Yu De Shun was indeed the King of Feces in Beijing, having been beaten until his nose bled profusely. Despite this, he remained fierce and wiped the blood from his face with a swipe of his hand. He then charged at Xue Ping Shun, fists clenched, saying: "Gentlemen, I've learned my lesson! I am Yu De Shun of Yu's Feces Factory, and this matter is far from over!"

  He took Xue Ping Shun as the boss of the Zi Guang Che factory, no wonder, he is the oldest among them and has been a patrol officer, so he has seen all kinds of scenes, big or small, and his demeanor is different from those carters.

  Xue Pingshun was about to speak, when Chen Zikong stood up, holding his arms and looking down at Yu Deshun: "You have been bullying the villagers, gathering a crowd to fight, and still dare to threaten good people. You are so arrogant."

  A dung worker jumped up, with a vein on his nose, pointing at Chen Zikun and shouting: "What's wrong with you, do you know who you're talking to? The Dung King of Beijing, Yu Ye!"

  Chen Zikong burst out laughing: "So you guys who clean up after others have all developed a sense of superiority, and are even calling yourselves the 'Feces King', haha!"

  The carters at the Zi Guang Cart Factory also burst out laughing, although they were all low-class poor people who made a living by selling their labor, but the carters still had some professional honor and felt that they were one level higher than the toilet cleaners, plus they had won the fight, so they were naturally very pleased with themselves.

  Yu De's face turned pale and white, he underestimated the enemy today, only bringing three or four brothers out, but ended up getting beaten badly. The big guy in front of him was obviously a skilled fighter. Although Yu De had also learned fist fighting from his master for three years, he couldn't even last one round against him. A good man doesn't take advantage of others, so he cupped his fists and said: "May I ask for your guidance?"

  Chen Zikun.

  "Go!" Yu De Shun waved his shovel and led the way in retreat.

  The dung carriers walked away grumbling, and the carters laughed and teased: "They're leaving already, let's play some more."

  Back at the toilet factory, Yu De smashed his beloved little teapot to pieces. The toilet husbands were outraged and prepared to gather a crowd to make a big scene, but Yu De stopped them.

  "Those who come are not good, and the good ones do not come." King Dung rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then suddenly slapped the table. "Invite Brother Yan to come, and arrange to meet him at the tea house."

  Yan Dage's real name is Yan Zhiyong, he is Yu Deshun's sworn brother. He is a well-known figure in Beijing Wuyi, and last year he also took the undefeated master Yuanzhuang as his teacher to help him manage the martial arts hall. In terms of martial arts skills, Yan Zhiyong can at least rank among the top 50 in Beijing.

  As soon as they heard that Yan Ge was going to be invited, the shit husbands immediately became excited, and one of them quickly ran off. The martial arts hall is not far from the toilet factory, and a moment later, he returned with the news that Yan Ge had agreed to help.

  The manure factory was too smelly, not a place for conversation. Yu De Shun met Yan Zhi Yong in the teahouse and briefly told him what had happened. Yan Zhi Yong thought for a moment and said: "This person you're talking about, is his name Chen Zi Kun?"

  "That's right, this is the name, about twenty years old, quite tall."

  Yan Zhiyong bowed with his fist: "There's something else, see you later."

  Yu De Shun hastily pulled him: "Yan big brother, what are you talking about?"

  Yan Zhiyong said: "The one who defeated my master is Chen Zikun, not that I don't want to help you, but I couldn't. Sorry, I'll leave first."

  He hastily left, leaving Yu De Shun stunned and foolishly sitting for a while, the tea had gone cold. The old Yu family in Beijing has been doing the job of cleaning up dung for six generations, will it be ruined by his own hands?

  This Chen guy is not just thinking of occupying one or two toilets, there must be someone behind him, either Li Fengji or Sun Xinggui. These two guys have been eyeing the toilets for years, and in the past, they even fought over them to the point of bloodshed. Are they going to stir up trouble again after decades of calm?

  Yu De Shun thought for a long time, considering it again and again. He still believed that he couldn't let the ancestral industry be defeated in his own hands. Since Yu Zhan Kui couldn't defeat Chen Zi Kun, then he had to ask a superior person from outside to come out.

  It's better not to delay, so Yu De Shun hurriedly went to the fruit shop and bought two catties of Tuckahoe cakes and Osmanthus cake. He took them and went to a certain large compound in the south of Longxugou. As soon as he entered the yard, everyone nodded and greeted him: "Mr. Yu, have you eaten?"

  Yu De Shun nodded slightly and came to a door, lightly knocking on it.

  "Come in." A loud and clear voice came from inside.

  Yu De-shun entered the house, which was a two-room northern-style dwelling. The place was spotlessly clean, with swords and spears leaning against the walls, and a portrait of Lord Guan hanging on the wall. On the dinner table were some leftover flatbread and fermented bean paste. A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion sat on the kang, mending his clothes.

  "Master Xia, take a rest." Yu De Shun put the pastries on the dinner table and stood up straight with respect.

  "Ah, it's Old Master Yu, please take a seat." The middle-aged man hastily got down from the kang, greeted him, moved chairs and poured tea, busily but with great enthusiasm.

  Yu De Shun said with a smile: "Master Xia, we are family, you mustn't be polite to me. If you're polite to me, I won't dare come next time."

  The two men exchanged pleasantries for half a day before finally getting to the point. Yu De Shun said, "To be honest with you, the fertilizer factory is facing a problem. Someone wants to take our fertilizer road by force. This person's martial arts skills are exceptional, and it's not something that can be resolved without Master Xia stepping in."

  Xia Shifu smiled and said: "Yu Dage thinks too highly of me, I'm just a wandering Jianghu selling wild herbs, what real kung fu do I have?"

  Yu De Shun said: "Master Xia, I've seen your skills before. That one move can't be achieved without decades of practice. Don't worry, I won't let you show up for nothing. Three hundred silver dollars will be delivered to your house tomorrow."

  "Uncle Yu, thank you for your appreciation, but I really don't have this skill, sorry."

  With a "bang", the door opened and a tall girl came in from outside, opening her mouth to say: "Dad, why didn't you go? 300 big yuan!"

  "Xiao Qing!" Master Xia rebuked sternly. The big girl stomped her foot, turned her head and left again.

  "Grandpa Yu, I'm afraid I've let you down with my poor management. This is something I won't be able to do, perhaps you should find someone else." Xia Shifu bowed his fist, implying that it was time for the guest to leave.

  Yu De Shun had no choice but to bid farewell and leave. As soon as he walked out of the Da Za Yuan, he heard someone shouting behind him: "Are the three hundred yuan really genuine?"

  He turned his head and found it was Xia Shifu's daughter. Yu Deshun's heart lit up, and this matter had a way out. So he said: "Yu certain person spits saliva to fill a pit, every sentence is true!"

  "Alright, bring these 300 yuan over tomorrow."

  Yu De Shun happily said: "Is Master Xia willing to lend a horse?"

  "I'll take my father's place." Xia Xiaoqing said with a proud face.

  Yu De Shun hesitated and said: "Big sister... you..."

  "What, don't you believe in my skills? Honestly, even my old man isn't a match for me."

  "Alright..." Yu De Shun was still a bit worried, but thinking about it again, Xia Dage's involvement wasn't the same as Xia Shifu's, right? If his daughter won, everyone would be happy; if she lost, her father would have to take responsibility. Fine, treat a dead horse like a live one and try to cure it.

  "Who's your rival?" Xia Xiaoqing asked now.

  "It was Chen Zikun, who had defeated the invincible hand of Jing City, Zhuo Kui." Yu Deshun replied, expecting his opponent to show a look of surprise or fear, but Xia Xiaoqing just smiled lightly and pulled out several golden money darts, tossing them with one hand: "Take it!"

  Yu De Shun turned his head to look back, and on the big willow tree behind him, seven sharp-edged golden coins had pierced into the wood three inches deep, with a force that was more than enough. What was even more astonishing was that they were arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper!

  "Great job, big sister!" Yu De Shun became excited and raised his thumbs in praise.

  Xia Xiaoqing smiled complacently: "No big deal, don't forget those three hundred bucks."

  Yu De Shun, known as the "King of Feces", had exceptional eyesight and immediately pulled out all the money from his body, totaling over ten silver dollars, and presented it to Xia Xiaoqing: "Big sister, a small token, buy some hair ribbons or something."

  Xia Xiaoqing took the dollar without hesitation and put it in her pocket, agreed on a time, gave De Shun a fist bump, and walked back with big strides, the silver coins in her pocket clinking loudly.

  Yu De Shun gazed at her heroic bearing and couldn't help but praise: "The Mu Guiying in the Drum Ballad must have looked just like that."

  Xia Xiaoqing arrived at the entrance of her home, slowed down, and quietly pushed open the door. As soon as she did, a loud shout came from inside: "Where have you been?!"

  "Dad, you saw that?" Xia Xiaoqing saw her father's angry face and immediately understood. She curled up the corner of her mouth: "It's just helping someone fight a battle, what's the big deal? Besides, I've seen Chen Zikun's skills before, it's nothing special. I have my own way to win him."

  "Master Xia's anger was palpable as he shook his head: 'I've told you countless times, but you never listen. Our family's martial arts cannot be revealed to outsiders, or it will bring about a calamity that will destroy our very existence.'"

  "Dad, I've got it all figured out in my heart and won't cause any trouble. Besides, our family doesn't even have enough food for the next day, and you're still sick. If we don't get some money soon, we'll starve to death before anyone comes after us." Xia Xiaoqing glared at him with her big round eyes, speaking bluntly without any courtesy.

  Xia Shifu's vital energy had returned, but he couldn't help admitting that his daughter was right. He didn't dare show off his skills and could only make a living by selling all-purpose glue on Tianqiao Bridge. Recently, he had fallen ill again, so it wasn't reasonable to let his daughter, a young girl, go out and expose herself. Last time, his daughter had gone out at night to rob the rich and help the poor, but under his orders, she had secretly distributed the money among the poor people near Longxugou, and their family was still unable to make ends meet.

  "Alright, alright, you've already promised someone else. Father can't make things difficult for you either. When the time comes, father will help you out."

  Xia Xiaoqing was delighted and ran out quickly. Xia Shifu shouted behind her: "Where are you going?"

  "I'm going to buy rice, all the rice jars are empty." In a twinkling of an eye, the voice had already gone far away.

  Xia Xiaoqing didn't go to the rice shop, but instead ran to a hutong near Tao Ran Pavilion and knocked on the door of a household. The doorman saw her coming and smiled: "Sister Xia has arrived."

  "Is the teacher at home?" Xia Xiaoqing said, entering the backyard directly and seeing an old man standing beside the goldfish pond in the courtyard, leisurely sprinkling fish food.

  "Master Du, I'm here. Tomorrow I have to fight with someone, you must teach me two powerful moves." Xia Xiaoqing said.

  Du Xinwu smiled and said: "Who wants to have a martial arts match with me?"

  "It's that Chen Zikun, teacher. You've always wanted to get a read on him, why not come with me and help me take him down?" Xia Xiaoqing had an excited and eager expression.

  ……

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