Recast youth

Chapter 264 The Three Virtues of the Three Virtues
Feng Sande and Feng Zheng are two extremes. Feng Sande is thin, lustful, and full of tricks and tricks, and looks particularly wretched. Feng Zheng is tall, strong, honest, and looks particularly honest.

I just don’t know how much of the image Feng Zheng revealed is what he wants people to see, and how much of it is real.

Ye Feng may not be particularly smart, but he is definitely not stupid. As the saying goes, Feng Sande belongs to the lower-class industry. If Feng Zheng hadn't protected him, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Here, Xiajiuliu does not mean the kind of obscenity, but the term used by the older generation who runs all walks of life. Xiajiuliu: first-rate witches (southern wizards who draw talismans and chant spells to summon gods and drive away ghosts), second-rate prostitutes (who prostitute openly and secretly) and third-rate great gods ( A shaman possessed by a god who heals diseases by dancing and singing) Four-rate bangers (watchmen) Five barbers (barbers who carry burdens around the world) Six trumpeters (blowers and trumpeters) Seven actors (various types of actors) Eight Calling the street (beggar), selling sugar (candy blower), of course, literally, the three "nine streams" of the upper, middle and lower together are 27 and 72 lines. In fact, this is not the case, even [-] lines are included in it. Because the name of each first-class industry includes many professions in the same profession or similar professions. For example, the fifth-level "head-shaving" among the lower nine-level professions includes pedicure workers, waiters, and cart pullers, as well as massage, shop assistants, dancers, and helpers. Those belonging to service industries are included.

Ye Feng is also very curious about these industries where he is involved in the world, but he is not good at it. Usually, it is a teacher who can lead one by one to enter this industry. The master here is really equivalent to a parent, teaching by words and deeds step by step, just a look or a tone of voice. , the meaning conveyed by an action is very different, so the same sentence coming from different people's mouths will have different effects.

Feng Zheng is equivalent to Feng Sande's son and disciple. In addition, they are related by uncle and nephew. Therefore, if Feng Sande scolds Feng Zheng, Ye Feng will not pay attention. This is also a kind of cultural inheritance for them.

However, Ye Feng also doubted whether this inheritance would lead Feng Zheng astray. Ye Feng was very worried about Feng Zheng.

……

Arrived at the sports hall.

Feng Sande was surprised when he saw the scale of Ye Feng's "Lanshan Sports Center", with his mouth wide enough to fit an egg in. It must have cost several million for such a large scale.

How much does it cost to stack millions together?

Feng Sande imagined a picture in his mind, a picture that could make the left-behind women and farm men in the village kneel down and lick it, and then Feng Sande almost stopped drooling.

So majestic, so majestic.

Feng Sande kept talking.

Not only Feng Sande was surprised, but the dull and honest Feng Zheng also looked at Ye Feng's back with a slightly sideways look, thinking of what the mistress said to him on the train years ago. He had never understood why the mistress could like him before. This Ye Feng, I don't think there is anything special about Ye Feng. At most, he is a little more mature than his peers. He even asked the mistress if he secretly looked at his face and checked his pulse in private.

But the answer was no.

Now he could see something interesting. The sports center in front of him was the answer sheet handed in by the young man named Ye Feng. If he had not relied on his family, this answer sheet could be said to have received full marks for the additional questions.

"Little Third Master, have you really never seen his face?" Feng Zheng saw Ye Feng entering the gym. He took a step forward and came to Feng Sande, who was sweating and arranging his hair, and asked in a low voice.

"Looking at the Japanese face, you bitch thinks your third master is going to live a long time."

Feng Sande cursed that he couldn't get his hair style right no matter how he tried it, so he simply spat on the palm of his hand, rubbed it, and applied it along the sideburns of his middle-parted head, from front to back.

Immediately the hairstyle was fixed.

very perfect.

Feng Sande was very satisfied with his on-the-spot reaction ability, and then said: "The boss was beaten, did you see it?"

Feng Zheng rolled his eyes, he was not blind.

"Young people want to save face, so I didn't ask." Feng Sande smiled, like a cold eunuch in a deep palace compound, and said hehe: "Let's talk to someone later, and you go and get the matter done. Submit a petition."

Feng Zheng asked: "What's the measure?"

"No disability will be left." Feng Zheng nodded dullly.

"Let your Third Master handle things nicely, otherwise, I will have to roast you on a tree branch."

Feng Sande kicked Feng Zheng in the leg.

Feng Zheng didn't move at all, and Feng Sande felt annoyed and angry. Then Feng Zheng immediately showed a painful expression, bent down and rubbed his kicked calf, and then Feng Sande showed a childish expression.

But this was only a moment, and the next moment Feng Sande put on an extremely flattering smile, ran into the gymnasium in a hurry, and chased Ye Feng.

The next moment, Feng Zheng straightened up, as tall as an indestructible boulder, and his eyes were like those of an owl.

……

Ye Feng entered the sports hall and walked towards the basketball hall. Since the door was open, Chen Mengjie must be playing basketball alone in the basketball hall. The sports hall is not open now, and Chen Mengjie has never brought anyone in.

Sure enough, Ye Feng saw Chen Mengjie in the basketball hall. He was hitting the basket alone, his body covered with sweat, and his exposed forearm had shocking bruises in several places.

"Are you okay after doing such a violent move?" Ye Feng walked over with Feng Sande.

"It's nothing. Sometimes the pain can make me sober up."

Chen Mengjie stopped and gasped. He really thought this. He blamed himself very much for what happened last night. He couldn't offer any help and could only watch Ye Feng being beaten.

This feeling of powerlessness made Chen Mengjie feel particularly guilty, so when he came here today, he first spent the whole morning mopping the inside and outside of the gym by himself.

Then I came over to play basketball.

Every time his body moved, the bruised muscles were pulled, causing indescribable pain. But the more the pain, the more persistent Chen Mengjie became, as if this was the only way he could complete his self-salvation.

Then Chen Mengjie noticed Feng Sande next to Ye Feng. He had a middle parted hair that was rarely seen in this era. He was wearing a blue Mao Zedong suit from the 90s. He didn’t know how long he had worn it. The color had faded badly and he was quite dirty. .

He stood next to Ye Feng, and Chen Mengjie had the illusion that a traitor was standing next to a Japanese officer while watching a TV series about the Anti-Japanese War.

Then, he saw Feng Zheng walking in from outside. He was also wearing migrant worker clothes from the 90s. He looked honest and dull, but he had a good physique and his body looked particularly strong.

Ye Feng introduced them to each other.

Feng Sande acted very familiar. As soon as Ye Feng introduced Chen Mengjie, Feng Sande stepped forward, hunched over, stretched out his hands, and kept saying with a smile: "Hello, hello, my name is Feng Sande, I am a two-water horse. The three virtues of San Dezi in Kangxi's private interview in private, add up to Feng Sande."

"This silly guy's name is Feng Zheng, and he's my nephew."

After Feng Sande introduced himself, he introduced Feng Zheng, and said with a straight face: "If he does anything wrong in the future, just tell me and I will deal with him."

Feng Zheng, who was deprived of his lines, could only stay in place like a piece of wood.

(End of this chapter)