Chapter 325 Old People

The hall was now in a mess. There were only a few tables and chairs that could be used after being picked and chosen. Several people cleaned up the hall together and took out all the broken things, making the hall look empty.

The yard was filled with broken tables and chairs.

Chen Shiyi skillfully picked up a hammer and started repairing some tables and chairs that were still usable.

"Fu Da, there is a hammer next to me, help me fix some tables and chairs."

Fu Da thought, he came here to give money, do odd jobs, and help her repair tables and chairs.

His hands were meant for holding swords, not for these kinds of chores.

Chen Shiyi raised his head and looked at Fu Da who had not moved for a long time, and frowned slightly.

"What are you still standing there for? If you keep dawdling, it will be dark soon."

Fu Da said "oh", rolled up his sleeves and started picking out available tables and chairs.

"There are only a few left. They won't look good if they're repaired. Why don't we go to the carpenter shop in town and have a new batch made."

Chen Shiyi laughed when he heard Fu Da's words.

"If you can use it for a while, use it. It will be broken again in two days. If you can't use it anymore, buy a new one."

Fu Da nodded in agreement.

The two of them hammered around for a while before they finally made two decent dining tables.

Chen Shiyi looked at the only two remaining tables and rubbed his sore neck.

"I have to go out for a while and ask the carpenter to send me a few tables, otherwise I won't be able to open the store and sell alcohol tomorrow."

By the time we were almost done, it was getting dark.

When Fu Da went to his room to sleep, there was a noise outside the door.

He opened the door and saw Jun'er looking at him obediently with a porcelain bowl in his hand.

"Uncle, my mother asked me to bring you this bowl of soup, saying it would help you sleep well."

Fu Da hurriedly took the bowl, sniffed it, and couldn't help frowning.

"What is this?"

Jun'er shook his head.

"I don't know. My mother asked me to bring it to you, so I did it."

Fu Da carried the bowl into the room, and Jun Er followed him in.

"Uncle, drink quickly. I'll take the bowl down with you after you finish."

Fu Da covered his sleeves and drank the soup in the bowl. When he turned around and handed it to Jun'er, he fainted on the ground instantly. He closed his eyes and could only see the triumphant smile in Jun'er's eyes.

When he woke up again, his hands were tied with ropes. Jun'er was holding a dagger against Fu Da's shoulder and neck, with a stern face and a hint of arrogance.

"My mother keeps saying that I picked it up, but I don't believe it. She must have been abandoned by some ungrateful person, so she said that on purpose to comfort me. Tell me, who is that person?"

Fu Da said helplessly.

"What's all this mess?"

Jun'er pressed the dagger towards his neck again.

"Tell the truth quickly."

Fu Da thought, it was indeed Chen Shiyi who taught him. He was less than six years old, why was he playing with daggers and poison?

His hand was as fast as lightning. In an instant, he snatched Jun'er's dagger and knocked Jun'er to the ground.

Fu Da snorted coldly and glanced at the flustered Jun'er with disdain.

"With your three-legged cat skills, you dare to attack me."

Jun'er asked stutteringly.

"You, you are not poisoned at all, you are lying to me."

Fuda grabbed Juner by the collar and walked downstairs as if he was carrying a chick.

"Chen Shiyi, Chen Shiyi..."

Chen Shiyi, who was fiddling with an abacus at the counter, looked up and saw Fu Da carrying Jun'er, walking towards them from the backyard through the curtain, with a look of anger on his face.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Fu asked loudly.

"How did you become a mother? What did you teach him? He was less than six years old, but he poisoned others and played with knives..."

Chen Shiyi asked in surprise.

"He attacked you, too?"

"Who else did he lay hands on?"

Chen Shiyi gave a wry smile.

"Everyone in our tavern has suffered from his cruel hands, even my mother is no exception."

Fu Da looked incredulous.

"Don't do this again. He is still a child. He needs to learn to distinguish between good and evil before he can use these things properly."

After hearing this, Chen Shiyi hurriedly bowed to him solemnly and replied.

"Okay, okay, you're right, I'll definitely change it next time."

Fu Da then breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly stared at Chen Shiyi in disbelief, then fell to the ground.

Jun'er, who was hiding behind the curtain, came over with a look of surprise on his face.

"Mother is still amazing."

Chen Shiyi tugged at his little bun.

"Learn this. I've told you before that it's the worst way to poison the food. People will be alerted when they see you. You have to take advantage of the fact that people are disturbed or have let down their guard in order to hit them with one strike. Do you understand?"

Juner nodded.

"I see."

When he woke up the next day, Fu Da's face was as black as charcoal.

Chen Shiyi, who was busy in the wine hall, saw him and asked with a smile, as if what happened yesterday had never happened.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Fu Da snorted coldly.

"Chen Shiyi, you are great."

Chen Shiyi blinked.

"What's wrong with me?"

Fu Da didn't want to talk to the shameless woman, so he directly took Jun'er, who was watching the excitement on the side, to the backyard.

"Want me to teach you Kung Fu?"

Jun'er's eyes are bright.

"I want to. I will."

He immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times to Fu Da.

"Master, I bow to you."

Fu Da nodded.

"Get up now. From now on, if anyone teaches you something dishonest except me, it will be considered as betrayal of the sect. Such people will be despised by everyone in the martial arts world. Do you understand?"

"Jun'er understands."

Chen Shiyi looked at this scene and smiled with relief.

Jun'er was a man who could endure hardships. Every day before dawn, Fuda would pull him up and make him squat in a horse stance for an hour.

Beads of sweat fell from his face, but he didn't even wipe them off and his whole body didn't move.

Fuda was very satisfied.

He said to Chen Shiyi.

"Jun'er is a good candidate for martial arts training. He is hardworking and persevering. He is also agile and quick to react."

Chen Shiyi agreed very much.

"I asked him to study before, but he could never concentrate. He broke several feather brushes before he could recite the Three Character Classic. It's obvious that not all children can read and write. Maybe he will achieve something in martial arts."

Jun'er's perseverance in learning martial arts is amazing, and Fuda enjoys teaching him every day.

Sometimes the two of them ran off somewhere and came back covered in mud.

One day, there was a violent wind and yellow sand all over the sky. The raging sandstorm covered the sun and made the sky dark.

Many travelers who were seeking shelter from the storm came to Chen Shiyi's tavern.

She told the waiter to squeeze the tables in the hall together and add a few more tables so that the guests coming in would have a place to sit.

While I was busy, a familiar voice came from behind me.

"elder sister."

Chen Shiyi looked back in disbelief.

A young man wearing an ice-jade robe and with a unique temperament was looking at him with earnest eyes.

"Rui'er."