Chapter 47: Third Sister

  It wasn't easy to settle the heroes, I went to the middle tent of the Yue Family Army and found no one. In the tent there was only a small blackboard with a brush-written note: A crow's mouth is thirsty, looking for water everywhere...

  I asked Wei Tiezhu who was on duty: "Where is Teacher Yan?"

  Wei Tiezhu subconsciously straightened his military posture and said: "Yan Zhuang... the teacher has gone to the rural health clinic."

  I muttered in puzzlement: "What's he doing there, got a stomachache?"

  Wei Tiezhu said: "This morning, more than a dozen people came. At first, I didn't know what they were doing - later on, I still didn't know. They spoke with Teacher Yan for just a few words and then started using their fists. The glasses that Teacher Yan wore on his eyes were also smashed by them."

  I was taken aback and asked, "What happened next?"

  "Later, Teacher Yan accompanied them to find Lang Zhong and went to a health clinic."

  "Is Teacher Yan seriously injured? Why did those people beat him?"

  Wei Tiezhu said: "Teacher Yan didn't get hurt, but those dozen or so people don't know what happened. At the time, Li Jing Shui was on duty and saw that Teacher Yan was at a disadvantage, so he went up to mediate."

  I was so angry that I said: "Can mediation send someone to hospital? You bring Li Jing Shui to me."

  Before long, a little warrior ran up to me, stood at attention with a "crack", and I took a look, recognizing him as one of the 5 brave warriors who had fought with Lai Zi and the others last time, that kid who loved kicking people in the crotch.

  I asked him: "What happened this morning?"

  Xiao Li's answer was identical to Wei Xiangde's: "I went up to mediate."

  "Didn't you kick him in the groin?"

  "No, I just persuaded him to lie down for 5 minutes and then our schoolmaster Xu would no longer be persuaded."

  My forehead was sweating again, I glared at Li Jing Shui and hurriedly walked towards the rural health clinic. Fu San Niang caught up with me and asked: "Where are you going to play? Bring me along."

  I said: "How did you know how to play? I'm going to make things fair for others."

  San Niang patted me on the head and burst out laughing: "You little rascal, you're still trying to mediate for others, hurry up and call San Jie."

  I rubbed my head and said discontentedly: "You're at most twenty-four or five years old, don't be so presumptuous, the Song Dynasty didn't have feminism, did it?"

  She put her middle fingers on top of her thumbs, threatening me: "Do you want me to shoot you into a Buddhist bead? Can't a woman's age be asked? I'll tell you, I was born in 1107 and now I'm only 900 years old. You're at a disadvantage if you call me sister!"

  "Old lady, old ancestor, Black Mountain Old Monster..."

  Some readers may protest, since I'm walking with the beautiful woman San Niang on a picturesque country road, why not flirt with her, or at least describe how San Niang's eyebrows are slightly raised and her breasts are half exposed.

  Actually, the old demon is not charming or seductive, I just want to write this book into a kind of horse, what's the tiger's body shaking and the king's aura spreading, the heart of the spring girl secretly admiring, then think: Ah, it's really embarrassing, how could I have such thoughts... All that can be used are used up, but the actual strength is not in control. Although Xiao Qiang has three points of talent, holding a brick and asking who dares to despise him, if no one dares, of course, it's good, the problem is that even if someone doesn't take us seriously, we can't do anything about it, Li Shishi also learned self-defense techniques from Song Huizong's guards, in her words, just enough to fight back.

  I was born not so great, living particularly suffocating.

  I honestly and quietly walked with my third sister to the slope not far from the health clinic, looked down and saw Yan Jing Sheng sitting at the door of the health clinic with his head hung low in despair, surrounded by over ten people. I walked right up to his nose before he even recognized me, took a look and indeed his glasses were broken, the frame was still clutched in his hand. I called out to him and he slowly lifted his head, squinting his eyes and asked: "Is that Director Xiao?" As soon as I nodded, I was surrounded by those ten or so people, a burly man with a face full of scars grabbed my collar and roared: "Xiao, you've finally appeared, I've been searching for you everywhere!"

  I said: "What are you doing? I don't have a long-lost son."

  The strong man raised his fist and was about to hit me. My third sister smiled and said: "Let's talk it out, don't fight."

  The strong man pointed at her nose and said: "Get out of here, woman."

  It made me laugh, I was still worried that Fluffy Three wouldn't help me. This kid's words are really timely rain!

  San Niang's face still had a smile on it, and with one stretch of her hand, she flicked the big man's finger that was pointing at her to his wrist. The big man let out a miserable cry and bent down, clutching his waist. San Niang kicked him in the nose with one foot, then didn't care about the people around her who were watching or not, and with a few swift chops like chopping vegetables, she knocked five more men to the ground. This female bandit was fierce when fighting, and could be called the savior of the wheelchair factory.

  The remaining five or six people ran far away, and Hui San Niang didn't even bother to chase them. She stood with her hands on her hips and scolded: "You damn bastards, dare to look down on women!" I was sweating, this kind of language I wouldn't dare to utter easily. I followed suit, standing with my hands on my hips, pointing at the people lying on the ground and saying: "You guys should be grateful, this is because my third sister is soft-hearted, if you had met my third brother-in-law, you would have been done for." Unexpectedly, this sentence of flattery backfired, Hui San Niang grasped my ear and smiled sweetly: "Your meaning is that I'm not as good as him?"

  This woman is really ruthless and cruel, smiling in her mouth, but not showing any mercy with her hands. My ears were bleeding before she kicked me away. A woman like this, I, Xiao Qiang, don't dare to think about it. Xiao Feng is still somewhat better.

  These fifteen or sixteen people have been fighting with my people since morning, and now only one-third of them are left. I still don't know what it's all about. I sat next to Yan Jing Sheng and said: "Do you take off your glasses when you sleep every day?"

  "What? What's wrong?" Yan Jing Sheng blinked his eyes, looking up at the sky. Seeing him like that, I habitually thought of lying down and letting him give me a full-body massage.

  "I was puzzled and asked him a serious question: 'How did you find your glasses when you woke up?' I asked him the real thing: 'What's going on with these dozen or so people?'"

  Yan Jing-sheng bitterly smiled: "We've encountered recruitment thugs, this morning these dozen or so people dispersed to persuade our students to follow them, I went out to reason with them but no one listened to me, in the end they even smashed my glasses."

  These words made me feel deeply moved. Comrade Xiao Yan has only been with me for two days and has already suffered so much hardship, not only facing threats from bad people but also persisting in teaching under the condition of lacking guns and bullets, truly dedicating herself wholeheartedly to the students just like Principal Zhang said.

  I told him: "Next time something like this happens, let them take it away, best if they can."

  Yan Jing Sheng said in surprise: "How can that be, now those schools are all about making money and don't care about quality. These 300 students, as long as they're in my hands, not a single one can be missing, because I think highly of you, I feel you're someone who truly cares about them."

  "Don't praise me, I'm completely ignorant of history after the Southern Song Dynasty." Yan Jing Sheng just smiled without saying a word.

  I saw it wasn't going well and started to provoke this stubborn guy: "These students are really something, not to mention sending two people with you, if I didn't come, you would have gotten away with it."

  Yan Jing Sheng said with a warm face: "It's me who didn't let them come, whatever happens we teachers can handle it - by the way, that classmate Li Jing Shui has really good skills, but he tends to be a bit violent, those who were hit by him all had minor fractures."

  I helped him up and said to him: "You can feel your way back, next time something happens have that kid call me - what's the prescription for your glasses? I'll get you a pair made."

  At this time, the five bundles were beaten by Li Jing Shui and came out white. The doctor didn't have time to collect the bandages and clips, and the five of them were immediately knocked down by Hu San Niang. When these people came to the health room, they came with two supporting one, and when they left, one person supported two. Originally wanted to say a few harsh words, but after seeing the skin laughing and not smiling three sisters, they all ran away in a hurry.

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