Back To Eighty

When Cui Er said this, the brothers naturally raised their hands and feet in agreement: "Second brother, tell me, what the hell!"

"First of all, it has to be like this... and then this..."

In the past two days, Shen Maoshi got up before dawn, and ran more often than ever.

Everyone knows that he worked so hard to go to Dingzhou, and he cooperated very well.

Shen Maoshi runs into the market every day, how can restaurants eat so much food? If the food is not sold out every day, it will be dragged to the black market and sold out.

It was fine before, but these days have been particularly bad.

For example, a hole suddenly appeared on the road, and it took a while to fill in and almost came late.

For example, the vegetables were suddenly splashed with muddy water, and the villagers washed them together before putting them into the car.

It's not a big deal, it's just stumbling and stumbling, which makes people sad.

After more than a few times, someone started pulling him mysteriously and said, "Brother Shen, didn't you bump into something dirty?"

Shen Maoshi was startled and hesitated: "No, no?"

"That's not good to say..."

The man told him that he could try some tricks.

For example, the front of the car is splashed with black dog blood, the scissors are hidden under the pillow when sleeping, and the master is asked to draw a bowl of water to get rid of bad luck or something.

After Shen Maoshi heard this, he frowned and went back with a bitter look on his face.

When he got home, he excitedly went to Lu Huai'an: "Brother An! They are really here! As you said, secretly doing bad things!"

Lu Huai'an laughed, not surprised at all: "They can only use some of these methods."

These days, many people still believe in this set.

Even if you don't believe it, if there are so many mistakes one after another, someone else will think that there may be a problem, and they will be cautious about getting out of the car, at least the speed of delivery will slow down.

"Why didn't they come out directly?" Sun Hua felt that this kind of trick was humiliating: "Last time, he was quite a man when he stopped a car, so why is it so wretched this time."

Lu Huai'an glanced at him and said calmly, "Do you like Huaiyang now?"

"of course not!"

"Then will you fight Huaiyang in person?"

Sun Hua was thoughtful, but this time he didn't answer so quickly: "...or no."

"Well, it's over." Lu Huai'an spread his hands and smiled: "You don't want to fight Huaiyang face to face, because you know we can't provoke him now. It's a coincidence that Cui Er also thinks so."

Seeing that Shen Maoshi went back, Cui Erzhi was happy.

However, the front bar is still not happy for them to do something small?

That night, they decided to make a big ticket and prepared for it all night. At 4:30 in the morning, when Shen Maoshi got out of the car, they saw it from afar.

The air is cold, and the sky is already bright.

Shen Maoshi was driving, while Sun Hua sat on it and yawned.

Driving from Lankeng Village all the way, you will pass a muddy road on the side of the mountain.

"It's a bit narrow, so it's hard to drive."

Shen Maoshi drove the car very attentively, for fear of accidentally rolling over. The paddy field was on the left, and it was no joke that it rolled over.

When he was about to turn a corner, a white streak suddenly floated in front of him.

He thought it was because his eyes were dazzled, and he shouted with a trembling voice, "Did you see it?"

"What's the matter?" Sun Hua didn't wake up, and looked forward with half-open eyes: "Nothing!"

All right.

Shen Maoshi gritted his teeth, slowed down a bit, and continued to drive forward.

Just after turning the corner, something suddenly fell from the front.

Wandering and hanging in the air.

Shen Maoshi raised his head, and just happened to see a pair of pink embroidered shoes passing by.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a person!

Wearing white clothes, he hangs from this crooked-neck tree!

"My grass!"

Sun Hua also saw it and jumped three feet high: "Stop!"

The car was parked, but the thing was hanging on the tree overhead, out of reach.

A gust of cold wind blew, and those feet swayed.

Shen Maoshi shivered, and rolled and climbed out of the car: "This, what the **** is this!"

Seeing that they didn't dare to lift their heads, Cui Er laughed half-deadly: "Yes! Dare to grab business with me, third child, pull the rope and take him back."

"okay!"

The rope was pulled slowly, and the man hanging from the tree slowly floated into the mountain along the thin line.

Cui Er drank a cigarette and laughed slyly: "Hum, this time, I told them not to come to collect the vegetables for ten days and a half months!"

"Second brother is amazing, hahaha."

"It's still your bull! This trick really hurts, hehe."

The two of them touted and neatly packed up their things.

Cui Er helped lift the bag and urged, "Hurry up, don't let people see it."

The journey was calm and calm, and when we approached the foot of the mountain, there was a sudden movement behind him.

"Catch the thief!"

"Catch the thief!"

Cui Er's expression changed greatly: "Let's go!"

Unaware of what happened, the third child is still looking back: "What's the situation?"

"Don't look at it, hurry up and run!"

The three of them rolled and climbed, and finally ran out of the mountain, turned a corner onto the trail, and wanted to take a shortcut back to the city.

As a result, a group of people jumped out from the hillside, pointing at them and shouting, "Stop!"

When he turned around, the people in the mountains also chased after him.

The blocked ones are dead, and everyone gets their money.

Cui Er's face was ashen, sophistry: "We are not thieves!"

"Not a thief? Then what did you do in the mountains?"

Everything in the mountains is not private, but public!

Cui Er reluctantly calmed himself down, and stepped forward to pass cigarettes to the villagers: "Misunderstanding, ah, it's all a misunderstanding, brother, aren't you greedy, it just rained a while ago, our brother wants to go up the mountain to pick some mushrooms."

This reason is tenable.

Suddenly someone asked, "What about your mushrooms?"

"Mushroom..." A drop of cold sweat dripped from Cui Er's forehead: "No, I didn't pick it..."

"Then what's in your bag?"

Everyone bowed their heads, and sure enough, the third child was still dragging a big sack in his hand.

Cui Er smiled shyly, a little embarrassed: "Here, these are the dirty clothes of our brothers. I want to take them back and wash them for my mother-in-law. Men, you are lazy when you go out."

He was able to come back.

Uncle Qian chuckled: "Then open it and take a look."

Open? The third child refused without thinking: "That won't work!"

The villagers looked at each other, there must be ghosts!

"It must have been something stolen!"

Who do people hate the most?

Of course a thief.

"You have hands and feet, you don't do business, and you come here to be a thief!?" People picked up sticks and would come forward to beat them.

Cui Er knew that the situation was over, but he was still not reconciled, and suddenly thumped and sat on the ground, covering his face and crying: "Wuwuwu, you are too much, something happened at my house, isn't this just trying to hurry up and go home for the funeral... …”

Uncle Qian sneered, but he can bend and stretch.

When the sack was opened, all eyes were white.

The deceased is the greatest. If Uncle Qian hadn't been there, he would have been fooled by him.

With a wink, Lao Zhu stepped forward and tore open the sack.

Gululu got out.

The villagers were so frightened that Sun Hua stood up and immediately said that Cui Er and the others had killed someone and that they should call the police.

Seeing the two of them, Cui Er didn't understand anything. He thought they were prey, but he didn't expect them to be hunters.

Cui Er gritted his teeth with hatred, stood up, and patted the ashes on his body: "Okay, let's talk, what do you want to do."

"What do you think we want to do?"

Staring at Uncle Qian angrily, Cui Er snorted coldly, "Where's Lu Huaian? Why did you send you here?"

The villagers looked bewildered and said hesitantly, "You guys, know each other?"

"I seem to know each other, but I don't remember much. I'll talk to him later." Uncle Qian took Cui Er's shoulders without a smile and dragged him aside.

Saying this, Cui Er decisively refused.

He looked at Uncle Qian with a funny look, and sneered: "Help you collect and deliver food, and pay me your salary every month? I'm rare? Wouldn't I charge more than you for one trip?"

"But you're not formal." Uncle Qian took it for granted: "If you join the company, you're one of our people. We pay the car every month, and we pay for the oil. You can just take the vegetables and deliver them. You don't need to sell them. Don't worry about it, we will be responsible if something goes wrong, aren't you happy to take it easy?"

Cui Er said with a cold face, "I like trouble."

"Well said, we like it too, but we like to trouble you." Uncle Qian patted him on the shoulder: "You have to think clearly, you are now getting a lot of money, and the crime is not small. One is thieves, and the other is feudal superstition.”

With that said, Uncle Qian kicked the head that rolled to his feet.

Many people died earlier because of these crimes.

Cui Er's face was almost as white as this thing.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then he gritted his teeth: "Shameless!"

"Hey, thank you for the compliment."

Uncle Qian smiled, and reached an agreement with him in such a way that he took him back: "misunderstanding, he wants to help us deliver the goods, so he took a shortcut."

Who will deliver the head?

Everyone knows this is false, but the villagers trust him so much that no one will try to expose him.

The third child was puzzled, and looked at him with confusion mixed with anger: "Really?"

Cui Er's face was ashen, but he had to nod his head: "Yeah!"

When You Qi arrived in the village, after meeting with Lu Huai'an, his face was even more gloomy and dripping with water.

With this little white face, thin like a ghost, you want him to be a bull and a horse? Does he fit too?

"how long?"

Uncle Qian didn't understand, and stared, "How long?"

"Of course it's time." Cui Er crossed Erlang's legs and stared at Lu Huai'an: "This time I fell, I admit, but you don't think that I will work with you for the rest of my life!"

Lu Huaian glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile~www.wuxiamtl.com~ calmly pushed the contract over: "One year."

Only one year?

Cui Er did not believe that Lu Huaian could be so conscientious.

"It's just that there are not enough manpower now." Lu Huai'an stretched his legs casually and looked at him indifferently: "I will give you the best preferential treatment within a year, and in a year, if you want to keep me, I may not necessarily ask for it."

Oh, Cui Er sneered: "I said that I want to stay the same!"

If it weren't for this sinister thing in their hands, he would never give in!

After getting rid of him, Lu Huai'an and the others also settled their itinerary.

Afraid that Cui Er and the others would be fooling around, Lao Zhu bravely relied on himself and said that he would follow the car well during this period.

Lu Huai'an readily agreed and would also give him wages.

Twenty yuan! Old Zhu's eyes lit up, and he woke up at three o'clock the next day.

After watching it for two days and confirming that they could do it, Lu Huaian called Uncle Qian to discuss it: "We have to go."

"When?"

"tomorrow."

Lu Huai'an raised his chin, and Gong Hao quickly put three stacks of money on the table: "Now, what we need to think about is how to safely bring this money to Dingzhou."

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