at the third watch of the morning tomorrow," Xiao Jianxiong said.

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