long night fire

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"Almost every summer, we make a special trip back here to pick this kind of wild tree fruit and use it to make wine."

Jiang Baimian glanced left and right, and asked with a constant smile:

"What can I exchange for wine?"

Flynn suddenly laughed:

"What to exchange for wine is not what we want, but what you have.

"In the dust, people who cling to the only answer often get nothing."

"We have..." Amidst the rhythmic music coming from outside, Jiang Baimian seemed to be quite relaxed. She rolled her eyes, and with a narrow expression, she patted Long Yuehong on her right, "How about using him in exchange? He can drive, has a peaceful temperament, is not short in height, can barely see fighting skills, and knows a little maintenance technology. He is suitable to be your son-in-law."

"Team leader..." Long Yuehong didn't expect that the topic would suddenly turn to her, and felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

Flynn laughed and said:

"I appreciate your kindness.

"My youngest daughter has no shortage of suitors. She is as good-looking as her mother, and her driving skills have almost caught up with my father. Although her maintenance skills are a little immature, she has a solid foundation and is still young.

"Besides, since she was a child, she liked to watch and participate in my maintenance of vehicles. At some point, the smell of gasoline, diesel, and lubricating oil on her body could not be washed off. I don't know how many boys in the regiment miss her day and night. .”

Long Yuehong imagined while listening to Fei Lin's description, and subconsciously shrank her body back.

From the moment he boarded the RV, he could smell the faint smell of gasoline emanating from Flynn and the alcoholics next to him.

He was worried that the topic would turn back to himself, so he looked at Jiang Baimian, pretending to complain and said:

"Team leader, why don't you recommend Shang Jianyao?"

Jiang Baimian laughed:

"Isn't this afraid that Shang Jianyao will be kicked out before staying in the camp for a full day?

"So are we paying or not paying?"

Seeing that Shang Jianyao seemed to be responding to this topic, Jiang Baimian immediately turned his attention to Feilin:

"How about we replace it with military cans? It's braised beef in it."

"How much?" Flynn asked skillfully.

"500 grams." Jiang Baimian reported the amount.

"Then which one do you want?" Flynn introduced with a smile, "One is the wine made directly from wild tree fruit. It has a very low alcohol content and is not intoxicating. It is similar to wine. Do you know wine?"

"Yes." Jiang Baimian and the others nodded at the same time.

Inside "Pan Gu Biology", during the holidays, they can still buy a little wine according to their respective quotas.

As for Bai Chen, for so many years, he has wandered to countless places, and he can occasionally drink wine.

Flynn continued:

"For this kind of food, four cups and one can.

"There is another kind, which is obtained by repeated distillation of this fruit wine. It has a high degree of concentration, and it is very easy to get drunk for the first time. Four glasses get three cans.

"All of this can be recorded first and paid when leaving the camp."

Of course, Jiang Baimian couldn't let the team members get drunk in such an unfamiliar environment, so he said directly:

"That's a fruit bar with a low alcohol content."

Naturally, Long Yuehong and the others had no objection.

"Okay." Flynn flipped out four glasses that had been turned upside down on the milky white platform.

At this time, next to the "Old Tune Group", at the table near the car window, a big and strong man laughed:

"Sure enough, it's a team of women and children, who only dare to drink fruit wine like water!"

Shang Jianyao, who was sitting on the edge of their side, turned his head and looked over.

The burly man in black bent his arms, making his muscles stand out, and looked at Shang Jianyao without giving in.

One second, two seconds... ten seconds... Shang Jianyao kept his posture, motionless.

Jiang Baimian looked at Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, and read the same meaning from their eyes:

Well, Shang Jianyao is competing with others again in the game of whoever looks away first and who can't hold on speaking will lose.

Of course, this is just a game he agrees with unilaterally.

After about ten seconds, the strong man finally couldn't control himself and stood up abruptly:

"What do you mean?"

"You lost." Shang Jianyao laughed.

"Crazy!" The strong man blurted out, "Are you still a child? Is the hair on the bottom not even grown yet?"

Flynn, who was pouring wine, looked up and shouted:

"Zhao Tie, don't mess around, you won't know your last name after a couple of pees?"

Zhao Tie didn't dare to disobey the leader, and sat down cursing.

At this moment, Shang Jianyao suddenly left the high stool and walked in front of Zhao Tie.

Then, he began to undo his belt.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Tie and his companions were a little confused.

Shang Jian Yao said seriously:

"Mine must be older than yours."

At this moment, not only Zhao Tie, but even Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others doubted their own ears.

After he reacted, a burst of violent anger suddenly rushed from the bottom of Zhao Tie's heart into his mind.

This is not only because he feels that the other party is humiliating him, but also because he doesn't know how to deal with it for a while.

It's impossible to really stand up, take off your pants in full view, and compare yourself with each other, right?

He is shameless, but Zhao Tie still has shame.

Moreover, it's better than winning, what if it loses?

In that case, Zhao Tie felt that he might not even have the face to stay in the caravan.

No, I can't be led by the nose... Zhao Tie narrowed his eyes, pointed outside and said:

"It's pretty good.

"Have the ability to go out and practice?"

"Okay!" Shang Jian Yao fastened his belt, and agreed quickly.

Jiang Baimian frowned slightly, feeling that he could not see through this matter.

She wasn't worried that Shang Jianyao would lose - she was still very confident in her fighting ability, and Shang Jianyao was the second only to her in the "Old Tune Group".

She just couldn't figure out what Shang Jianyao wanted to do.

With the idea of fighting, showing some strength, and facilitating the conversation later, she didn't stop her, and told Long Yuehong not to speak.

Seeing that Shang Jianyao's partners didn't care much, Fei Lin, the head of this "rootless" business group, picked up the mentality of watching a show, opened his throat, and shouted to the outside:

"Stop the music!

"Somebody wants to 'show'!"

The speakers on the RVs on both sides quickly became quiet, and the group of men and women who were writhing in the blank area surrounded by tables and chairs retreated outside one after another.

Zhao Tie aggressively jumped out of the leader's RV and entered the open space where all kinds of lights were constantly changing back and forth.

Shang Jianyao was not in a hurry to go out, he took off the tactical backpack first, and took out his beloved small blue-bottomed black-faced speaker from it.

This can either be plugged in, or use one of the old world long-life batteries - currently in production as well.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Baimian's thick and beautiful eyebrows moved slightly.

Shang Jianyao then placed the small speaker on the door of the RV and pressed a button.

In the sound of the electric current, he entered the open space.

In the next second, a high-pitched female voice came from the small speaker:

"I'm looking up

"Above the moon..." (Note 1)

Accompanied by the singing, Shang Jianyao's body swayed, and his feet alternated back and forth, which seemed very rhythmic.

Then, he hooked his fingers at Zhao Tie:

"Come!"

"Yesterday I forgot

"The wind dries up the sorrow..."

In such singing, facing such an opponent, Zhao Tie suddenly had a feeling that if he really went up, he would lose.

That would make it look like he was being shown with his pants off.

But at this point, you can't do it, you can't admit it, right?

Zhao Tie did some mental work, took a deep breath, and walked over.

During this process, he kept staring at Shang Jianyao's feet and shoulders.

This is because, among the several martial arts he knows, steps are very important, and the condition of the shoulders can help him predict which hand the opponent will punch.

——As a "rootless person", he has received strict training since he was a child. When he was in the original city, he also worshiped a powerful boxer as his teacher, and he didn't bully people only by his size.

After adjusting the steps, Zhao Tie stepped up one step at a time.

Almost at the same time, Shang Jian Yao took a step back.

Zhao Tie advanced again, and Shang Jian Yao retreated again, always keeping a good enough distance.

Suddenly, Shang Jianyao took the lead and took a step forward.

Zhao Tie retreated like a conditioned reflex.

One retreat, one advance, one advance and one retreat, the two perfectly stepped on the rhythm of the song "Seeing the Unseen".

The bystanders applauded immediately:

"Good dance!"

They finally understood what the head of the group just said about the performance.

Hearing such a "sound of praise", Zhao Tie blushed, and couldn't control himself anymore, and rushed forward.

Shang Jian Yao easily dodged, stretched out his foot, tripped, and moved his hand, and threw Zhao Tie to the ground with a bang, leaving him in a mess.

Then, he leaned down and completely restrained the opponent.

Zhao Tie was also considered a bachelor, seeing that it was irreversible, he didn't try to be brave, just bowed his head, and buzzed:

"I lost."

Shang Jian Yao stood up, walked back rather reluctantly, put away the small speaker, and turned it off.

Jiang Baimian looked at him, frowned and asked:

"You have made such a big circle, isn't it just to go out for a dance?"

Shang Jian Yao nodded sincerely:

"Ok.

"You are not allowed to go out directly."

"Aren't you too persistent? Hey, you're smart, too." Jiang Baimian laughed.

Shang Jianyao thought for a while and answered:

"Maybe it's more serious."