Liu Ying'er and the old lady bought the vegetables, and Xue Xiang waited to put down the little girl, but the little girl hugged Xue Xiang's neck tightly and refused to let go.

"Beibei, be good, come down quickly and go home with grandma and ask uncle to buy vegetables." The old lady pulled the little girl's hand.

"No, I want my brother to hold him. My brother's arms are so warm. I don't want to walk. If you are with me, there is no bad guy who dares to bully Beibei." The little girl's nose wrinkled and her mouth clattered, and she spoke very quickly. Her childish voice was childish, her breasts were chubby, and she was pleasant and pleasant.

"Call uncle" the old lady corrected.

"It's the brother, not the uncle." Beibei shook his little hand and made a negative gesture.

Xue Xiang also liked this little girl very much. She touched her little head with her hand and smiled and said, "Brother, brother, go home with grandma quickly. Will you be fine next time you go to your house to play with you?"

"Brother is lying to others, you don't know where they live."

"Then you can tell your brother now."

"I live at No. 15, Hojo Street, Dongcheng District. My brother must remember to come to see Beibei."

"Okay, I'll write it down. Next time someone bullies you, you can report your brother's name, and your brother's name is Xue Xiang, remember it."

"Remember, next time my deskmate Xiao Ming pulls my braids, I will report my brother's name, which will scare him. Haha, brother, you must come to see me, let's hook him." Beibei was very happy to get Xue Xiang's name, and stretched out his fleshy little finger to hook him with Xue Xiang.

Xue Xiang was stunned for a moment and scratched his head. I really don't know how to explain it. His reputation may not shake Xiao Ming from Beibei's mouth. Liu Ying'er looked at it funny. You're still proud of you. You'll be verbally speaking. It turned out that he was Xue Xiang, a famous bad guy in Dongcheng. Humph, he was indeed the leader of a gangster. Liu Ying'er was a little proud of her foresight.

Xue Xiang stretched out his little finger and hooked Beibei, bent down and put down Beibei. With a pop, Beibei kissed her cheeks. The little girl smiled brightly, and Xue Xiang's heart was warm. Xue Xiang took off the fox fur scarf around her neck and wrapped it around Beibei's neck, and put a knot.

Liu Ying'er's eyes were confused for a moment. What kind of person is this? Sometimes she is young and shy, gentle and elegant, sometimes fierce and cruel, bloody and violent, and then she makes people feel warm and affectionate. It's so complicated! No matter what, she will never see you again in the future. Liu Ying'er drives away a touch of emotion in her heart.

Xue Xiang said goodbye to Beibei and spent some time. None of the three salesmen and the crowd behind dared to come up and urge him to make him hurry up.

Watching the three of them leave, Xue Xiang walked to the window, put the vegetable basket on the counter, grabbed all the tickets in his pockets and threw them to the ticket inspector. Then, he took out a shopping list, which was full of non-short dishes that were not required to be supplied by tickets. He then took out a tiger-skin wallet and handed them on it, and asked the girl responsible for collecting coins to pick them up by himself. The girl who inspected the ticket reported on the bill and the list: "100 kilograms of rice, 18 yuan, 4 taels of pork, 4 taels of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of four cents of white wine, 1 yuan, 2 cents of two cents of one cents of two cents of fresh fish, 3 cents of nine cents of three cents of…"

The girl settled for a while, pointed out thirty-four yuan from the tiger skin wallet, and handed it back to Xue Xiang. Just as she was looking for change, Xue Xiang waved her hand and said she would invite her to eat candy. The girl blushed. The salesman in charge of the roller was a long-faced man in his twenties, and was once a stubborn leader in the Dongcheng District. During the fight just now, he was also standing at the window to watch. He was already shocked by Xue Xiang's amazing force. Seeing that the other party suddenly became soft-written, he guessed that the person in front of him was the legendary third brother. Seeing that the master came, he immediately had a smile on his face, and he disappeared from the cold face and impatientness he had before.

The vegetables were picked fresh and the wine was picked up by a large bottle. Anyway, all the items were picked. When it came to cutting meat, the slender pork knife aimed at the fattest piece of pork belly and cut a large piece. Without weighing it, they put it in the small vegetable basket. Xue Xiang looked at the meat pieces, and thought it was too fat, frowned, and did not make a sound. He knew that it was impossible to pick out vegetables in the vegetable market. When selling meat, it was mostly good meat, and "bad meat" was sold. Most people in the past were short of oil and water. At this time, the good meat was the kind of pork belly fat meat with thin skin and thick fat. Few people were happy to want lean meat, so at this time there was a relative of a shipper who was far more happy than a relative who was an official.

When the long-faced man saw Xue Xiang frowned, he thought he was too little, so he immediately took the knife and cut off a large piece of fat, oily pork belly. Seeing this, Xue Xiang understood that the other party misunderstood and said to the long-faced man: "Do you have any pig's trotters? Give me one."

The girl who checked the ticket whispered: "Your meat tickets are not enough." After that, she looked at Xue Xiang carefully, for fear that the tall young man in front of her would attack her. She saw the situation of slapping someone in the face and cutting someone's fingers just now, and for a moment she regretted her excessive words.

Xue Xiang was about to say that he didn't have enough meat tickets, but the man with a long face was angry: "What are you talking nonsense? Third brother came to me to buy vegetables, to give me a face. Whether the tickets are enough, you can talk too much. I'll just fill it up." After scolding the girl who checked the tickets, he turned his head and adjusted his tone: "Third brother, don't bother with her. She is new and doesn't understand the rules."

The little girl's eyes were red when she was scolded, knowing that Dongzi was protecting herself. Xue Xiang was a little disgusted and shook her head and said, "Do you know me? It's okay, she is following the rules, but I've neglected it. Forget it, I don't want the pig's trotter."

"No, don't, third brother, you must give me some face, otherwise I can't make it through if this matter is reported." The man with a long face was anxious for a moment, and he didn't care about explaining how he knew Xue Xiang. He was afraid that he would not want it anymore, so he quickly took out a fat pig's trotter from the counter and stuffed it into Xue Xiang's vegetable basket. The pig's trotter was about seven or eight kilograms, and there was a large lump of lean meat hanging on the back of the pig's legs. The meat was dark red and the meat was moist, and it seemed fresh. The basket was a little short. Take out the egg wrapped in a flower cloth, and half of the pig's trotter was poked in. The man with a long face was really worried that Xue Xiang would not accept it. If the stubborn masters in Dongcheng knew that he dared not give face to his third brother, he would probably have to move his home out of Sijiu City to take refuge in the future.

Seeing that the man with a long face insisted on retracting the pig's legs, Xue Xiang did not feel pretentious and took out a big unity from his wallet and stuffed it into the man with a long face: "Thank you, buddy, I don't know your name yet."

"My name is Ding Weidong, just call me Dongzi." The man with a long face was ecstatic when he saw Xue Xiang accepting love and calling him brother. In the future, the third brother poked him behind him, and Dongcheng would not be left sideways in the future.

Ding Weidong didn't want to take Xue Xiang's money. He knew that he would do enough favors, but Xue Xiang had already stuffed it into his hand, so he was afraid that the third brother would be angry. But when he saw the third brother who was smiling and talking, he suddenly broke the finger. Xue Xiang's money given was far more than the value of pig's trotters, and even if he went to the black market to exchange meat tickets for it, there would be more surplus. Ding Weidong handed the money to the girl who collected the money and signaled her to find money with his eyes. Seeing this, Xue Xiang said, "It's too much, I'll ask you to smoke cigarettes. I'll be friends in the future. I'll be greeted if you have anything to do."

Upon hearing this, Ding Weidong was extremely excited and nodded repeatedly. Finally, he got into friendship with the third brother. The third brother was indeed as generous and generous as the one in the biography, but not as arrogant as the legend.

How could he know that Xue Xiang is now a complex of contradictory personality?

The small vegetable basket was already stuffed and the wind was not clear. Seeing this, Ding Weidong took out a 200-pound gray-yellow marijuana bag from the counter, packed the rice, flour, meat and vegetables purchased by Xue Xiang, and had a lot of items. The bag was barely tightened. Only eggs with floral cloth bags were left in the vegetable basket. If this was not easy to put in, it would easily be squeezed. Ding Weidong and the other two carried a corner of the marijuana bag and tried their best to put the marijuana bag on the counter.

"San brother, it's ready, it's all here. The rice and flour are at the bottom. I'll wrap the pork and fish separately in oil paper for you. It won't be scented. The macaque is too heavy. It will definitely be inconvenient for you to fight alone. Otherwise, I'll find someone to send it to you home." Ding Weidong patted the macaque and said, "Send things to you, Brother San, those kids are still making a fortune."

Although plastic bags have appeared and put into use in this year, they are not popular in major vegetable markets. People often carry vegetable baskets when buying vegetables, and oil paper is used for cabbage. Xue Xiangqing slapped his arm, grabbed the thorn, carried the bag down, held it in his hand, held the basket in his right hand, and said to Ding Weidong: "Thank you, I can do it, see you again." After that, he strode away.

When the business trio saw them groaning and then got the marijuana bag on the counter, Xue Xiang held it in his hand like a bundle of straw, everyone was shocked.

"He is so strong and looks good. Dongzi, why do you call him third brother? It seems that he doesn't know you yet." The coin collector asked, shaking Ding Weidong's arm.

"That's right, what kind of person is the third brother? This one in the stubborn circle, the name of Jun Songjiang is not self-proclaimed. It doesn't matter if I didn't recognize him before, but now I know him. This time, the third brother calls me a brother. Next time he meets Li Ergou and the others, he has to make a fuss in front of them. See if he dares to blow the thorns with me." Ding Weidong stretched out his thumb and shook his head and praised, as if he was boasting about Xue Xiang. He was also honored.

"Jun Song Jiang? Just look good. Why is Song Jiang hanging behind the character "Jun"? Song Jiang, I know, she is short and black. The person just now was tall and big and clean." The girl who checked the ticket said in confusion.

"You don't know this. Jun is talking about the third brother's appearance, Song Jiang is talking about loyalty, brothers, many friends, have you seen it? I am the third brother's brother. Have you never heard of 'Dongcheng timely rain, Beihai Hobaoyi'?" Ding Dong said contemptly, with a look on his face that you two were out.

"Oh, I remembered it. I seemed to have heard my brother say these two words. It was him. It seems that our little fan was moved and started to protect others before he could do anything!" The coin collector took over the conversation and led the war to the little girl who was checking the ticket.

"Sister Xiaojuan, you, you're too much. He just said that he would buy you candy for the remaining money. I don't know whose face was red." The girl named Xiaofaner blushed and fought back.

"Damn Nizi, I'll tell you to talk..."

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Chapter completed!