Early the next morning, when the disciples came to the practice ground, they found that the fifth senior brother had been standing here early.
He led the disciples to run back and met a mule cart parked at the entrance of the Jingwu Association.
A slaughtered cow was dripping with blood.
The gatekeeper was negotiating with the driver: "You must have sent it to the wrong place.
Our Jingwu Association did not buy beef."
"It's clearly No. 73 Pekel Road, that's right."
The coachman said with the note.
He turned around and saw Chen Zikun approaching, and immediately said happily: "This is the leg of beef that this gentleman bought.
Could you please pay the balance?"
" Chen Zikun glanced at it, generously took out the banknotes to pay the money, and asked the disciples to carry the cattle into the kitchen.
The cook of the Jingwu Association was an old woman, who only knew how to stir-fry chicken feathers, side dishes, and stew rice.
He had never seen such a battle before.
He was dumbfounded and said: "Allah will not come to spread the word."
Chen Zikun said: "It doesn't matter, I will do it."
After practicing boxing, Chen Zikun came to the kitchen to help.
He chopped the whole cow into large pieces with an axe, then built a stone platform in the backyard and piled firewood under it.
He went back to his room and removed the iron window lattice in his room.
When he was doing this, the disciples were watching curiously.
Chen Zikun lit the firewood and cut the beef into large and thin slices with a short knife.
The blood-soaked beef quickly changed color under the flames, and a smell of meat wafted out.
"What are you doing here?
You go to the kitchen to get some salt, and you come and fan yourself, while Xiaoyan goes and invites everyone to come and have dinner."
Chen Zikun directed Ruoding, and everyone was moved around by his instructions, but they were extremely happy.
Because I can finally eat meat that I haven’t seen for a long time.
This lunch was unique.
There were no green vegetables, tofu, or rice and steamed buns.
Instead, it was an all-beef feast.
Everyone watched helplessly as the fifth uncle stuffed the blood-stained beef back into his mouth and enjoyed the meal. , all of them were stunned.
Chen Zikun grabbed the meat with his hands and dipped it in salt.
It was a satisfying meal.
He educated everyone and said, "Do you know why we buy beef for everyone?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Chen Zikun said: "You can tell at a glance that you haven't read much.
Do you know about Water Margin?"
One student raised his hand high and said, "I have seen it.
I watched Water Margin when I was twelve years old."
Chen Zikun scolded: "If you don't read Three Kingdoms when you are old, and Water Margin when you are young, you won't learn it well since you were a child."
The student scratched his head in grievance and muttered, "Didn't you ask?"
Chen Zikun said: "In Water Margin, there are thirty-six heavenly gangs and seventy-two earth evil spirits.
There are a total of one hundred and eight heroes.
They perform chivalry and justice, do justice for heaven, eat meat in big chunks and drink wine in big bowls.
They are extremely happy, but there is one thing.
They all eat beef, but have you ever heard that Wu Song or Lu Zhishen came to the tavern and asked for two pounds of pork?"
Everyone laughed.
Although most people have never read Water Margin, they have still heard the story of three bowls of food but no job.
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The Liangshan heroes really had to cut up several kilograms of cooked beef and eat it wherever they went.
A jar of good wine makes you free and bold, but if you really have two pig trotters chewing on it, the taste of the hero will be gone.
Chen Zikun continued: "Heroes and good men all eat beef.
This is one, and there is another.
Do you want to hear it?"
Everyone's mouths were full of oil after eating, and they nodded hurriedly: "I want to" Chen Zikun smacked his lips: "My mouth is a bit dry."
A student said: "Uncle Fifth Master, I'm going to buy you a bottle of soda."
Chen Zikun frowned: "Soda drinks are for women, but good men only drink strong liquor."
Someone said: "But Master forbids us from drinking."
Chen Zikun said: "You are the one who banned it, not me.
Where did all this nonsense come from?
Buy it quickly."
So one person rushed out and bought half a catty of Laobaigan from the small shop across the street.
When he came back, Chen Zikun took a sip of wine and was very satisfied.
He continued to talk about the ancient saying: "Do you know why we Chinese can never beat foreigners?
Hong Kong It was ceded, the Old Summer Palace was burned by the British and French forces, and the city of Beijing was occupied by the Eight-Power Allied Forces.
Troops from various countries are still stationed in Dongjiaominxiang.”
"Because they eat beef every day."
A clever student answered quickly.
There was a burst of laughter, and everyone thought this answer was incredible, but Chen Zikun said with a tiger face: "That's right, Europeans eat meat every day.
Like lions and tigers, they are carnivores.
We Chinese eat vegetables, tofu and white rice all day long.
If you don’t have enough strength, how can you fight against the tall foreigners, so you lose consecutive battles.”
"Isn't it because the foreign ships have strong guns?"
the student who had read Water Margin at the age of twelve asked in confusion.
"The Mannlicher guns and Krupp mountain cannons used by Nie Shicheng's former military guards are no worse than those of foreigners, but they are still inferior.
They are far inferior to their opponents physically and mentally.
How is it possible for a grass-eating sheep to fight a meat-eating wolf?
Win," Chen Zikun immediately refuted.
"What about the Japanese?
The Japanese in Hongkou usually don't eat much meat.
They just eat some dried fish and plums with their rice.
How can they defeat the Beiyang Navy?"
A student asked.
Chen Zikun said: "This is a good question, but you have overlooked one point.
Although the Japanese are sheep that eat grass like the Chinese, the Japanese sheep are well fed and have horns, while the Chinese sheep not only How can you beat others if you don’t have enough to eat and are sick all day long?”
The students stopped talking.
They were all thinking hard about the fifth uncle's words.
They felt that although the metaphor was a bit superficial, the underlying meaning was very profound.
"Uncle Fifth Master, I finally understand why the Japanese in Hongkou Dojo say that we are the sick men of East Asia.
They don't look down on our kung fu, but they look down on us as a whole in China," the student who had studied a lot said angrily.
Chen Zikun said: "You finally understand that China has been weak for many years.
It will take one or even several generations to work hard to change the status quo.
We martial arts practitioners must start from ourselves, develop a strong body and profound kung fu, and let Westerners and Asians don’t dare to underestimate us, and keeping fit can’t just rely on training, but also on eating.
That’s why I let you eat beef.”
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Everyone was moved to tears by the good intentions of the Fifth Master Uncle, and they all picked up the beef and munched.
Although it was just a simply processed barbecue, it was given a special meaning by the Fifth Master Uncle.
Everyone ate very carefully and devotedly. , like wind and clouds, only the bones of a cow leg are left.
During the afternoon practice, the students were in high spirits, and even their shouts were much louder than before.
Liu Zhensheng and Nong Jinsun were talking in the room, and heard the loud roar in the yard.
When they opened the window, Nong Jinsun smiled and said: "The children are very energetic today."
Liu Zhensheng said: "Chen Zhen spent his own money to buy hundreds of kilograms of beef for everyone to beat and teach them the principles of strengthening the country and keeping fit.
That's why everyone practices so vigorously."
Nong Jinsun nodded happily: "Zhensheng, you saw him right."
However, upon closer inspection, it was Situ Xiaoyan who was leading the way, not Chen Zhen.
Now he was shocked again: "This Chen Zhen, again Where did he go?"
Liu Zhensheng said: "This time he went to Mr.
Sun's place to do business."
At this time, Chen Zikun was a guest in a villa shaded by green trees on Molière Road in the French Concession.
A specially invited tailor from Shanghai Henry Clothing Store carefully helped him measure his chest circumference, shoulder width and arm length, because Mr.
Sun Wen said Now, I want to give Chen Zikun a Mao suit, the kind of cut-and-fit, ironed and crisp four-pocket lapel uniform worn by guards.
Mrs.
Sun, Yin Weijun and the guard surnamed Huang whom they met at the gate yesterday looked on with smiles.
After the tailor left, Mrs.
Sun said: "Xiao Chen, this is your party membership form.
Please sign your name on it."
Chen Zikun took the form and looked at it carefully.
It was a stack of documents printed on Daolin paper.
The handwriting was clear, the paper was white, and it made a rattling sound.
It was printed with the party emblem of the Kuomintang and the autographs of the three introducers.
Song Qingling, Yin Weijun, Huang Luyao.
It turned out that the wife's name was Qing Ling, and Chen Zikun secretly remembered the name.
"Just sign here."
Song Qingling pointed to the blank space at the bottom of the form and asked, "Do you use a brush or a fountain pen?"
Chen Zikun said: "Let's use a water brush."
So the lady took out a new silver fountain pen from the drawer, soaked up the ink herself, wiped off the remaining ink on the pen tip with paper, and then handed it to Chen Zikun.
Chen Zikun is sitting at the large mahogany desk, with a thick carpet under his feet and a crystal clear crystal lamp above his head.
A ray of sunlight shines in from the floor-to-ceiling window and sprinkles on the tropical teak floor.
He can see the lush green lawn and towering sky in the yard outside.
The big trees, the aroma of coffee filling the air, everything is so intoxicating and fascinating.
"One day, I want to live in such a big house."
Chen Zikun secretly made up his mind, glanced at his wife, and added a goal to himself: there must be such a well-educated, gentle, beautiful and beautiful lady in the big house.
"What are you thinking about?
Signing."
Yin Weijun saw him in a daze with his mouth open.
He was afraid that the nephew with a broken head would be thinking wildly, so he quickly reminded him.
"I know."
Chen Zikun sat on a large European palace-style chair, signed his name in a flourishing manner, and wanted to hand the fountain pen back, but his wife smiled and said: "I brought this pen from the United States.
Let it be a souvenir for you.”
"Thank you, madam."
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Chen Zikun pinned the fountain pen in his shirt pocket.
Yin Weijun put away the party membership form and said, "Xiao Huang, take him upstairs."
"What else should I do?"
Chen Zikun asked.
"There is still a ceremony that has not been carried out.
Please come with me."
Huang Luyao smiled and made an inviting gesture.
He led Chen Zikun up to the second floor and opened a door.
This is a large conference room. , the curtains were tightly closed, the lights were bright, and two blue sky and white sun flags stood crossed on the wall facing them.
Mr.
Sun Wen, dressed in formal attire, sat solemnly in the middle, with guards standing on both sides, looking solemn.
Chen Zikun was happy.
He was familiar with this scene, and the head of the family also opened the incense hall in this manner
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