Huanglong County is a large county with a larger population than Qinghe County and a larger area than Qinghe County. The economic development level is much better than Qinghe County. Therefore, the docks in Huanglong County are naturally much more lively than those in Qinghe County.

There were no less than a hundred ships docked on the Huanglong County Wharf, and the various warehouses on the Wharf were next to each other. The loaders and loaders carried things like ants to this world. Looking at the prosperous wharf in front of him, Yan Liqiang felt that everything was very interesting.

"Oh, be careful..."

Just as Yan Liqiang had just boarded the dock, suddenly, more than ten meters away from him, a force worker carrying things on the boat slipped under his feet when he was on the boat. A big sack on his back fell into the river and caused a burst of exclamation around him.

Seeing someone falling into the water and being by his side again, Yan Liqiang ran over without thinking and saw if he could help.

"Oh, that's a bag of spun cotton yarn. I just collected it. Don't be soaked in water..." A man who looked like a businessman almost jumped on the side of the boat, "Come on to pick up the cotton yarn..."

The man and the goods fell into the water. The first thing the merchant thought of was to catch goods rather than to catch people. Yan Liqiang almost wanted to curse. He glanced at him and saw a rope on the ground not far away. He hurriedly ran over, took the rope over, and prepared to save the person.

But there was a man who was faster than Yan Liqiang. Just when he was just running to the water with the rope, an old shipman standing barefoot on a small boat next to him was holding a long pole seven or eight meters long, inserted the pole into the water, and gently lifted it. The strong body of the man, flew up from the water with a whirlwind, and landed steadily on the dock.

"Cotton yarn, cotton yarn..." The laborer who had just come out of the water shouted when he fell to the ground.

The old shipman's pole penetrated into the water again, and another lever, and the big bag of veil flew out of the water and landed on the ground of the dock.

The old shipman saved people and retrieved veils in just two seconds. The whole process was straightforward and beautiful. A false alarm turned into an invisible state. The people on the dock and on the bed next to him couldn't help cheering, "Good Kung Fu..." The old shipman didn't say anything, but just hugged a fist around him, with a calm face, "I laughed at you", and then returned to the cabin to continue doing his own thing, like doing an insignificant little thing.

Yan Liqiang, who was holding the rope, was surprised because he could see that although the old shipwreck was holding a pole for the boat, his movement of picking out people and cotton yarn from the water was a marksmanship. As long as the old shipwreck was holding the pole, it could be seen from the old shipwreck's right hand was holding the base of the pole, and he could not hold the handle. At that time, the old shipwreck was standing by the side of the boat, and the lower plate was as steady as Mount Tai. He easily picked out hundreds of kilograms of people and dozens of kilograms of goods in two seconds. It was like he picked up two bean sprouts on the dish with chopsticks. Without decades of immersion in the shooting skills, he would definitely not be able to do this.

But such a person is working as a shipkeeper on the boat, which only means that the old shipkeeper has not completed the foundation building. Without this foundation, no matter how hard the old shipkeeper practices his gun skills, they are all external skills. Now it is probably the top, and it is impossible to go further. Moreover, as the old shipkeeper's physical strength declines in the future, his hard work in shooting skills over the past few decades will eventually be in the end.

If you practice martial arts or not, you will be in vain in the end.

Just now, the businessman quickly directed people to take out the veils from the sliver belt and dry them. Fortunately, the veils had just fallen into the water and were not soaked in water. The river water here was clear and would not dye the veil and affect the quality of the veil. The total loss was not large.

"What a pity..." A voice suddenly sounded behind Yan Liqiang.

Yan Liqiang turned around and saw a middle-aged man standing not far behind him.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a dark red military uniform of a town soldier. He had a beautiful cowhide and tiger-head belt on his uniform and was erected. He looked like an officer at the level of a lieutenant. The middle-aged man looked a little lazy and unkempt, and had a smell of alcohol on his body.

Other officers would have swords and other things hanging on their belts, but there was a wine gourd hanging on this person's belt.

When Yan Liqiang turned around, the man's eyes had already fallen on his face. He was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly became complicated, and he muttered to himself, "It looks, it's so similar..."

Yan Liqiang's eyes swept across the man's right hand, and the little finger of the man's right hand disappeared.

"Yan Liqiang has seen Uncle Qian!" Yan Liqiang hurriedly saluted the man.

The expression on the man's face had recovered. He looked at Yan Liqiang and glanced at him and swept over the rope that Yan Liqiang was still holding. There was a smile on his face, "Are you planning to save someone just now?"

Yan Liqiang threw down the rope a little embarrassedly, "Human life is at stake, we must not be numb..."

"Hahaha, it's so important that you're a person's life is at stake, you can't be numb!" The middle-aged man laughed and reached out to pat Yan Liqiang, "Let's go, in Huanglong County, I guarantee that you will live more comfortably than in Qinghe County..."

After meeting at the dock, the man took Yan Liqiang away from the dock and came to the side of the road not far from the dock.

The roads here are bustling with traffic and people, which is a little more than in Qinghe County.

The dock is a place where passengers and cargoes are distributed, so on the roadside outside the dock, there are many ox carts and horse carts parked, and there are people who are carrying cargo.

Just when Yan Liqiang was thinking about whether the man he called Uncle Qian wanted to call a car, he didn't even need the man to greet him. A carriage parked not far away, and a specialized carriage carrying people had already come over. He stopped in front of the two people. The driver on the carriage jumped out of the carriage flexibly, nodded and bowed to the man and said hello.

"Master Qian, take my car, take my car..."

"Hahaha, you are sharp-eyed, okay, give you some face and just take your car..."

The driver who was driving the car smiled and took the initiative to help Yan Liqiang and the man open the car door, "I don't know where Mr. Qian wants me to take you to, Zuixiang Tower or Yixiangyuan. I heard that several beautiful girls have come to Yixiangyuan these days, waiting for Mr. Qian?"

"Cough cough..." The man named Qian glanced at Yan Liqiang and waved his hand, "Stop talking nonsense, go back to the craftsmanship camp..."

"Okay, OK..."

The two of them got on the carriage. The coachman closed the car door, climbed to the front, shook the reins, and the horses pulling the carriage began to run.

The two-wheeled carriage ran lightly, and the carriage was much more private. In addition to shaking, sitting in the carriage, you can basically not see the movement inside the carriage outside.

Yan Liqiang, who got into the car, had already had a lot of questions.

At this time, his father was able to entrust him to the man named Qian to take care of him, which shows that his father absolutely trusted this man, and the relationship between the two was absolutely extraordinary. But strangely, in the years since he was a child, he had never heard from his father that he had such a friend in Huanglong County. This man named Qian had never come to his house before. Such a relationship is really hard to understand.

The carriage was slightly shaking, and the man named Qian sat opposite Yan Liqiang. He looked at Yan Liqiang's face and a complicated look flashed in his eyes again, "Your father has told me about you. Although the Hong family is a domineering family in your Qinghe County, a family that has not produced warriors for three generations. Now, no matter how long the claws are, they cannot reach Huanglong County. Even if they can reach them, I can cut the claws, so that the Hong family can't afford to take care of them. Just follow my arrangements and be safe and well!"

"Thank you, Uncle Qian!"

"By the way, has your father ever talked to you about me before?"

"No!" Yan Liqiang shook his head.

"Hmph!" The man surnamed Qian snorted coldly, as if he was a little dissatisfied, "My name is Qian Su, I am your father's junior brother. We two used to be taught by the same master..."

"Junior brother?" Yan Liqiang looked at Qian Su with some confusion.

Qian Su seemed to know what Yan Liqiang was thinking. He picked up the wine gourd hanging on his waist, opened it, and took a sip of wine, "Your father and I learned the craftsmanship of ironwork, not martial arts. Later... Later, I had a fight with your father and had a quarrel. Is there any more contacts over the years? I know your father is in Liuhe Town, and your father also knows that I am in Huanglong County. But later, although we were angry, no one could hold back and take the initiative to find each other. I didn't expect your father to come to me last night..."

"Did you and my father... have a fucking apart because of my mother?" Yan Liqiang asked calmly.

Qian Su was about to take a second sip of wine, but his hand stopped in the air. He looked at Yan Liqiang blankly, looking surprised. Unexpectedly, Yan Liqiang's mind was so keen, "Is it your father who told you?"

"No, I guessed it!" Yan Liqiang shook his head.

In most cases, men can have a quarrel, but in most cases, there are only two things, either money or women. This is Yan Liqiang's experience and life insights summarized in his previous life. Although this sounds a bit vulgar, it is the truth. Judging from the complex face of the man looking at him, his relationship with his father and his father's character when he saw Qian Su, the two of them were probably because of the emotional reasons.

Qian Su took a big sip of wine again, and a hint of unreliable loneliness appeared on his unshaven face, "Your mother is the daughter of our master. Your father and I like your mother, but your mother likes your father..."

"Uncle Qian, my mother is no longer there. You and my father are both people who value friendship. Let's go..." Yan Liqiang sighed.

"Haha, you're right, what's past is gone. To be honest, I'm very happy that your father can come to me!" Qian Su let out a long sigh, looked at Yan Liqiang again, and suddenly laughed, "Your father said you have never traveled far away before. He used to practice martial arts every day, and he was a little introverted, had no intention of dating people, could not speak, and asked me to take care of you more. I think your father might have misunderstood..."

What could Yan Liqiang say? He just widened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him with a pure and flawless cute look. The expression on his face was like those two-dimensional pink girls wearing contact lenses to take selfies.

Qian Su's next sip of wine was almost choked into his throat by Yan Liqiang's expression, and he coughed violently in the carriage...

...

When Yan Liqiang arrived in Huanglong County, in a study room in the backyard of the Hong family courtyard in Liuhe Town, the old man of the Hong family, Hong Tao's grandfather, was frowning slightly, listening to a report from a manager at home.

Hong Chengshou, the old man of the Hong family, looked a little rich. He was in his sixties and was wearing a gorgeous indigo silk gown and combed his hair meticulously. He sat on a chair with a few iron guts in his hands. As the manager reported, the smile on Mr. Hong's face gradually calmed down, but his eyes gradually became sharper.

"You said that the butcher Liu saw the Hong family's father and son heading towards the county town this morning. Later, only Yan Dechang came back alone, but Yan Liqiang did not come back with him?"

"Yes!" The manager who spoke to Mr. Hong nodded, "I originally thought Yan Dechang sent his son to the clinic for treatment, but in the afternoon I asked him to go to several clinics in the county to see it, but I didn't find Yan Liqiang!"

"Does anyone know where Yan Liqiang is going?"

"No one knows where Yan Liqiang is going yet!" The manager said in a low voice, and then remembered something, "By the way, when I came back last night, I met the Yan family father and son on the road, but the Yan family still refused to bow their heads. Yan Liqiang seemed to behave a little differently from the previous few days, and it seemed not so dull..." The manager immediately said what Yan Liqiang encountered last night, especially the words Yan Liqiang said, and he repeated to Mr. Hong without missing a word.

Listening to Yan Liqiang's words reposted by the manager, Old Master Hong narrowed his eyes, and the iron gall on his hand that was rotating suddenly stopped. After two seconds, he continued to rotate. Youyou said, "Yan Liqiang's previous dullness may have been made by his father to pretend to make us not pay attention to him. However, in this first trial of the national martial arts, the Yan family's father and son saw that our Hong family had taken action against them, so there was no need to pretend again..." Speaking of this, Old Master Hong sneered, "But at this time, they can't help them. You can arrange people to inquire about Yan Liqiang's whereabouts. Even if there are no warriors in our Hong family for three generations, this Liuhe Town is still Liuhe Town of our Hong family, and the son of a blacksmith cannot tolerate the whole world..."

"yes!"

The manager left the study room, and after a secret door in the study room, another person came out.

The man was thin, with a slightly green face, with a pair of unlovable triangular eyes. On his left cheek, there was a black mole the size of a bean, and his breath was a little vicious. He chuckled, "Old Master Hong, I said that the best thing to do was to do the trick a few days ago. As long as I touch their house at night, I could slap his spine with one palm. He would be useless in his life and could only live in a wheelchair. Where could he practice martial arts? How could he do this like now? How could he be so troublesome?"

"The first test of the national martial arts a few days ago. At that time, we had to attack Yan Liqiang. The traces were too obvious. It would be bad to attract criticism and attention. As long as Tao'er can defeat Yan Liqiang on the court, it proves the strength of our Hong family. If anything happens to a blacksmith's son, no one will doubt our Hong family anymore. I originally wanted to let you do it in the past two days, but I didn't expect that the Yan family's father and son were so alert..." Old Master Hong sighed and shook his head.

"I can't help finding someone. Mr. Hong invited me to come, but he didn't come to find someone. Mr. Hong just told me where he was. After doing it, I will leave Pingxi County. But I have been delayed in the Hong family these days, so the price will be fine..." The man laughed and licked his lips, with a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Don't worry, our Hong family can still afford this little money..."

"That's good!"
Chapter completed!