Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"What the hell is it once? If you get caught nine times, you'll probably be beaten to death. You're not welcome to thieves."

"Then if I succeed the first time, I can save the next nine times, and I won't have to be beaten."

This idea is so strange.

Wan Feng really wanted to give him a five-finger fan with nine twists and eighteen bends, and he still thought about it this way.

"Tell me how old you are this year?"

"It's eighteen in Chinese New Year, do you have any cigarettes?"

Wan Feng rolled his eyes, just because yesterday this guy dared to ask him for a gun and put a whip back, Wan Feng decided that this guy was a natural funny.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his body and handed it over.

What made Wan Feng speechless was that this guy took out one and put the whole pack of cigarettes in his pocket, and didn't take it out again until he saw Wan Feng looking at him with a bad look.

"Hey, brother, I'm sorry, I'm used to it."

"Are you still embarrassed? Why do I feel that your skin is thicker than the soles of my shoes!"

The young man looked at Wan Feng's shoes subconsciously, and then exclaimed: "Jungou! It's still authentic, and it's more than 100 yuan now, awesome pen!"

Is it awesome for me to wear a pair of military hooks?

"What is your name?"

The young man stopped laughing and joking: "What are you doing? Are you sending me to the police station? I haven't turned eighteen yet?"

Can't I send it to the police station if I'm under [-]?

"You don't say you're down, it's not that I look down on you, look at you now, you look like a bear, you're dressed in tatters, you can't do this even if you're a thief, don't you have a mother or your mother is dead ?”

Unexpectedly, with this sentence, the hippie smile on the young man's face disappeared, and the circles of his eyes turned red.

"Don't act for me, I won't believe you even if you shed tears."

"My mother died long ago, when I was 12 years old."

"Make it up! Make it up, don't you still have an old man who doesn't do anything all day, who drinks every day and gets drunk all day long and doesn't care about you?"

"How did you know."

Wan Feng had the urge to raise his foot to slap the other person's face, you are still alive after being paralyzed.

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Chapter 874 Chen Tianchui's nickname is Hammer

"But what you said is a little wrong. It's true that my father often drinks alcohol, but I've never seen him get drunk." What made Wan Feng speechless was that the thief was serious about correcting the loopholes in his words.

"It's as drunk as drinking too little."

"You don't get drunk even if you drink too much. I saw with my own eyes that my father drank three bottles of liquor in one go. Nothing happened!"

Wan Feng's eyes blinked fifty or sixty times in a row, and he grabbed the thief's neck with his hands: "Talk to me again if you're paralyzed, believe it or not, I slapped my face so that I forgot my last name! I'm fooling you!"

"Brother! Don't get excited. I'm telling the truth. My old man has no other ability, but he can drink. Usually, it's not a problem at all. Sometimes people invite him to drink with him."

Wan Feng couldn't help but relax the hand holding the opponent's neck: "Really?"

"There's nothing to pretend about. At most, I've seen my old man drink five bottles of white wine in one meal, and his face didn't change at all, and he didn't even shake his face."

Seeing the serious look of the little thief, Wan Feng felt a little convinced.

Hold the grass!Is this meeting a bartender or meeting a great god?This is not a person, this is a wine barrel.

It is said that the masters are among the people, did he meet a master drinker?

This kind of person who is especially good at drinking is not a legend. Wan Feng has seen such a person in his last life, and there is such an old man in the Shangqiao Brigade of the Warriors Commune.

In the previous life, Wan Feng's wife belonged to the Shangqiao Brigade, and the person nicknamed Jiuxian was in the neighboring village of his father-in-law, and he didn't drink at all on weekdays.

There is no other reason: I can't afford it.

Jiu Xian only drinks wine once a month, puts it in a five-jin plastic jug, drinks it up in one meal, and then goes to sleep, and nothing happens when he wakes up.

At that time Wan Feng was astonished.

I didn't expect to meet such a person in Changchun in this life.

"Don't leave today, follow me, take me to see your old man at noon."

"Do you care about the food?"

"What?" This funny guy dared to bargain.

"I haven't eaten this morning." The thief saw Wan Feng's staring eyes and muttered softly.

"What's the point of living like this? Go and lie down in the middle of the road."

"What do you mean?"

"It's fine if a car passes by and dies, and it can save some food."

What made Wan Feng speechless was that this guy actually lay down in the middle of the road, and he hated Wan Feng to have the urge to trample him to death.

The guy got up after lying down for a while, with a depressed look: "Is there no car here?"

This is where the cars from the pedestrian street come from, and some are just bicycles.

Forget it, this is the meat of the hob.

Wan Feng led the young man into a nearby personal grocery store and bought some bread and a bottle of drink.

"Make do with the pads first, and have dinner with us at noon."

The young man wolfed down the bread, watching Wan Feng frown. How could this look like he didn't eat in the morning? Did he not eat for a few days?

Wan Feng took him back to his booth.

This guy is obviously a restless master. He is full of food and drink, and ran to the stall to sell flowers with great energy.

"Auntie! Have you seen this flower? The [-]-leaf Zhutianlan, you old man must be a Buddhist believer when you look at it with kindness and kindness. You are here today. You come to this pot and know what it is called. The name? It's called... Wanfo Chaozong!"

Wan Feng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, did this bastard come to mess up the scene or make trouble, what the hell is Zhuan Tianlan?Wanfo Chaozong!

"How much? I'll ask our boss."

The guy turned around and asked Wan Feng: "Boss, how much is this Ten Thousand Buddhas?"