Lin Feng returned to Heishi Town, and it was already evening.

There was only a grass skirt woven with leaves around his waist. Fortunately, it was night, no one noticed it.

Taking advantage of the night, Lin Feng came to the only ready-to-wear shop in the town and bought himself a new set of clothes.

The owner of the ready-to-wear shop saw the shining silver coins, so this time it was rare to ridicule Lin Feng.

When I returned to the small blacksmith shop, I still smelled the extremely strong smell of alcohol, and my father Lin Heng had already fallen asleep.

Lin Feng came to the kitchen, skillfully cooked two bowls of porridge, and then brought one bowl to Lin Heng's bed.

"Father, get up and have something to eat!" Lin Feng called softly.

"Um! Let it go!" Lin Heng snorted vaguely, turned over and continued to fall asleep.

Lin Feng sighed, placed the porridge bowl on the table beside the bed, and then exited the room.

After drinking another bowl of porridge quickly, Lin Feng came to the backyard of the blacksmith shop.

The men in Heishi Town practice boxing, and the backyard of every household is extremely spacious, and the Lin Feng family is no exception.

Lin Feng was not sleepy at this moment. What he most longed for was to quickly restore his strength.

Once you restore your strength, you can get rid of the name of waste. Once you restore your strength, no one dares to look down on yourself and your father!

Flash and move, and the fist comes out like the wind!

A trace of heaven and earth's vitality penetrated into his body, tempering his body, making Lin Feng's power stronger and stronger, and his fists became more and more powerful!

Sweat faintly appeared on his face, but Lin Feng's face was full of excitement, and his eyes became brighter and brighter!

Suddenly!

"Roar!" Lin Feng shouted softly and swung his punch!

The fist wind shaking, and the fallen leaves floated down above the big trees in the courtyard.

A faint sound of tiger roar echoed in the courtyard!

"Haha!" Lin Feng withdrew his fist, and a hint of ecstasy smile appeared on his little face.

"Five hundred pounds of force! The second level of tiger-shaped fist!"

"Now even if you face Wang Hu, you can easily win!"

"I'll be here today, let's take a break first!" Lin Feng smiled happily.

At this moment, he felt extremely tired.

Practicing boxing is not a day, and practicing boxing at night can absorb the energy of heaven and earth as fast as in the morning. When the rising sun rises, it is the time when the energy of heaven and earth is most abundant in one day. This is also the reason why Lin Feng has been persisting in practicing boxing in the morning.

Back at the blacksmith shop, Lin Feng came to his father's room again.

The bowl of thick porridge was empty, but Lin Heng was still sleeping.

Lin Feng put away the dishes and chopsticks, went to the kitchen to clean it, and then returned to his room.

"It's so sleepy!" Lin Feng lay on the bed and soon fell asleep. There was a smile on his tender little face.

A tall figure appeared in Lin Feng's room, which was Lin Heng.

"Has Feng'er... recovered?" Lin Heng looked at the sleeping boy, and a happy smile appeared on his cold face.

...

In the early morning, the sun was already rising high, shining on Lin Feng's face through the window lattice.

"Oh no! I've slept!" Lin Feng jumped up from the bed, and a look of annoyance appeared on his little face.

The best moment to miss the morning boxing practice is something that Lin Feng simply cannot accept.

"Hmm?" Lin Feng was suddenly stunned.

The sounds of "dingdang" and "dingdang" are echoing in the small blacksmith shop...

Lin Feng walked into the shop and saw a tall figure standing next to the stove, waving the sledgehammer with one arm, and the iron blocks on the table were quickly changing shape under the sledgehammer.

Although Lin Heng was still drunk and hazy at this time, he didn't look so decadent. There was even a glimmer on his face.

"Father!" Lin Feng said respectfully.

"Feng'er, are you awake?" Lin Heng turned his head and smiled warmly, "Go to have a meal!"

Lin Feng looked at the dining table in the corner of the room, which was covered with a large bowl of thick porridge, a plate of pickles, and two large snow-white steamed buns. The thick porridge and steamed buns were steaming at this time.

Lin Feng walked to the table and looked at the food in front of him, with tears in his eyes.

This is the first time my father has cooked for himself since his mother passed away?

"Feng'er, eat quickly! It will be cold if you don't eat!" Lin Heng waved his sledgehammer and smiled gently.

Lin Feng nodded silently, sat down, picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, picked up a few pickles and put them in his mouth, and chewed them carefully.

Although it is an ordinary steamed bun and pickles, he feels extremely sweet!

Lin Heng stopped talking, but just waved the sledgehammer vigorously to forge the iron tools in front of him.

After Lin Feng finished his meal, he took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to clean it, and came to Lin Heng again.

"Father, I can absorb the energy of heaven and earth again! I have recovered! From now on, I will no longer be a waste who cannot practice boxing!" Lin Feng clenched his fists and said loudly.

"Well, I know." Lin Heng smiled gently.

"Father, you are today..." After all, Lin Feng asked, a boy less than fourteen years old.

My father actually started working and made breakfast for himself? This kind of thing has never happened!

"Haha! My Lin Heng's son is destined to be a strong man! Feng'er, in another half a year, you will leave home and go out alone! I just want you to know that your father is not old and has the ability to take care of himself."

"Feng'er, just focus on practicing boxing! You don't have to worry about the things in life in the future. Your father is not really a waste, and it's still okay to support us. If you want to see the outside world in the future, don't worry about my lack of care."

Looking at his father with a warm smile, Lin Feng's eyes were already filled with tears, but the tears did not shed.

...

Lin Feng left the blacksmith shop, walked along the streets of Heishi Town, and walked outside the town. Qingjun's face was full of smiles, and she looked extremely happy.

Suddenly, a scent of wine wafted into Lin Feng's nostrils.

Lin Feng paused and turned around and walked into the only tavern in the town.

"Uncle Zhao, give me two jars of the best bamboo leaf green!"

"Feng'er, it's you!" The owner of the wine shop was a burly middle-aged man. He looked at Lin Feng and smiled, "According to this, I have two cans of 50-year-old bamboo leaves here, which I have been keeping for your father!" As he said that, he grabbed two big wine jars and put them on the counter.

"Take it! If your father wants to drink the good wine here, please come and get it for free!" The man waved his hand and said with a generous smile.

"How can that be done?" Lin Feng smiled, "My father will not take advantage of others!"

"You kid! Why are you taking advantage?" Uncle Zhao glared, "Who in the entire Heishi Town has never received the favor of your father back then? Others can forget it, but I, Zhao Dahong, will not forget it! The men in Heishi Town are all without conscience. What is it to drink two cans of good wine? Could it be that your father must drink the hard-to-die sweet potato soju?"

"That's it! Uncle Lin is a great hero! The great hero naturally wants to drink the best wine! My father has long said that Uncle Lin can drink whatever he wants, but Brother Lin Feng, you have to be so polite!" As soon as the curtain in the winery was lifted, a girl in green walked out and looked at Lin Feng and laughed.

The girl was dressed simply, but her eyes were extremely lively. When she smiled, she showed two shallow dimples on her cheeks, which looked indescribable.

This girl is Zhao Xue, the daughter of Zhao Dahong. She is half a year younger than Lin Feng. She is the only friend of Lin Feng’s peers in Heishi Town.

Lin Feng felt a little warm in his heart and smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao, Zhao Xue, I thank my father for your wishes. But I can still afford this little money for wine." As he said that, he put two gold coins on the counter.

These gold coins were left by the little girl Ling'er in the inner space of the jade pendant. Lin Feng is not a pretentious person. The money is used temporarily and I will pay it back to the little girl in the future.

"Let's go, Uncle Zhao!" Lin Feng didn't wait for Zhao Dahong to react, grabbed a wine jar with one hand and strode out of the wine shop.

"Brother Lin Feng, when did you take me to Hei Shui City to play? You haven't been with me for a long time!" Zhao Xue chased me out and laughed.

"Let's go in the future!" Lin Feng responded without looking back. His time is precious now, but he has no intention of playing with this former playmate.

"Oh!" Zhao Xue pouted and walked back in disappointment.

"In the past, I could only drink sweet potato wine for my father, so my father should have two jars of good wine!" Lin Feng walked towards his home with two jars of wine, thinking to himself.

"Lin Feng, stop!" A very resentful voice behind him suddenly sounded...
Chapter completed!