Sleep is extremely precious for a servant. Xiaowen, who has been working hard for a day, slept tremendously in the woodshed.

Suddenly, he felt a shaking and woke up in a daze. As his vision became clear, a big white flour bun gradually appeared in front of him.

Suddenly, the saliva was in vain. As soon as she woke up from her sleep, Xiaowen thought it was a dream. Dreams like this have appeared countless times, which is an unacceptable reality.

"Eat!" It was the steamed bun handed over by Fu Xiaowa.

"It's a real steamed bun, not a dream, I'm not a dream!" Xiaowen took the steamed bun happily and quickly touched it. The softness and warmth of the hand were real. This is a real steamed bun. The faint fragrance of the steamed bun was spreading in the hollow, making people covet it. Only then did he remember to ask, "Brother Xiaowa, where did you get the steamed bun?"

"I bought it, I bought two of them for selling firewood that day, and I will share them with you!"

"Thank you, Brother Xiaofrog!" Xiaowen held the steamed bun in both hands and bit it down in big mouthfuls. The taste in the dream really appeared in his mouth. The steamed bun was like a delicious food on earth for the leftover rice.

"Brother Xiaowa, why don't you eat it?" Xiaowen found that Fu Xiaowa was watching him eat it.

"Oh, I've eaten it!" Fu Xiaowa smiled.

This little lie made Xiaowen believe so easily.

After a short sleep, it was already midnight. At this time, I had to get up to catch up with the kitchen's firewood supply the next day. The task of this day was still well completed, and the kitchen's firewood supply was sufficient.

After morning in the kitchen, it is a rare rest time for two people. They can rest for an hour or two before starting the supply of firewood at noon.

The sun shines brightly in winter, and it falls on every corner of the martial arts hall. The snow has not melted yet, and the cold has penetrated into people's bones. On the martial arts field, stone locks, wooden stakes, sandbags and other weapons are arranged in an orderly manner. The junior apprentices in the martial arts hall are trying their best to greet them, and the boxer next to them is pointing one by one.

If you don’t have a master’s teaching, you will take many detours to practice by yourself. There is only one junior boxer, and the surname is Chen, who is a martial artist hired from the Tai'an Martial Arts Hall. This boxer has been teaching in the museum for many years, and has countless apprentices, and has a lot of experience in introductory teaching of new apprentices.

If you have solid basic skills, you can enter the next stage of learning, and the master boxer personally teaches the beginners of the Changhen Fist. After the advancement, the martial arts practice field is indoors, with special places to teach and practice.

Nowadays, all the people in the martial arts are new apprentices. Most of these apprentices are children as old as Fu Xiaowa. They have to start practicing martial arts from an early age, especially the body's resilience, which can only be shaped when they were young.

In the martial arts field, these children are pressing their legs, practicing somersaults, and hitting sandbags. Perhaps in one or two years, they will be qualified to practice the Everlasting Sorrow Fist.

Fu Xiaowa and Xiaowen were lying on the pile of firewood beside the martial arts field. The two of them were familiar with the martial arts hall. Every day, the apprentices shouted at the martial arts field. Such days were calm, boring, and fulfilling.

The two were watching with relish. At this time, a group of children practicing martial arts found the two of them, and the boxer was not there.

"Look at those two beggars, throw them away, throw them away!" Suddenly a child shouted. These children were all children from rich families, and they were naughty by nature. One of them started to make a fuss, and the other children picked up stones on the ground and smashed them at the two people.

"The beggars, I'll kill you, hahaha!" A group of children were so excited.

The stones flew over the sky, and Xiaowen and Xiaowen hurriedly ran away with their heads in their arms, which gave the children greater fun. The children were thrown away, which may be a little fun embellishment of their bored martial arts life here. But for Xiaowen and Xiaowen, it was a disaster from the sky. Xiaowen and Xiaowen were immediately bleeding and covered in wounds.

"Oh, it hurts!" At the kitchen door, Xiaowen covered the big bag on his head, and Fu Xiaowa also had a blue nose and a swollen face. He held a snowball to help Xiaowen rub the big bag on his head.

"Hold on!"

"Brother, are we bullied like this? No, I want to teach these bad guys a lesson!" Xiaowen said angrily.

"It's better to hide and don't provoke them!"

"If I could learn those skills, I would definitely teach them a lesson!" Xiaowen couldn't swallow his breath.

"Don't be angry, have lunch, and I have to continue working in the afternoon!"

"Um!"

Needless to say, the lunch that Fu Xiaowa mentioned was the lunch that two people brought back, which was difficult to swallow, and they didn't even eat pigs and mixed with bran. Xiaowen looked at the terrible thing and couldn't help but sigh.

"Give it, there is still a steamed bun, you can eat it!" Fu Xiaowa took out a big white steamed bun from under the pile of firewood.

"Brother, don't you only have two steamed buns?" Xiaowen looked at the steamed buns and then looked at Xiaofrog. If he remembered correctly, Fu Xiaofrog could only afford two steamed buns.

Fu Xiaowa smiled and said, "I am used to eating this bran rice, you can eat this steamed bun,"

Xiaowen didn't know why he was so jealous, and tears always came out in dissatisfaction. He trembled: "Why?"

"What and why?"

"Why?" Xiaowen stared at Fu Xiaowa with tears in his eyes, and the same words were still said in his mouth.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Take it and eat it!" Fu Xiaowa smiled and stuffed the steamed buns into Xiaowen.

"Why?" Xiao Wen trembled with his hands, holding the steamed bun, with a squeak in his voice.

"You kid are so confused?" Fu Xiaowa pretended to touch Xiaowen's forehead.

"Why should we be so kind to me?" Tears rolled in Xiaowen's eyes, like a flood that was about to burst.

"Because..." Fu Xiaowa's smile settled down and became serious, and it was a simple reason that hit people's hearts like a bell: "You are my brother!"

This was the simplest and most solemn promise at the time, which washed away Xiaowen's heart like a flood.

"Brother!" Xiaowen's tears broke through, and he threw himself into Fu Xiaowa's arms and cried loudly. The word "Brother" had been deeply imprinted in his heart.

Often, the two brothers will be thrown away by the children in the martial arts hall, and they will have nowhere to hide. The boring life of these children in the martial arts hall requires these two beggars to have fun.

On this day, the two brothers were rubbing big bags with bruised noses and swollen faces.

Manager Hu saw these two slutty servants, not only did not annoy the children's behavior, but instead smiled contemptuously: "Look at your virtues, like two stray dogs, can you make a good fortune?"

The two of them had nothing to say, they could only rub the wound.

"If you are beaten up, you won't be beaten back. You are really a coward!"

"Hu, Hu, it's wrong to beat people!" Fu Xiaowa said tremblingly.

"Look, is this what a man said?" Manager Hu was as fat as a pig, and he spoke in a very manly manner: "Beat, if you win the beating, I'll give you steamed buns!"

The two words "mantou" are like a spell surrounding the hearts of two children.

"Mantou, if you win, you will have steamed buns to eat..." The two of them were distracted and recited this sentence and returned to the woodshed.

Neither of them slept well that night.

The next day, the group of children were used to finding Fu Xiaowa and Xiaowen at the door of the woodshed, shouting happily, picking up the stone and throwing it away.

"I'll fight with you!" Xiaowen shouted and rushed towards the group of children. Xiaofrog could not stop him. In order to protect Xiaowen, he had to rush over together.

This sudden abnormal action first made the children stunned for a moment. They immediately reacted and picked up the stones and threw them even more violently. Before Fu Xiaowa and Xiaowen rushed to the front, they were already smashed to run away with their heads in their arms.

Two guys with bruised noses and swollen faces appeared at the kitchen door again. Manager Hu still smiled at them in disdain. Without saying a word, the two of them took them back and were still leftover food to pretend to be bran.

In the woodshed, the two brothers were still discussing, and Xiao Wen said: "What should I do? Don't say I beat them, I can't even get close to me now!"

"No, we must be able to dodge the stone!" Bo Xiaowa decided.

At night, under the dark street lights, Fu Xiaowa nodded.

Xiaowen Group got a lot of snowballs, and then threw them at Fu Xiaowa. Fu Xiaowa began to practice catching or dodging. Fu Xiaowa often did cool labor, had good physical fitness, and was good at strength and speed. After practicing for a while, he asked Xiaowen to change it to stone.

If you practice more or less, you will always be hit by some stones. After practicing for a few days, Fu Xiaowa also had some green and purple purple body. For some reason, Xiaowen practiced very quickly. After practicing for a long time, Fu Xiaowa couldn't even hit Xiaowen even a single stone.

The appearance of the two naturally attracted the children. Bo Xiaowa and Xiaowen looked at each other, nodded each other, and rushed forward together. ```````````````

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