When drinking in China, it often happens that two people from different regions argue with red faces and thick necks, "We here are fierce people, and you are not good at it." But because of this matter, there are very few fights. They can argue for a while, but If you want to elevate this kind of regional dispute to a comparison between countries, it will be different.
Our group of people are second-rate, and they are also Chinese. I said prostitutes. Zhang Ben couldn't bear it and said nothing. Now he talks about men being useless, and Zhang Ben can't stand it, because he is a man. .
"I'm not bragging. Last time I went to China, a male waiter was beaten by a prostitute in a KTV... Your domestic environment has worn away the blood of Chinese men. Look at it. We..." Yi Er continued, not noticing Zhang Ben's expression.
"You fucking compare people who use their brains with people who use their feet. Is this fair? Our place is stable and prosperous, and the laws are strict. Do you think everyone is like you, because even two acres of land can fight a war?" Zhang Ben pinched El's neck and said.
"Bang."
El smashed his wine glass on the table, stood up unsteadily, and asked, "What do you mean?"
"What the hell do you mean?" Zhang Ben also stood up, glanced at Yi Er and said: "This is a little wine for you to drink. You won't finish it when you get up, and you will keep chatting. What are you doing with these useless things? "
"...Don't yell at me."
"Go, go, go, I won't fucking drink with you."
Zhang Ben was so annoyed that he reached out and pushed Yi Er. He turned around and took away the stool to leave. Who knew that silly Yi Er was so drunk that he was so drunk that Zhang Ben pushed him and his legs were stuck on the chair. He fell to the ground and the chair hit his mouth, causing his teeth to bleed.
"I'm going to fuck you,."
Yi Er touched his mouth randomly, then jumped up with a yelp, stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Ben's collar, gritted his teeth and cursed: "You're a fucking outsider, why are you pretending to be a big boss?"
"Send it away."
"Apologise," Yier scolded with a hint of ink.
"I said, you're fucked."
Zhang Ben, who couldn't bear it for a long time, raised his head, bumped his forehead against Yi Er's nose with a loud bang, stretched out his hand to pull his hair, jumped up and punched his face twice.
Everyone was shocked and came over to start a fight. Zhang Ben thought that he was going to get scolded anyway, so he would definitely get scolded when he went back, so he might as well give Yier a good beating.
But Yi Er was not small, much stronger than Zhang Ben, and had rich experience in hand-to-hand combat. The two fell to the ground and began to fight.
"Stop fighting,, stop fighting."
Cha Ji led the people around him to start a fight. Zhang Ben's lip was opened by Yi Er, and it was bleeding. He threw away his arms and cursed: "Get up, fuck you. Yi Yi, I may not be able to do it." I'll pass you, but if you stab me, I'll fucking kill you."
"Peng,."
Zhang Ben knew that he might not be able to beat Yi Er, and would be easily injured if he continued, so he grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it on Yi Er's head.
"Do not fight."
Chaji yelled, and quickly grabbed Zhang Ben's arm. The two of them tore at each other, and six or seven people pulled the two apart.
Both of these drunkards were in a very embarrassed state. Zhang Ben was more seriously injured, but he was not inferior in terms of momentum.
"Just wait, I'll fucking kill you sooner or later," El said, wiping his nose.
"Don't fucking brag B, if you want to do it, I'll welcome you anytime."
Zhang Ben replied and was pulled into the back room by Cha Ji.
…
Half an hour later, Ah Wei and I both received the letter, but after we met in the yard, we chatted for a while and had a laugh, without arguing about who was right and who was wrong. Two drunkards got into a fight and couldn't get up. To the point where we quarrel and quarrel, we can’t commit the crime...
Zhang Ben slept for a whole day with blood coming from his nostrils. He woke up in the evening and went to my room to admit his mistake. I glanced at him and said speechlessly: "Okay, don't act like you are wronged, just do it." I'll do it. Next time I'm in BB, I'll beat him up, but remember to find your brother Dayan. You're tough enough to beat him. Who in such a big place wants to bully someone every day? Don't spoil him."
"That's it." Zhang Ben was quite excited when he heard that I didn't scold him.
"But don't take the initiative to find trouble. You have to stand your ground in the fight, fuck." I warned.
"Haha, I know." Zhang Ben replied with a smile.
"Go and wash up. Come down the mountain with me tonight."
I waved my hand.
"good."
Zhang Ben agreed and went to wash his face.
…
In the evening, at 5:30, I found Cha Ji and asked him to take me, Li Hao, Lao Xian, and Zhang Ben to Mongla, and then loaded two trucks of Chinese rice, white noodles, vegetables, soybean oil and other edible products.
"Why did you buy these things?" Chaji was a little confused.
"It's useful, don't tell others nonsense." I warned Chaji.
"Don't worry, I know who I am." Chaji raised his leg to express his love to me without hesitation, as if he was begging for sex and hard sex.
After pulling our things, we hurried back to Yuzhai where we found the old man Hai.
"This is..." He looked at the food piled on the two carts, feeling a little confused.
"...I took over Chameng's stall. I'm new here and I have to rely on you to help me. I went shopping in Mongla today and brought back some things along the way. You can gather our team together and distribute some from door to door. "I said with a smile.
"This...isn't good, you are too polite." Hai was very surprised. He was stunned for a long time, scratched his head and said.
"Everyone has a different way of getting along with each other. My rule has always been that Xiang Nan doesn't just get good things from me. Two carts of food are nothing. From now on, you can see how I behave, haha."
I laughed immediately.
"...It really doesn't work, how much does it cost?"
"Don't worry about money. If I didn't have it, I wouldn't be able to lend it to you. Don't worry, my financial situation is not bad." I patted Mr. Hai's shoulder and said.
"...This..." Old Man Hai was a little hesitant.
"Stop doing this and that, tell someone to split it up. I'll have something to do later." I urged.
"All right."
Hai had no choice but to agree.
…
Hai's reputation among the old farmers was indeed good. He went back to the house and rang the bell. Within ten minutes, dozens of villagers gathered in front of his house, happily carrying things down. I sat on the steps and watched. Looking at this group of people, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"You are really willing to spend money for this little land." The old fairy teased me.
"Do you know why the more evil people are, the more willing they are to burn incense, worship Buddha, and do good deeds?" I looked back at him and asked.
"Please feel comforted." Li Hao said casually with his hands behind his back.
"Yes, even if there is no land, I will buy these things." I said with Buddha's light.
"……."
Everyone was speechless.
…
In the next few days, when I had nothing to do, I went to Mongla to buy some daily necessities and sent them to Hai. At first, Hai refused to accept them, but then he became more and more afraid of them. On the last day, when I brought a cart of rice cookers, At that time, he dragged me into the house and closed the door.
"Mr. Xiangnan, do you have something to tell me..." Old Man Hai asked bluntly.
"Haha, you're overthinking it. I'm just giving you something to ask you to do something." I drank some water and suddenly laughed.
"Although I have never been to Yuzhai, I have seen a lot of things. If you have any questions, please tell me. Otherwise, I will never accept this rice cooker again." Hai said seriously.
I held the water glass in my hand, thought for a moment, sat on the chair, looked at Hai and said slowly: "I want to tell you, I want you to help me grow some goods, can you agree."
"……."
Hai's eyes lit up, he looked up at me and asked, "Is this what Mr. Kun Li meant, or..."
"I haven't had time to tell him yet." I replied with a smile.
"...Mr. Xiangnan, this is against the rules." Hai frowned and said.
"It's me who violated the rules, not you." I looked at Hai seriously.
"But I am responsible for planting goods. Mr. Kun Li knows..." Hai's eyes were hesitant. He was also very entangled. If he had more goods, he would make more money. If it were not in Kun Li's hands, There were more than fifty people and guns. In that open space, poppies and poppies were already in full bloom.
"I'll buy the seeds for you, and you can plant your own. If there really is a leak, I'll inform you of the seeds. You don't know anything about the rest." I said without hesitation.
"..." Hai stood there without speaking, still thinking.
"There are so many open spaces, put some crops around them! Plant them inside. Mr. Kunli doesn't even go down the mountain, so he won't see it at all. I will arrange it in the village. Taking a step back, even if I find it, that is What can we do if the goods are confiscated?" I continued.
"Mr. Xiangnan, my status is different from yours. I know there are people behind you who will communicate with Mr. Kun Li, but I didn't." Hai walked a few steps in place.
"I think you are a little too cautious. The landlord has killed all the tenants, so who will farm the land for him?" I asked with a frown.
Hai was stunned when he heard what I said.
"As long as the farmers listen to you, you have the capital to talk to them. You can be respectful and courteous, but there is no need to worship anyone as a Buddha." I continued to mutter.
"...Okay, I'll try." Hai gritted his teeth and said.
"Haha, after you finish processing, I will give you an extra five yuan per gram." I put down the water glass and stood up and said.
"...Do you have any sales? You can't leave the goods here with me, otherwise something will happen." Hai asked cautiously.
"I won't talk to you about it unless it sells. We will plant it soon... Sit down, don't be so nervous, let's have a good chat."
I pulled him and said.
In this way, after a heated exchange of words, I talked through Hai, and then we discussed it in the room.
From this incident, I suddenly realized that Zabu was always evil-minded, and he was not completely overestimating his capabilities. Kunli's slave-like exploitation was indeed out of date, and the resistance in the hearts of the farmers was almost backlogged. ,