The Local Lazy Man System

"This sugar cake, we don't want it!"

Originally, Ye Yaorong wanted to buy a little sugar cake and taste it, but after being dealt with by this vendor, Ye Yaorong had no desire to buy it at all.

"I've already cut this sugar cake, you have to ask for it if you don't want it, or else..."

The young man selling sugar cakes waved the watermelon knife in his hand and looked at Ye Yaorong threateningly.

"How else?"

Ye Yaorong pinched the blade position of the watermelon knife and asked with a relaxed look at the young man selling sugar cakes.

"You...you don't have your hands?"

Seeing Ye Yaorong just grabbed the blade of his watermelon knife with his hands like this, he scared the young man selling sugar cakes.

You must know that the watermelon knife in his hand is a sharp one.

This man actually grasped the blade of the watermelon knife with his hands. Doesn't he need his palm anymore.

"You haven't told me what else?"

Ye Yaorong was talking on his mouth, and his left hand was not idle. He pinched the watermelon knife that was pinched by Ye Yaorong so easily.

"what……"

Seeing that the watermelon knife in his hand was squeezed by the hand in front of him like this, the young man selling sugar cakes was frightened.

Damn it!

How could this person's palm be harder than this watermelon knife?

He could pinch off the watermelon knife so easily, and his palm was not hurt.

What if you pinch your neck?

Think about it, the young man selling sugar cakes sweats on his forehead.

"I... I won't sell it!"

The young men selling sugar cakes all had a trembling voice.

This was shocked by Ye Yaorong.

It stands to reason that people who dare to do such a thing are a bunch of ruthless people, and so is this young man selling sugar cakes.

If it were normal, this young man selling sugar cake would not be frightened.

After all, this sugar cake seller is not the one who sells sugar cakes here, but there is a group of people selling sugar cakes.

If anyone dares not to buy this cut sugar cake, if they want to do it, this group of people will come to help.

Even a person with some skill, seeing that he is besieged by so many people, will obediently admit it.

But the current situation is that the situation in front of him is too weird and too scary.

Just squeeze the sharp watermelon knife in half with bare hands!

Such plots are only occasionally seen in martial arts TV dramas. Those are either made with computer stunts or with special knives.

As for the watermelon knife he uses, the young man selling sugar cakes can be very sure that it is a sharp fruit knife with a sharp edge.

This made the young man selling sugar cakes have to admit.

After all, a person who can squeeze off such a sharp watermelon knife without hurting his palm is really terrible. The young man selling sugar cake feels that he does not need to offend such a terrible person for two hundred yuan. .

"Business pays attention to integrity. If you do business like you, one day you will kill yourself!"

Ye Yaorong glanced at the young man selling sugar cakes and said.

Before the young man buying sugar cakes could speak, Ye Yaorong took Liu Qingqing's hand and left.

Ye Yaorong looked at the face of the young man just now, his face was dark and bloody.

If you really should, if you do many injustices, you will die!

What Ye Yaorong can do is show him a way to survive. As for whether he can listen, Ye Yaorong can't control it.

After leaving Barkhor Street, Ye Yaorong continued to drive on the national highway on the Tibetan Plateau.

As the car is driving on the road, the vast and magnificent prairie is endless on both sides of the road. In early summer, the deep and shallow grasses also glow green, undulating on the grass.

It’s a thousand miles, and it’s not vast. There are hills on all sides. The flat ground is green, and the hills are also green. The flocks of sheep go up the hills and come down again. They walk everywhere like embroidered on an endless green carpet. The big white flower.

Such beautiful scenery is both amazing and comfortable.

A gust of wind blew by, and a large patch of green grass was blown like ripples.

This reminded Ye Yaorong of an ancient poem: "Chilechuan, under the Yin Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering all fields. The sky is blue and the wild is vast. The wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep."

"My husband, the scenery here is so beautiful!"

Liu Qingqing liked the beautiful sight before her very much.

The prairie here is very different from the ancient Mongolian prairie Liu Qingqing has seen before.

The grassland here is so refreshing to see, I can’t wait to live here.

Of course, the premise is that there is no altitude sickness that makes it difficult to breathe.

On the national road leading to Sara City, pedestrians can be seen from time to time. These people, regardless of men and women, wear a large-collared, wide-waisted, right-breasted, small-right-breasted, and left-breasted fur robes. People are native Tibetans.

The faces of these Tibetans, both male and female, are blushing.

Ye Yaorong understands that this is caused by altitude sickness, which is called "high altitude red".

There are two main reasons for this kind of "plateau red". On the one hand, the special climate environment of the plateau area, long-term dry air, large wind and sand, large temperature difference between morning and evening, strong ultraviolet radiation from the sun, etc. Damage to the stratum corneum of the face results in a thinner stratum corneum and extremely sensitive skin.

On the other hand, it is cold in winter in plateau areas. Facial skin is easy to be frostbited. Frostbite leads to poor blood circulation and congestion of capillaries. Due to long-term damage to the facial stratum corneum, it becomes extremely sensitive, resulting in the inability to withstand the stimulation of the external physical environment and gradually develop further damage. Blood stasis is formed in the capillaries under the skin of the face.

While driving, Ye Yaorong explained to Liu Qingqing what is called "Plateau Red".

There are not only more local Tibetans along the way, but also more poor young people.

Just this way, Ye Yaorong met a dozen poor young people who were asking for a ride.

However, Ye Yaorong basically ignored these people, instead caring for himself.

Now that you choose this poor travel method, just walk honestly, don't think about taking a ride, no one owes them.

In fact, these young people who travel poorly on this western Tibet line actually have good family conditions.

After all, young people with poor families~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Where can this leisurely love spend a month or two to travel to such a place.

They are all anxious to find work to earn money to help reduce the burden on their families.

Only those young people with good family conditions can go on such poor travels and pursue the so-called literary youth.

When Ye Yaorong was driving a little distracted, a person suddenly flashed in front of Ye Yaorong's car, scared Ye Yaorong hurriedly stepped on the brakes.

"Do you want to die!"

Fortunately, Ye Yaorong reacted quickly, otherwise the young woman in front of the car would be dead. ...

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