Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

oops! Who is this old guy? When this is his home?

There are two melons in the box that were left by Wan Feng to Luan Feng, and now one is eaten by the old drunkard.

Wan Feng frowned but didn't say anything after thinking about it.

It is Wan Feng's business creed to do business peacefully and make money, and never to conflict with others unless it is absolutely necessary.

Besides, this is someone else's territory, and the one who suffers from conflicts is himself.

"How much is this fish per catty?" The middle-aged man asked with a straight face while eating cantaloupe.

The women who bought fish all took a step back and no one answered his words.

"They're all sold. These fish cost one yuan." Wan Feng said.

"What! Such a small piece of broken fish sells for one yuan? Do you think that we have no one in Wolong, you little bastard?" A smell of alcohol came to his face.

What is this talking about? Is it expensive for me to sell fourteen or five catties of fish for one yuan? Besides, what do you eat?

Although Wan Feng was furious in his heart, he still had a smile on his face: "Uncle, the fish is a bit small, but my fourteen or five catties of fish are not expensive to sell for one yuan, which is considered the capital price." .”

"Hmph! Cost price? I don't know if you are an old man, this fish is only five cents a catty when it comes down from the sea. How much do you sell it for?"

Of course the ones from the paralyzed seaside are cheap, why are you running to the seaside just to buy two catties of fish? If you go to the seaside to buy two catties of fish, it's up to you whether they sell it or not, and besides, I didn't have to work hard to carry it here.

How much money can I get from the beach and how much to sell here? I'm so sick of my brain!

Wan Feng was about to say something, but unexpectedly, the old drunkard spoke up first: "I've made the decision, I'll give you 30 cents for these fish, get out!"

You call the shots, who the hell are you?

Wan Feng figured it out, he had met Uncle Tun, and he was also an Uncle Tun who drank cat piss and was not particularly disrespectful.

In his previous life, Wan Feng also drank alcohol, but he had never been drunk when he was dizzy.

He has always believed that drinking wine into a person's stomach does not mean drinking into a donkey's stomach, and that drinking must have wine quality, and people who use alcohol to get drunk are crazy.

This old man is trying to show his prestige, but if you show your prestige in front of a child, are you promising?

"Uncle, you are so unshaven, is it interesting for you to bully me as a child?" Wan Feng still had a smile on his face.

"What did you say, little boy? Say it again!" The bearded middle-aged man was still in a good mood, throwing away the leftover melon bottom in his hand and rolling up his sleeves as if he wanted to beat Wan Feng.

Some people gathered here to watch the excitement.

Wan Feng glanced at the crowd around him, judged the situation and took a deep breath.

This is the Black Reef Commune, not the Warriors Commune, and it's at the door of someone's house. If you put up with it first, it's just a dozen catties of green leather.

"Okay, I'm unlucky, I will pay for the fish left today, what do you use to hold the fish?"

"Then whose family, lend you to me."

A woman on the side seemed to be reluctant to hand over the basin.

Wan Feng poured the fish from the weighing plate into the plate with a clatter, and prepared to leave without even turning around for thirty cents.

"Little brat, listen, I will sell things in Wolong in the future, first go pay my respects to my uncle, and tell you that my name is Zhang Xiangping."

Fuck! And this thing, this guy must be cat urine and too much to get carried away, so he just said his name, which saves me the trouble of asking.

In the previous life, Wan Feng was harmless to humans and animals, Mr. Good Man.

But that's not the case with him in this life. Whoever bullies him will definitely bully him back.

Wan Feng's face was full of sunshine: "Uncle! I remember your name, and I will definitely come to visit you."

When Wan Feng said the last sentence, he already had a vicious taste.

After finishing speaking, he got on his bicycle and drove to the outside of Wolong Village.

I will definitely come to visit you.

Wan Feng was ruthless and was already thinking about how to visit him, but Zhang Xiangping's voice came from behind the car as soon as it left the village: "You brat, stop! Don't go!"

Originally, Wan Feng could not stop, but when he turned his head to see Zhang Xiangping, he caught up with him wheezing.

What the hell is this bastard going to do? Do you really think that I dare not do anything here?

Wan Feng glanced around.

At this time, he had already left the village of Xiawolong. In front of him was a mile-long downhill slope. Behind this downhill slope was a reservoir. Wan Feng knew that after reaching this reservoir, there was Huanghui's brigade's Xieling Village.

After crossing Xielingzi, three miles away is the big tree village of Jiangwei Brigade.

Wan Feng made some calculations and rode forward a few meters, and jumped off the bike when it stood on the top of the slope.

He set up the car, reached out to touch the other knife on his back belt, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

How can there be no self-defense when going out.

If this old man wants to steal money from Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will bled you and sue you for robbery, and let you go in to eat corn bread and drink vegetable soup.

Zhang Xiangping came up wheezing and panting, and when he got close, he reached out and almost pointed at Wan Feng's nose: "You are so paralyzed that you stand down, why don't you stop? Are you looking for a beating?"

"Uncle! I'm not going to stop now. My car brake is not very good, so I got off a little slower. What are you going to do?"

"Give me the cantaloupe in your box."

Wan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

You bastard, don't give me a face! Eat one and think about the other.

But there was still a harmless smile on his face: "There are no more melons in the box, so you ate that one."

"Let me listen again. You think I'm blind. Don't look at me. I drank a lot of wine today, but my eyes are bright. I saw two just now."

"It's really gone. If you don't believe me, you can look it up." Wan Feng spread his hands and made a casual gesture.

"Hmph! Wait until I turn the page and find you look good."

After Zhang Xiangping came to Wanfeng Bicycle, he opened the lid of the popsicle box with one hand and reached in with the other.

Wan Feng took a deep breath, the moment Zhang Xiangping reached into the box.

The left hand suddenly pointed to the sky: "Ah! There is a flying saucer!"

Zhang Xiangping looked up at the sky subconsciously, although he didn't know what the flying saucer was.

The moment Zhang Xiangping looked up at the sky, Wan Feng suddenly punched down on the lid of the popsicle box with his hand pointing to the sky.

Just as Zhang Xiangping's hand reached into the box, Wan Feng punched the box cover off with a bang, and it fell down and caught Zhang Xiangping's hand.

"Ah!" Zhang Xiangping screamed.

Before Zhang Xiangping screamed, Wan Feng punched Zhang Xiangping's left eye hard with his right hand.

This punch made Zhang Xiangping's eyes stare, and his body involuntarily staggered and took a step back.

When Zhang Xiangping staggered back, Wan Feng took a step forward with his left foot and kicked Zhang Xiangping's crotch with his right foot.

"Aw!" Zhang Xiangping screamed again, covered his crotch with both hands and squatted down.