"When I win money, I will invite you to the hall to find my sister. Why don't you invite me when you win?"

"Boss Han, you won a lot this time. It's unreasonable not to invite you to visit the brothel."

"Nonsense, there are so many of you, I only care about the vegetarian ones, the dirty ones pay for it yourself!"

"I heard that the hall has invited a girl from Cao Li of Tianjin. She has a good figure!"

"Let's go quickly, it will get dark soon."

About six or seven people were galloping past, playing and laughing while running.

When they were far away, Zhao Chuanxin and others stood up.

Gao Li said excitedly: "Just in time, six or seven more people left."

Shuangxi held a different view: "Didn't you listen to what they said? I took the money to visit the brothel. It's a pity that they took away so much money!"

Zhao Zhongyi looked at the sky: "We haven't even finished talking about money yet. It's too early to discuss money. They're right. It's getting dark and we need to find a safe place to rest."

The group of people got into the thorny forest and began to move forward arduously.

Judu was hungry and his stomach growled.

Shuangxi said: "Third brother, isn't it still unsafe here?"

Li Laosan said: "You must make a fire when you spend the night on the mountain, otherwise big animals will attack you, especially wolves. Regardless of how many people we have, if we don't shoot, we may become their food! It's not safe to light a fire here, I know

Wherever you go, stick to it."

Zhao Chuanxin is actually the most tired, because he is mentally tired.

At this point he felt a little regretful.

Little Gold Letter wants someone's head. Who doesn't think it's hot to offer a reward? The big head is just waiting for him to come and get it.

I just want to find fault for myself and cause some trouble.

But the awesomeness has already been blown away, and most of the road has been traveled. It’s too late to regret it.

Those who still have energy, except for Li Laosan, who has been running in the mountains for many years, are just doing rice.

Nowadays, in the bushes, people can easily make a living. Even if there are thorn bushes, they can move through them without any hindrance. If there is an opening, they can get through.

It’s just that the hair on the body, which was originally neat, has a lot of cocklebur seeds and other seeds stuck on it, making it look a little embarrassed.

Finally, we arrived at the hiding place Li Laosan mentioned.

You can still vaguely see traces of life long ago here.

This is a small mountain col, surrounded by a cliff that can block the firelight.

Li Laosan commanded: "Everyone, keep moving and gather some firewood. I'll fetch water, and we'll all have something hot to eat in a while."

Zhao Chuanxin said nothing and was unwilling to move. He sat down on the ground and acted like a fool, holding the dry rice in his arms and picking off the "small pendants" on his body.

Everyone is used to it.

If Zhao Chuanxin works hard one day, he might want to cause trouble!

When everything was ready, everyone was staggering tiredly.

Zhao Chuanxin regained his composure and began to take things out of his backpack.

I saw him first taking out a small pot, pouring rice into it and washing it.

Once done, put the lid on the fire and simmer the rice.

Then, he took out two cans of sorghum wine and said, "Come on, share some. It's cold at night."

After that, he took out the wooden box from his backpack, and when he opened it, he found mixed shredded chicken inside.

Shuangxi looked left and right: "Your bag is not big, how can it fit so well?"

Everyone was only carrying simple dry food, but no one was carrying such comprehensive supplies as he was.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "This is my treasure bag. Do you know the magic? Eat yours and drink yours, don't talk too much!"

This was not over yet, he continued to take out his own bowls and chopsticks, and prepared a plate for the rice.

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Zhongyi probed: "Brother, is your magic called Mustard Seed Sumeru? It seems to be a monk's magic? Don't you only know Taoist magic?"

Zhao Chuanxin said carelessly: "What Taoist monks say, the so-called unification of all laws. In the later stage of learning, it will be unified. They are all the same. Don't care about the details."

Yes, it’s exactly this tone. Things that are obviously very awe-inspiring, but when Zhao Chuanxin says them, there is always a sense of being unseemly.

This is the key to everyone being in awe of him while remaining close to him.

Shuangxi grabbed some shredded chicken with his hands: "It's delicious, perfect for drinking!"

Zhao Zhongyi said: "Drink less, people in the wilderness will not live in peace!"

Zhao Chuanxin did not move a word.

When he is sober, he is very aware of his drinking capacity. When he is drunk, he usually has a 50-50 relationship with alcohol, and the outcome is unpredictable!

When he was full, Zhao Chuanxin took out the teapot and made tea.

Gao Li sighed and said: "You are here to enjoy happiness."

Zhao Chuanxin lit one, puffed away, and enjoyed it very much. But he didn't have many cigarettes anymore. This kind of cigarette with a mouthpiece is not common on the market. It is said that traditional tobacco shops in the south are about to close due to being crowded by foreign cigarettes.

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Dumping and anti-dumping actually have nothing to do with the people at the bottom. Being patriotic or not has little to do with using foreign goods and local goods. It is simply unreasonable to blame the people for enjoying a better life without seeking progress.

He said: "It's just fun in suffering. Life is short. If you don't enjoy it in time, I will be sorry for the past hundred years."

Suddenly, Shuangxi said: "Password, what are you telling the kids about? Yes, it's called Potter. It's the story of casting spells and chanting spells. Tell us about it, it's quite exciting."
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Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Master, why are you listening to that? The magic of foreigners is not as powerful as our magic. Let me tell you a story about cultivating immortals. There is such a village called Hanjia Village. There is a child in Hanjia Village,

My name is Han Li..."

A Northeast version of the story of a mortal cultivating immortality, Zhao Chuanxin's story is in pieces. Based on the few remaining memory fragments, he can only pick out at most one-third of the main plot, and the rest is all compiled on the spot.

Isn’t this more exciting than Harry Potter?

The sense of immersion is strong!

Everyone is a farmer from the village, and they are all mortals.

The bonfire crackled and smoke curled up.

"Grass, that little green bottle, if you use it to cultivate the land, wouldn't it make you rich?"

"Double Happiness, shut up. The treasure of the fairy family is extraordinary. If you use it to farm, that's all it will do!"

"Both of you shut up, brother, keep talking."

As he talked, Shuangxi couldn't help but interrupt.

"Doctor Mo is no longer a toy."

Gao Li was quite angry: "Hey, Shuangxi, don't make any noise, let Chuan Xin continue talking."

After that, Zhao Chuanxin had already forgotten the spells and magical weapons in it, which was ridiculous to compile.

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What kind of psychic radish, what kind of fairy urala grass, flying deer antlers...

In other words, these people have little knowledge, and future generations of readers will definitely ask: Are they looking for a gunman?

The gap between front and rear is too big, okay?

Finally, with nothing to edit, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "You have to get up early tomorrow, so go to bed quickly!"

I thought I could control it easily, but it turns out I was overthinking it.

Everyone was quite unwilling to do so. They were so fooled that they scratched their hearts and itched so much that they dreamed of eating psychic radish...

At dawn the next day, Li Laosan asked everyone to get up.

"Hurry, I have a whole mouthful to eat, and I have to go on my way."

It was a little late to listen to the story, which affected the biological clock and made everyone feel sleepy.

In the morning, Zhao Chuanxin took out the steamer again, wrapped but still raw buns, pickled pickles...

There are many people but few buns, so just try it one by one.

Zhao Zhongyi said that he could eat fifty big buns with an open stomach!

Zhao Chuanxin didn't believe it at first, but Gao Li said that he could eat at least thirty in one sitting.

In an era when there is a shortage of oil and water, everyone is a pot-bellied man.

After walking for a long time, we were already close to Xiaolongzhao Mountain.

At this time, I suddenly heard a gunshot in the distance.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the mountains, making everyone tremble.

"What happened? Exposed?"

Li Laosan shook his head: "I suspect that the people with little gold characters are hunting. There are rabbits, roe deer, badgers, wild boars, bears, tigers, etc. on this mountain. They have guns, so it is easy to hunt game."

Li Laosan guessed right, the one who shot was Xiao Jinyu'er, one of the Four King Kongs under Xiao Jin Zi'er.

The little goldfish proudly picked up the rifle, pointed at the fallen wild boar in the distance, and said to the two guys behind him: "You saw it, every shot is accurate!"

The two boys hurriedly flattered each other: "Second Master, he can cross the Yangtze River at a hundred steps, he is so awesome!"

"A hundred steps can pierce a pig's eye, but a hundred steps can pierce a pig's eye. I guess the second master must have hit the pig's eye."

When the three of them went over to take a look, they found that they had indeed been hit in the eye, but it was not the one on the head, but the one behind the buttocks.

The two of them were so flattering that they didn’t know how to photograph each other, and the little goldfish was speechless.

It seems that the bullet entered through a weak point and destroyed the pig's internal organs. The wild boar's mouth was bleeding, but it was not completely dead.

A gangster came forward with a knife and aimed it at the lower part of the wild boar's neck. After entering, he moved around to find the position of the heart and help the wild boar get out of pain.

The two found a stick and carried the wild boar back one by one.

When we went up the mountain, everyone cheered when they heard that there was wild boar meat to eat today.

The guy who was carrying the wild boar boasted: "My second master's marksmanship is amazing. He told me that the wild boar's back was facing us, so he shot it through the back door and smashed its internal organs. As soon as the gun went off, we went over to check, and sure enough..."

Everyone was amazed and said that it was indeed worthy of the name!

The little goldfish yawned. He was sweating profusely from climbing the mountain. He had long been addicted to cigarettes. Now he was listless. He waved his hands and said: "Let's drink and eat meat tonight. Let's enjoy the meat!"

"Second Master is mighty!"

"Second Master is angry!"

I answered that sentence: We are all brothers from all over the world.

At this time, people from the three eastern provinces were from Shandong, Henan, Tianjin, and even people from the capital.

There are many kinds of things, a mixture of good and bad.

In the evening, there was indeed a whole pig feast.

Going up the mountain to be a gangster means drinking wine from a big bowl and eating meat.

But in fact, the situation is far from optimistic. If you go up the mountain, you may not have meat to eat every day. It's okay to smash a loud kiln, but you usually have a simple meal.

Not only is a lot of money in the hands of a few people, but it is also inconvenient to go to the city to buy things if you have money. The village even raises chickens, ducks and geese, and relies on them to eat eggs and meat.

Bullets are not cheap either, so you can’t shoot casually. In other words, the little goldfish takes action and doesn’t waste bullets. Only when everyone gets the benefit of the doubt can they all shoot.

If the second master is addicted to smoking and is unwilling to move, then he will not be able to invite this great god.

While they were drinking and eating meat happily, a group of people was approaching.

Originally, there was a native dog on the mountain, but it was killed by someone unknown. The "culprit" could not be found, and everyone just happily ate the dog meat. The boss said that he would get another dog to come back to guard the courtyard, but this matter was not done yet.
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