Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The effect of inquiring about the black market on the street is not ideal.

Although the environment for doing business is a lot more relaxed now, it doesn't mean that flipping bills is also relaxed. That thing is still illegal, and you have to squat on the fence if you grab it.

Those ticket dealers made themselves as neurotic as spies. Wan Feng dared to say that arresting people who had been in the black market for more than three years taught them foreign languages ​​and sent them abroad to ensure that they were all qualified spies.

Their self-protection awareness is very strict, only those who should know can know them, and those who should not know really don't know them.

Wan Feng asked several people on the street, but almost none of them knew that there was a black market.

I really don't know who the bills in the hands of those people in the black market are sold to?

Huaiyuan County Passenger Station is located in a corner of the county seat, this place is almost considered a suburb, very remote, if not for the few buildings in the distance and the dense houses here, Wan Feng would have thought this was a rural area.

How can we find the black market in Huaiyuan County?

Wan Feng was thinking how to find the black market in Huaiyuan while walking with his head depressed. He walked into a street without knowing it. When he found out that it was just a wider alley, he had to go back.

He hadn't heard about the black market on the street, and he didn't think he could find out about it in an alley, unless the alley was a black market.

But just as he was about to exit, there was a sudden noise and shouts in front of him.

"Don't run if you can! Stop!"

There was a cloud of dust ahead.

Meet a monkey?

Whoever waved the flag had to beat the drum,

Following the sound, Wan Feng saw a skinny young man flying towards him, followed by more than a dozen youths chasing after him with sticks and bricks in their hands.

Wan Feng was dumbfounded when he saw it: Hei Shi can fight?

It's not like, those guys in the back said that they are a bit of a mess, but what the hell is this guy running in front? Like a thief at best.

Wan Feng flashed to the edge of the alley.

Ugly, let's stick to the wall! So as not to splatter blood on the body.

Unexpectedly, when the guy who looked like a thief passed by him, he pulled him back and pointed at the guys behind who were beating drums and drums, and then shouted: "Brother! They bullied me, beat them!"

After calling this guy, he ran away.

Wan Feng was confused, was he being used as a gun?

The answer is yes.

"There are still ambushes here! Just beat him!" Then those who were chasing came running towards him.

Aiya, I go! Just now that bastard actually used Lao Tzu as a shield, it's unlucky to be paralyzed.

"Big brothers, listen to my explanation, I don't know that bastard at all."

Wan Feng turned around and shouted while running.

"I heard that he was with that bastard, he can even pronounce that bastard's name clearly! Chase!"

What? Just now that bastard called that bastard!

He knows the surname Na, so why is he still called that bastard!

This time, the yellow mud fell off the crotch, so I had to run away.

Wan Feng let go of his girl and ran like a steam train, darting back and forth in the alley.

He was not familiar with this place at all, and he didn't know how it happened. After three or two drills, he got to the edge of a small river outside the city, and got under a very deserted small wooden bridge in embarrassment.

Mahler Gobi, who did I provoke? Inexplicably being chased into a dog, I don't know I haven't had lunch yet!

It's all the fault of that little bastard who framed me for no reason, if I catch him...

Huh? How could this bastard be here?

Wan Feng, who was scolding his mother in his stomach, turned his head and found that the bastard who framed him was also hiding under the bridge, and he was still looking at him with a mocking face.

It looks like he is older than himself.

You can frame Lao Tzu casually.

"You son of a bitch, dare to frame me, as if I grew up eating tofu!" Wan Feng roared, and a tiger rushed down the mountain.

That guy even wanted to fight back, but was punched face to face by Wan Feng until his nose and mouth were bloody, and when he kicked down, Wan Feng cut his hands back and stepped on the bottom of his feet.

"Are you convinced?"

"I don't agree, if I didn't eat for two days, you can't beat me at all!"

"Didn't eat for two days? You ran so fast when you were paralyzed for two days. Say, how can I compensate me for framing me? First pay twenty yuan for mediocrity." After speaking, his feet still dangled on his body a few times.

"Big brother, who can tell me." The guy immediately gave in.

"Who cares who is the big brother? I am as old as you when I am paralyzed? Get the money first, and then talk. If you don't have money, I will bury you under this bridge."

"Brother! Do you think I look rich? Don't I just owe someone fifteen yuan? I haven't seen so many people chasing me and wanting to beat me to death!"

Wan Feng thinks about it too, this guy's outfit is estimated to be worth two yuan, and the inside of the clothes is still empty, it's only two or three days in April, this guy is going to be shirtless?

"Bah! Poor ghosts dare to provoke me."

Wan Feng kicked the guy, ran to the side to sit down, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

The man got up from the ground, went to the water's edge and washed his face with water. He turned around and saw Wan Feng smoking, his Adam's apple twitched.

"Stay two meters away from me, take one more step forward and I'll kick you into the river."

"Brother..."

"Who cares about the big brother?"

"brother…"

"Who call a brother? Do I know you?"

"That's called the head office, right? Do you still have cigarettes, can you give me one?"

Wan Feng gave him a bad look, thought for a while, took out a cigarette and threw it over.

Then I watched him take a cigarette and look left and right.

"It's a good cigarette! It also has a filter. I've never smoked a cigarette with a filter."

After finishing speaking, he took the cigarette and dried up in a hurry.

"Dude, fire."

"What the hell do you rely on for fireworks!" He threw the lighter over as he spoke.

What made Wan Feng speechless was that the guy put the lighter in his pocket after lighting the cigarette.

"I'll count to three and if you don't take out my lighter, you'll go swimming in the river."

"Hey, sorry, I'm used to it."

After speaking, he took out the lighter and returned it to Wan Feng.

"You call that bastard? Did your father give you that name when he drank too much?"

"Who said I'm called that bastard, I'm called that Wen Tan."

"Listen, it's still that bastard, in the banner?" Only Manchus have a surname, and it seems that they are in the same family as Cixi.

That Wen Tan nodded.

"How old are you?"

"sixteen."

"Stop going to school?"

That Wen Tan gave Wan Feng a blank look, as if to say that this is not nonsense.

"It doesn't look like you have a job, so what are you doing? Be a thief?"

"Am I not a thief?"

"I don't think so. You look like a real thief."

That Wentan wanted to get angry, but when he thought about the opponent's combat power, he immediately withered.

"I'll say it again, I'm not a thief. Sometimes I let other people gamble money, and sometimes I run errands for people in the black market. I have never stolen a penny."

black market!

Wan Feng shot a golden light immediately.

How to say that sentence: There is no place to find when you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Unexpectedly, I ran around for a while, and the benefits are waiting here.

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