Wearing a pair of old-fashioned sneakers and sporting a middle-parted haircut, Wang Huren knew that in a place like the SD bar, it wasn't impossible to find a young girl to have a primitive conversation with. However, he needed to change his outfit first. Old hand Xiao Mei had already said it out loud: in Shanghai, no matter which bar you go to, wearing a gray wool sweater with trousers is not going to attract anyone except for prostitutes. Chen Ergou and Wang Jiefang had never seen Wang Huren show any intention of changing his hairstyle, stubbornly sticking to his outdated middle-parted look, paired with a face that looked at least ten years older than he actually was. He looked like a lecherous middle-aged man making a fool of himself among young girls. Wang Huren didn't seem to care about being laughed at; every day, apart from smoking and drinking, he would flip through the yellowed papers in his pocket. The biggest difference between him and Zhang Shengli was that the latter's greatest motivation was to visit the pink hair salons on the outskirts of town once a week, using cheap paper towels to clean up afterwards. Wang Huren wouldn't do that; he never spent 70 or 80 yuan to humiliate himself with others. It wasn't that he couldn't afford it - his pockets may have been empty, but he always had just enough for his daily needs. Moreover, if he wanted those few copper coins, he would have made a fortune digging up ancestral graves years ago. So even if one day he got the urge to play with Shanghai's most expensive chicks, he might be able to afford it. But he thought it was better to save that experience for his wife. Chen Ergou looked more honest and simple than Wang Huren, but Wang Huren knew that in the future, Chen would definitely have more affairs than him.

  The world is so big, there are three thousand weak waters, and I, King Hu, only take a ladle of it to drink.

  Unfortunately, Wang Hu remained at the SD bar for two or three months, but not a single woman with a decent appearance could see through his **** exterior and discover his pure nature. So, until today, he is still wandering alone around the dance pool, wearing a security uniform, smoking a cigarette, with an eyesore as usual.

  Wang Huren's eyelid has been twitching all day, which is something that hasn't happened in a long time. This phenomenon has occurred several times before when he dug up his ancestors' graves, and each time something big happened. Just now, Zhang Shengli came running from A Mei restaurant to find Chen Erdou, saying that an old acquaintance had brought Hei Bao to Shanghai. Chen Erdou, who was chatting with a group of middle-aged uncles in the bar, immediately ran out to meet him. Wang Huren thought it wouldn't be a big deal, but if something really happened at the bar, he would rather die than get Chen Erdou involved again. Last time, thanks to Chen Fugui's timely appearance, the situation was resolved, but who knows if they still have such good luck? He had his fortune told by Wang Jiefang, and it seems that this guy is destined to live a long life, so he doesn't worry about him dying anytime soon. As for others, whether they live or die is not his concern. Wang Huren leaned against the railing of the dance floor, watching the scene unfold.

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  The Zhang family village has a tradition of raising guard dogs that has been passed down for generations. Every time the mother dog is about to die, she gives birth to two puppies, one male and one female, without fail. The guard dogs do not belong to individual villagers, but twenty years ago they became the exclusive hunting dogs of the Chen family, who were outsiders in Zhangjiashan village. The mother of the white bear and black leopard died fourteen years ago. In that era, two guard dogs followed Chen Ergou's grandfather and were named "Qing Niu" and "Hua Hu". When they came into Chen Ergou's hands, the white bear was said by the oldest man in the village to be the bravest dog in Zhangjiashan, daring to chase and bite anything, whether it was a northeast tiger or a wild boar king. Unfortunately, he died young, and the whole village felt sorry for Chen Ergou, the number one mad dog of Zhangjiashan.

  He brought the black dog from the remote and poor village in Northeast China's Heilongjiang province to Shanghai, a cosmopolitan city filled with pampered pets. The person who did this was just a child, and it seemed that only a child with an abnormal mind could do such an unreasonable thing - bringing a country dog from the far north all the way to the south.

  The first time Chen Er Gou saw the child and the black dog, they were squatting in front of Ah Mei's restaurant. The child was someone he knew, one of the few outsiders in Zhangjiacun who had always followed him around like a shadow that couldn't be shaken off. The boy looked very much like a girl, which might have been an advantage in the big city, but not in the eyes of the rough men in Zhangjiacun.

  The child's appearance was thanks to his mother, a woman from a nearby town who had been sold to Heilongjiang by human traffickers. She was beautiful and looked younger than Chen Er Gou's wife when she was young. The child's father, Zhang Laiwang, had spent over 4,000 yuan on her, which was the savings of a lifetime for someone from Zhangjiacun.

  When she arrived in Zhangjiacun, she was already disheveled and the villagers knew that Zhang Laiwang must have taken advantage of her on the way. The villagers also guessed that this woman wasn't a virgin, but they understood that it would be unrealistic to expect a beautiful woman like her to give herself to Zhang Laiwang for the first time.

  However, after a day, Zhang Laiwang was even more unhappy because he discovered that his new wife was an idiot who only knew how to smile foolishly at people. But he didn't plan on returning her or asking for a refund. At night, when they lay in bed together, she became the most charming woman in Zhangjiacun.

  Zhang Laiwang felt a sense of accomplishment every time he heard the sound of animals outside his window, and he worked extra hard to make his wife happy. He thought that if he could have a son with her, it would be worth dying for. And indeed, she gave birth after only eight months, which implied something that didn't need to be said.

  The day after the child was born, the woman who only knew how to smile stupidly didn't smile anymore. She walked to the Egunna River and drowned herself. No matter how beautiful a woman is, her corpse won't look good after being soaked in water for a long time. For Zhangjiacun, who had no heart or lungs and couldn't stand others being good, her arrival was just giving Zhang Laiwang the biggest green hat, and her departure made them lose their fun of squatting at the corner of the wall and eavesdropping at midnight. No one cried for her, not even Zhang Laiwang, let alone others. This man simply buried this nominal wife hastily and then became the second drunkard after Old Chen, and that's it. He died suddenly, vomiting and foaming at the mouth, lying on the ground with convulsions. That day, a local doctor happened to be out of town, and he left quickly. His child, who was only 7 or 8 years old and not his own, stood by and stared at him, making outsiders think that this child was not looking at his father, but at a dead pig being boiled in a hot water bucket. So Zhangjiacun didn't like this child, just like they didn't like Chen Erdou, thinking they were both outsiders, and outsiders were all white wolves, unreliable. Therefore, the whole Zhangjiacun had an instinctive hostility towards Chen Erdou, who liked to bite people and was good at playing black fists and hitting dumb sticks, as well as the child behind him, calling them a big mad dog and a little stupid dog.

  The name of the little fool was still taken by Chen Ergou, because Chen Ergou was the most cultured person in the village. He didn't dare to be careless about such things, so he looked up the Xinhua Dictionary for half a day and finally came up with "Zhang Sanqian" after consulting with Chen Fugui. At that time, Zhang Laiwang, who was drunk, agreed without saying much. For some reason, this child liked to stick to Chen Ergou after growing up. No matter how he was beaten or scolded, he would grab onto Chen Ergou's sleeve and not let go. After Chen Ergou and Fugui went into the mountains, this little kid liked to stand at the door with his mother waiting for them to come back. No matter how hard Chen Ergou's mother tried to persuade him, this child wouldn't eat at their house. Chen Ergou was very curious about how this child had managed to raise himself after his parents died.

  Cheap life, not allowed to die with dignity, this is Chen Ergou's greatest feeling over the years. Life doesn't distinguish between nobility and baseness? That's a purely nonsense saying, those are just people who haven't suffered standing and talking without any pain, or rather, lying down in comfort.

  If I'm not mistaken, Zhang Sanqian is already 11 years old this year. He's thin and dark-skinned from being sunburned, with only his feminine-looking face showing off his delicate features. He squats outside Ah Mei's restaurant, dragging his cheeks and staring wide-eyed at the people coming and going. If this kid can survive to this day without being driven to death by life, then it's not impossible for him to bring Black Panther to Shanghai either.

  The black dog saw Chen Erdog, wagging its tail and rushing over. Chen Erdog couldn't wait to hold the guy in his arms, with a bright smile on his face, squatting down to touch its head. Zhang Sanqian also ran over, squatting beside them and shouting: "Uncle San."

  The Zhang family all shared the same surname, except for the Chen family, who were different. As a result, no one wanted to associate with them or become relatives. Only Zhang Sanqian would occasionally address Chen Erdou as "Third Uncle" according to their vague generational relationship. Chen Erdou looked at the pale and thin child with a mixture of emotions in his heart, but his face showed no sympathy. Instead, he said indifferently: "Are you hungry? Bring out Hei Bao, I'll treat you to a meal, arrange for a place for you to stay, and consider it repayment. From now on, neither of us owes the other anything."

  Zhang San nodded repeatedly, gazing deeply at Chen Erdou with concern in his eyes, as if afraid that this uncle who walked sideways in Zhangjiacun would be bullied by city people.

  Although it was just a glance, Zhang Sanqian's messy hair was more pitiful than Wang Hu's head full of hair gel. With a face covered in dust, this child who looked and sounded so delicate was no different from a beggar. If he were from the city, who wouldn't treat him like a treasure? Chen Er's expression remained calm as he rubbed Zhang Sanqian's head, stood up, furrowed his brow, and said: "First, let's take you to get a haircut, or else outsiders will think that Uncle San is neglecting you."

  "Third Uncle, I'm so tired, I really can't walk anymore."

  Zhang Sanqian looked pale and tired, his face a picture of exhaustion. Chen Erdou's excitement and enthusiasm had been replaced by an irresistible drowsiness. The bumpy and perilous journey to Shanghai had taken its toll on him, who had never left Zhangjiashan before, like a bow that had been stretched taut for half a month, finally relaxed, his stubborn willpower completely collapsed, he sat down on the ground with a thud.

  Chen Ergou pulled him to the foot of the wutong tree, and after sitting down, he let the child rest his head on his knee. He soon fell fast asleep. The black leopard, which seemed to have a deep affection for the child, stood guard beside them. Chen Ergou lowered his head and gazed at the pale, delicate face, sighed, and leaned against the wutong tree. He recalled that Fu Gui had mentioned that Grandfather Zhang had said something interesting about this child: "Although the stripes of a tiger or leopard have not yet formed, they already possess the aura of devouring an ox." This was the old man's prediction for the child before he turned fourteen. As for what would happen afterwards, Fu Gui said that Grandfather Zhang did not say anything. The old man had initially given him the name Zhang Bahai, but later, when Zhang Laiwang really had a child, Chen Ergou thought "Bahai" was too lacking in grandeur, so he changed it to "Sanqian".

  Zhang Sanqian.

  There is already an atmosphere of eating beef.

  Chen Ergou curled his lip, this remark had a deeper meaning.

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