After leaving the cart shop, the two walked for nearly thirty miles in one breath. Then, they looked for some hay outside the village and made a floor.

Before going to bed, Zhao Jingzhi asked Wang Hong: "Are you planning to rob in a big car shop?"

Wang Hong was stunned for a moment and scratched his hair: "Not counting."

"Why doesn't it count?"

"I asked a few policemen to pay."

"Then you didn't give the police money?"

"I didn't take the policeman's life!"

"What logic is this?" Zhao Jingzhi said to him.

Wang Hong didn't know how his wife said this: "What are you doing with this?"

"I think what we can do when we go to the south. I find that you have the potential to be a robber."

"Hey, isn't this for you to take these two things?" Wang Hong cried out injustice!

"Then what do you want to do?"

Wang Hong thought about it and found that no matter what he did, his size was at a high school level. He just learned it for a while. He said, "What am I doing? I am also a knowledgeable intellectual, right? Isn't it okay to do something? At least there is no problem in supporting a family."

Zhao Jingzhi stared at Wang Hong's bright eyes, secretly guessed Wang Hong's thoughts and said, "I want to go out and do things too."

Wang Hong disagreed. He never thought of locking his wife at home. He just asked, "What do you want to do?"

Zhao Jingzhi whispered: "I want to be a primary school teacher." She shyly longed to teach a lot of boys and girls, and her children were also hers, all of whom were listening carefully to her lectures.

Wang Hong thought that it was good for his wife to be a female husband, so he teased her: "Then you have to prepare to eat chalk dust."

Seeing that Wang Hong had no idea of ​​not letting her do things, Zhao Jingzhi relaxed a little, so she told her what her parents said: "Dad said, when we return to Shanghai, let's finish the book first."

"Go back to study?" Wang Hong's eyes widened. He had thought about being a junior employee or a primary school teacher in the future, and even worse, he would go to a national martial arts museum as a coach, but he never thought about going back to study.

Zhao Jingzhi also wanted to go to college, but her grandmother and mother refused to let her go, saying that she would take care of her husband and children at home after she got married. This made her feel a little sad when she thought about it. She lowered her head and said, "Yes. I told you to go to college."

"Ah? Then where are you? Take care of your children at home?"

Zhao Jingzhi beat Wang Hong hard: "I want to study too, when will I give up on my child and when will I drop out of school."

Wang Hong took a breath, and his father-in-law asked him to learn more, be a cultural person, and be able to support his family.

He hugged his wife in his arms and expressed his thoughts: "I never thought about studying again, but I wanted to see the Chinese arts, like the author of this book, and those Chinese arts masters."

"Can national martial arts support the family?" Zhao Jingzhi was not sure whether national martial arts was an industry. Teaching knives can make money, but it was not as good as other jobs.

"Yes, it's a way to teach the knife before. There are other things that I know a little bit."

Whether it is a hangzi or a martial arts, there are indeed many ways to survive.

Ancient martial artists rarely lived on martial arts because the simple martial arts industry was not enough to ensure basic living ability.

There are eleven martial artists involved in the draft Qing history, and only two or three live by martial arts.

Most of the people who made a living by martial arts in the Ming and Qing dynasties were concentrated in escort businesses, guards, military and police, and disciples, and they could only have a full meal.

But in the Republic of China, after martial arts was changed to national martial arts, those who were able to find that national martial arts were very easy to find.

The mainstream of being a national martial arts teacher: the army can be a military instructor; the national martial arts classes are held from universities to primary schools, and the school can be a teacher; the national martial arts museums are open everywhere, and there are very few teachers; it is not a problem to open a national martial arts museum by yourself.

If you don’t want to be a teacher, there are more places to go.

Politicians need bodyguards; the police station lacks constable masters; those who are willing to lead troops will be guaranteed to go to military academy; it is easier to join the gang, just dare to fight and kill; the most common thing is to be a foreman in the gray area, docks, etc.

I think these are not satisfactory. The martial arts doctors are all good at preschooling the trauma department and they can sell herbs (there are other allusions, so I won’t mention them here).

It can be said that as soon as the Chinese martial arts was opened, the old trees opened up new branches, and the entire industry was booming.

If Wang Hong's name was spread to the south, he would choose whatever he wanted.

"Why don't you go to study?" Zhao Jingzhi wanted to know what her man was thinking.

"I'm afraid I can't sit down."

In this era, the purpose of reading was to have a pair of eyes that could see the truth clearly, so you should not be blind. Wang Hong had a wife and killed many Japanese people. He sat back and listened carefully, but he had no idea.

"Do you want to run around?" Zhao Jingzhi was a little afraid that Wang Hong would go to the north and left her at home.

"Go to Shanghai to inquire and find a few of the most famous ones to visit." Wang Hong saw his wife's disbelief look and quickly explained: "Don't be afraid that I will leave you behind, and take you with me and go together."

"Hmph! It sounds nice. Then I will take the kids at home, and you will take the one around to play."

As soon as the topic broke down, the two of them couldn't continue talking.

When it was dawn, the two of them ate the cold big cakes in the thermos and continued walking forward with the cold water in the thermos.

It was too cold, so the thermos was kept in the bag. At night, it was also cold. The big cakes brought by the cart shop did not match the hot soup with boiling water, and it was more like eating iron discus.

The two of them found a place to spend all night, and then entered Liaoyang early in the morning.

As soon as a breakfast stall was set up, the two of them ran over, ordered dozens of pancakes, and started drinking with the hot soup.

I had a good meal and drank it. I took the pancakes and ordered a small jar of pickles. I poured boiling water into the thermos and the soup. I grabbed a few pairs of chopsticks before I checked out and left.

But after walking a few steps, one person blocked the way.

This person is a martial arts instructor specially invited by the Japanese Liaoyang Gendarmerie, and is also a member of Xingyi.

The Japanese took a fancy to his kung fu and hired him half-forced and half-invited. It was precisely because of his high martial arts that when the Japanese army later occupied Peking, some senior officials went to find his master. But his master was very kind and ignored the Japanese.

He ran out to practice boxing early in the morning and actually met Wang Hong and the others.

This is not because he has good eyesight. As long as he knows the wanted orders of Wang Hong and Zhao Jingling, he will be able to recognize them carefully after looking at their bags with dust on their backs.

The man stopped in front and said to the two, "You are Wang Hong, she is Zhao Jingzhi."

Then he fisted: "The Fengtian Kingdom Museum is my brother. We are all Shang Yunxiang's apprentices. My name is Xing Jianhou. The military police team here is a martial arts instructor."

When Zhao Jingzhi heard the words of the military police, she immediately took out her pistol.

Xing Jianhou shook his hand and said, "If I want to inform you, I will turn around when I see you. I heard my nephew pass the message and said that your swordsmanship is very good and happened to see you. I want to make friends with you through martial arts."
Chapter completed!