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Chapter 53 Woman
Wu Qing looked at the yellow calendar on the hanging beam.

Dagan in the fifth year of the Republic of China, July 23, [-] in the Western calendar, June [-] in the lunar calendar.

Avoid, set up the foundation, install the door.

Yi, raising beams, adopting, opening ponds, bathing, hanging plaques.

- did not take office.

Wu Qing kept silent, shifted his gaze from Huang Li back to Zhang Zaiqi's face, and said with a smile,
"It's a good day."

"You think so too?"

Zhang Zaiqi became complacent, his expression closed, and his eyes moved down,

"But by the way, the injury on your hand is so fast, isn't it?"

Wu Qing shrugged.

"I said three days."

Zhang Zaiqi glanced at the men outside the house who were cleaning the courtyard, confirmed that no one could hear him, pointed at himself,
"Do you think I'm crazy?"

"Wow."

Wu Qing's tone was exaggerated,

"Steel knife is stained with blood and carried on the shoulder, a brave and courageous one to fight for wealth. The kung fu of eating meat in the morning will wipe out the heroes of the Changing Gang. Who dares to say that you are stupid? You are not afraid to let your little brother be beheaded to death."

"Here, it's your reward."

Zhang Zaiqi put one hand on his hips, pretended to be a big boss, and threw Wu Qing a copper plate, and then he couldn't hold back anymore, he was so happy that he waved his hands again and again,
"Forget it, forget it, I won't ask if you don't want to say it, you have hidden enough things, you don't lack this one."

Zhang Ziqi, who has experienced life and death, has obviously become more open-minded.

"Thank you."

Wu Qing took the copper plate and stuffed it into his trousers pocket, smiling unabated, patted Zhang Zaiqi on the shoulder,

"Next time, boss, think about me first. You don't ask me to show off with such an exciting thing as being righteous and disobedient. Do you still think of me as a brother?"

"Show the limelight? I'm afraid of death. Like you said, next time, I will run away. My old lady depends on me for a living, so I'm afraid I won't be able to run away."

Zhang Ziqi patted his heart lightly, looking scared.Laughed for a while, couldn't move, the smile froze a bit on the face,
"But if I really don't run away, Ah Qing, take care of my mother for me."

"Tch, take care of your own old lady. What's the matter with my cousin?"

Wu Qing made a joke, and the smile faded away,

"But to be honest, remember to find me next time, you have helped me so many times, let me help you too."

Wu Qing refused to promise easily, but Zhang Ziqi really liked him.

"Who thought you were so kind so fast."

Zhang Ziqi tilted his mouth,

"I was worried that you would become a cripple, and then your third uncle would cry blind."

Wu Qing smiled lightly,
"I don't want to talk about it. I came here to ask you. In the past few days, Zhou Zhihong died in the house. Has anyone come?"

Not noticing the change in Wu Qing's mood, Zhang Ziqi shook his head,
"I've been on the street for the past few days, so I don't have time to keep an eye on you. I don't know if anyone is coming or not."

"Brother Seven, everyone is waiting for you to count. Wang Agui's house has been tidied up, and a box of lace is enough for everyone to share..."

Standing outside the door, Huo Yazai shouted excitedly at Zhang Ziqi, and then looked past Wu Qing unnaturally.

Lace is the common name for silver dollar.

Without Zhang Ziqi's explanation, Wu Qing could guess that after killing the old gang leader, now is the time for the brand new Quanxing Gang to distribute the fruits of victory.

As for Huoyazi, it doesn't look natural to Wu Qing... When you wait for the money, you don't feel comfortable if there is an extra person who may divide your interests.

Zhang Ziqi was the only one who regarded Wu Qing as his own.Others also met Wu Qing with Kuo Ya Zai.

But the money must still be shared with Wu Qing. Since Wu Qing is the cousin of their new gang leader, he stabbed Wang Agui at a critical moment.

But how much is worth talking about.

Killing Wang Agui with one knife was more shocking to Wang Agui's death, but for the person who used this knife, the energy in his heart passed, and he felt that it was the same.

After all, the overall situation has been decided.Many people think that no matter how important the knife is, it is just one knife.

Wu Qing just missed something.

They were not willing to let Wu Qing and them share Wang Agui's inheritance equally with just this one knife.

Zhang Zaiqi also thought of this, he didn't mention the money, so he asked Wu Qingdao first,
"Stay here and help me?"

Wu Qing shook his head, he never thought about being a gong player.It doesn't matter whether Zhang Ziqi is an ordinary gong player or the leader of a small gang.He thinks the same.

Feeling sorry, Zhang Ziqi muttered something.Wu Qing didn't hear clearly, but it didn't prevent him from making a decision.

Wu Qing picked up the Chihe knife that had been re-wrapped in old cloth, stood up and patted Zhang Zaiqi on the shoulder,

"I won't participate in your own affairs, I will go outside for a stroll."

The meaning in the words was very clear, Zhang Zaiqi had the final say on how to divide the money.Whether he has it or not, he doesn't talk too much.

Zhang Zaiqi unhappily waved his hand to invite Kuoyazi, and asked,
"How much do you have in your pocket? Take out two yuan."

As soon as the word "no" came out of his mouth, Zhang Zaiqi glared at him, and Kuo Yazi took out a handful of silver dollars from his pocket helplessly, and after a rough look, it was more than ten yuan.

Zhang Zaiqi snatched it away and stuffed it into Wu Qing's hands.
"Go and drink tea first. Come back later."

"it is good."

Wu Qing walked out of the courtyard with a silver dollar in one hand and a knife in the other.

He turned a blind eye to the surprised or secretly happy eyes of the rest of the people in the courtyard.

When a gang is newly established, the most taboo is that the gang leader cannot convince the public.The distribution of benefits is the most likely to make people feel dissatisfied.

Wu Qingcai didn't care about causing dissatisfaction after taking a share, he did his best, and it was useless to anyone to get a share.But he didn't want to make it difficult for Zhang Ziqi.

When he came to the street, Wu Qing looked around and saw a small shop with a roast duck sign not far away. His eyes lit up and his stomach stirred. He whispered to himself,

"I haven't eaten a good meal until now. Which time traveler I am so miserable, let's have a meal first."

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After Wu Qing left.

Zhang Zaiqi picked up the steel knife on the table and strode outside the house, unable to hide his high spirits.

growl in anger,

"Whoever thinks my cousin doesn't deserve a share, stand up if you're brave enough!"

In the yard, all the Quanxing gang members looked over, but no one made a sound out of embarrassment, and of course no one stood up.

The steel knife in Zhang Zaiqi's hand was shaking,

"If no one has any objections, just listen to me? Or do you think I, Zhang Ziqi, are not qualified?"

After a while, small groups will form, and they may dare to bid farewell to Zhang Ziqi.

But now, Zhang Ziqi is the only head among them.

What's more, Zhang Ziqi took the lead in the past and even killed Xiaoyong, the second brother and the third brother. They didn't forget so quickly.And after listening to Huo Yazi showing off, the fourth brother also died at the hands of Zhang Ziqi.

No one dared to say that Zhang Ziqi was not qualified.

Huo Yazi dryly comforted,
"How could it be? We all obey Brother Seven. Don't you think so?"

"Yeah yeah."

There was a lot of harmony, and there was no dissatisfaction.

Zhang Ziqi snorted coldly.

Why couldn't he figure it out, Wu Qing just walked out of the yard neatly, just not wanting to embarrass him.

He also knew that such arbitrariness would definitely cause dissatisfaction among the gang.

But his cousin is not without effort.Especially his cousin, who has no mother since he was a child, he has to take care of him!

"Duo duo."

The back door of the courtyard facing the alley rang, and a young woman in a bright purple long dress walked in without thinking.

Facing a courtyard with more than a dozen gong players, the woman looked calm and smiled brightly,

"Everyone, excuse me, I heard from the neighbors that this area is under your control? Then at the end of your back alley, there is a one-story house where someone died. Do you know anything about it?"

(End of this chapter)