Chapter 7:

Bai Shiqi was worried all the way, for fear that Zhao Wujiu was selfless, and grabbed the law to prevent her from trafficking along the way. As a result, this person was probably troubled by leg problems and did not mention it at all.
She pushed Zhao Wujiao off the boat and turned around for the first time. The next day she saw the miserable situation of Zhao Ziheng's horse stance, and she was searched for by Shu Changfeng: "Young Master Bai, can you please push me? The master is spinning outside?"
At that time, the water boat was sailing smoothly on the canal, and Bai Shiqi didn't quite understand what he meant: "Where to go around? The water boat does not dock today."
Shu Changfeng smiled eagerly: "Since my master has suffered from a leg problem, he has not even been willing to leave the door. He seems to be in a much better mood when he came back yesterday, so..." The guards have become accustomed to obeying orders. They disobeyed His Highness King Zhou's wishes and didn't have the courage, so they hit Bai Shiqi with their idea.
"What good is it for me?" Bai Shiqi kicked Zhao Ziheng's stiff calf muscles with his toes, causing him to scream, "It hurts..."
Shu Changfeng: "..."
No matter what Shu Changfeng thinks, Bai Shiqiu, as long as Zhao Wujiu does not come to her troubles, she is also a beautiful young man with self-esteem, if not necessary, of course she doesn't like to face a cold and alienated face from time to time. She squatted down and slapped her palms together, patted and kneaded Zhao Ziheng's left calf muscles, and ignored his howling, until she felt the muscles under her palms softer: "Get up and try."
The guards under Zhao Wujiu's hands practiced Zhao Ziheng's tactics with extreme brutality. After a few days of striding, they began to teach him to practice boxing. For Zhao Ziheng, who was delicate and expensive since he was a child, he did not even use a needle. The severity of the reaction is very tragic physically.
He always suspects that the whole body bones that he has been trained by are falling apart. He walks and squats as if dragging a pile of crumbling parts. He can fall off a forearm or an arm at any time. The worst thing is that every muscle in his body hurts. , His belly seemed to have been stolen off a large piece. When Bai Shiqi was making trouble, he laughed twice before holding his belly with a distorted expression—it hurts so much.
Let alone the muscles of the limbs, the external skin is intact, but the inside is painful for no reason. It seems that there is a pile of minced meat under the intact skin. When walking, the minced meat rubs against each other and hurts more. He described his pain as "just so much torture", but Zhao Wujiu taught him a lesson: "Where is the pampered man like a man without exercise on weekdays?!"
Zhao Ziheng said stupidly, "I can't worry about whether I'm a man or not. I can prove that I'm not a girl in Kyoto!"
He admitted in a disguised form that he was very romantic outside, which made Zhao Wujiu almost intolerable, so the morning exercise not only extended the time, but also doubled the intensity, "to vent his excess energy"-Zhao Wujiu's original words are That said.
In the meantime, Bai Shiqi used his identity as the owner of the ship to cleverly avoid Zhao Ziheng's morning exercise time, pinching points every day to appear on the scene after his exercise, and laughed at his good brother by the way.
At this moment, Zhao Ziheng, who was paralyzed on the deck, gritted his teeth and stood up and walked for two steps. He obviously felt that the left calf that had been ravaged by his good brother was much more comfortable, and the symptoms of soreness and stiffness were greatly alleviated, and he was immediately surprised: "Come here. , Give the uncle thump the right calf too, you will be rewarded for what you do!"
Bai Shiqi squatted down to ravage his calf, and raised his head flatly in Zhao Ziheng's sour and cool cry: "Uncle, I beg you!"
Shu Changfeng: This pair of faceless friends!
Suddenly he was blessed to his soul and found another way to communicate with Bai Shiqi: "Young Master Bai, if you can push my master to blow the air every day, we can actually negotiate the reward."
Bai Seventeen: "How hurt is it to talk about silver? Why don't we start the game and sell the size?"
Zhao Ziheng enthusiastically signed up for the participation: "Count me one, count me one! Ouch, you're a little... a little lighter! Come and rub your thighs." The boat trip is boring, and the cousin has been tortured enough, so find a few people to play with. It’s also good to pass the time.
Bai Shiqi summoned the passing worker: "A Wu, go to the kitchen and get a rolling pin."
In the cabin, Zhao Wujiu heard the noise on the deck outside, and Zhao Ziheng's screams were loud and loud, and he felt like he was struggling before he died. He pushed the wheelchair to the window and saw a scene that surprised him from a distance.
Bai Shiqi carried a stick and repeatedly beat Zhao Ziheng's thigh in different places. Zhao Ziheng screamed and jumped and screamed, but he remained in place and was beaten honestly. It was strange and weird.
It's a bit far apart, especially the cabin is on the highest floor on the ship, and the deck is lower than the top cabin. Except for Zhao Ziheng's screams, I can't hear the others.
A quarter of an hour later, the door of the cabin was knocked open, and Bai Shiqi appeared in front of him with a bright smiling face. He couldn't help but push the wheelchair: "The autumn light is just right outside. What's the point of my cousin being bored in the room alone? So, why don’t we go to the deck to take a look at the scenery. We have organized a ring competition, and my cousin please be sure to appreciate it!"
Zhao Wugui thought: What the is this slick kid doing?
He asked: "Why did you beat Ziheng just now?"
Bai Shiqi said nonsense: "His skin is itchy, and he will be honest with a beating. It is not convenient for me to see my cousin, so I did it for him."
Zhao Wujiu: Only when you believe in you are ghosts!
A large area has been marked out on the deck at this moment, and the idle personnel on the ship have been summoned. Uncle Guan banged a broken gong and announced: "It is still the old rules. Everyone will practice. If you win, you will get a reward! Today, there are fellow guests on the boat who are also willing to participate. Go to Mr. Yunping to register for the number plate and see which project you are willing to participate in?"
Zhao Ziheng muttered to himself: "Mr. Yunping? The one who wrote the book?"
A crowd of people roared over, covering up his interrogative sound, and also encumbering him to the front of the station.
There was a number station on the deck side, and a young man with a vincent appearance carried a bald pen and greeted with dimly drunken eyes: "Come here and register." It was probably Mr. Yunping.
Qiu Yunping was drunk and dreaming of death on the boat for a long time, just like a divine retreat. Just now, he was dug out from the bed and dragged to the deck to work on the deck. He was still yawning and had a hangover before he woke up. He was dissatisfied with seeing Bai Shiqi. He shouted from afar: "Seventeen, come here."
Bai Shiqi pushed Zhao Wujiu over, and someone let him go straight to the front of the station. She smiled and said, "Qiu Yunping, are you awake?" He told him, "I haven't drunk too much recently, otherwise no one will host the way. Ring match."
Qiu Yunping was deeply suspicious: "Seventeen, why do you drink like me, but you are in good spirits? You can't drink white water?"
Bai Shiqi couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't rely on me if you drink badly."
These days, Shu Changfeng didn't try to catch her, but it turned out that she was lying in the bottom cabin and drinking with Qiu Yunping every night to check the accounts of the trip. And not idle.
Zhao Wujiu felt as if he had heard the three words "Qiu Yunping" before, and his eyes swept across Shu Changfeng. The latter was very surprised when he saw Bai Shiqi pushing his master out for a walk. The master Bai didn't know. After eating something, he was so courageous to turn a blind eye to His Royal Highness Zhou's cold face and refusing eyes to push people out for a walk again and again.
Anyway, it’s a good thing to let my master come out to blow the air and don’t get bored. Shu Changfeng is determined to stop worrying about this matter. Hearing the words "Qiu Yunping" again is even more shocking and accepts his master’s question. The look in his eyes couldn't help but excitedly asked: "Qiu Yunping...but that Mr. Yunping who wrote the book?"
Bai Shiqi's reaction was dull: "Oh, Qiu Yunping seems to have written so many broken books without doing his job."
There are rumors that Qiu Yunping is a down-and-out scholar, but he has a magical pen. He has written several chivalrous books with ups and downs. They are very popular. Many theater troupes and storytellers sang everywhere and gradually became famous, in the words of later generations. He is a best-selling author who tells a good story. He is a superb dog with broken chapters. His "Let's listen to the next time decomposition" suffocates the appetite of readers. He is the favorite of the storytellers, and the listeners linger. go with.
Although Shu Changfeng and others are far away in the frontier, every time they follow Zhao Wujiu back to Beijing, they hear Mr. Yunping’s story in the city, which greatly relieves the suffering of the frontier fortress, and they admire Mr. Yunping’s brains very much. , Even Zhao Wujiu had been told by the guards.
"Mr. Yunping? Really Mr. Yunping?!"
Shu Changfeng and the guards around him all greeted Qiu Yunping, expressing their admiration.
Qiu Yunping was very happy: "You are all participating? Come and see what event you want to participate in?" From the side, he took out the rules of the event with frayed edges and frayed edges and handed it over: "The registration fee of 50 yuan per person will be paid first."
Shu Changfeng and his guards: "..." The idol image was instantly disillusioned.
"Do you have to pay for the competition?"
Qiu Yunping smiled kindly: "This is also what we mean by the little helper. She said that only by paying the registration fee can she go all out to participate in the competition, because there are high prizes and bonuses behind, everyone has a chance."
Zhao Wugui: How many strange theories does this kid have?
He asked: "Why is Qiu Yunping on your boat?" He finally dug out this life peace from the depths of his mind.
Bai XVII: "My accountant, my cousin may not know that it is very cumbersome to take care of the accounts. Qiu Yunping is just a wine jar and a string of money. It would be more appropriate to ask him." Of course the process of inviting him was hidden.
At this moment, Qiu Yunping shook his bald pen to register, and a kid next to him moved out of the box to collect money, and another kid issued number plates, and instructed the first-time guests: "Be careful not to confuse the number plates. The color of each number plate is different."
Zhao Ziheng squeezed over and wanted to say a few words to Mr. Yunping before he asked excitedly: "Is that Mr. Yunping?"
Qiu Yunping confessed happily: "Yes, that's me, the one who wrote the book. Do you want to participate in all of the princes? A total of 500 yuan."
Zhao Ziheng didn't even read the rules and regulations of the competition. He dumbly took out the money, holding a bunch of number plates and squeezing it out, with a suspicious sleepwalking smile on his lips.
Bai Shiqi was dumbfounded: "Ziheng, you know how to pour water?"
Zhao Ziheng came back to his senses: "Huh? No."
She pointed to one of the number plates painted in red: "Then how do you sign up to participate in Fushui?" She was quite sympathetic: "And...you have to fish in the river."
Zhao Ziheng smiled stupidly: "Mr. Yunping asked me to participate."
The author has something to say: I saw a baby under the young marshal's message saying that I crossed...you must not know that I have been a horse these few days!
On the first day when I broke the watch... my parents had no warning... drove me half a pig from the countryside, half of which was nearly two hundred catties.
It's hard to buy local pork now, and it's rare to get it, so the two families bought one together and stored it to eat slowly.
They went back that day, leaving me to fight with half a pig.
A handful of bitter tears.
Have you heard of the Northwestern's winter? Similar to the Northeast, I can pickle sauerkraut and bacon...So I have been busy fighting this half of the local pork these days, cutting and marinating...For the first time in my life, I have broken down half a local pig by nearly two hundred. Jin Rou... The key is that this week I have to go to school four times a day to pick up the little monster to go to school in the morning, at night and in the evening. She can't ride the bike by herself, and I have to deliver it. With three meals a day, she is exhausted and she doesn't even want to open the computer.
Well, after the storage of supplies is finished, I will get up the code word early this morning.
The babies are less handsome in the afternoon. In the evening, I give red envelopes. There are also red envelopes in this chapter. There are red envelopes for messages with ten words. All the previous ones will be made up tonight.