Village World Trading System

The 12 serfs, each of which was 1.8 meters tall, stood directly in front of Lin Jun.

Zhang San'er was just silly!

This Lin Jun, has never looked for such a bunch of big men?

"What are you doing standing up, come on!"

Although Zhang San'er is a bit timid, there are so many others, more than 20 brothers, and they also carry steel pipes, afraid of being a ghost?

With an order, the more than 20 brothers ran towards the serfs with steel pipes.

These people, want to trouble the owner?

Such good masters, these people, how dare to trouble their masters?

These serfs immediately became angry, and the fire was on!

These serfs usually did very heavy farm work, and their physical fitness was well-trained!

Although I was caught by Columbus at sea and made me a little malnourished, I was full of food and meat just now. All of them were alive, full of energy.

Facing the more than 20 rascals and rushed over, it was worthwhile!

"brush--"

The big head grabbed the steel pipe in the ruffian's hand, and shook it hard, and even flew the ruffian into the air.

The strength is not so big!

It's like a wolf entering a flock, even though these ruffians are holding steel pipes, it's useless!

Punch one, knock it down!

After hitting these ground ruffians and looking for teeth, there is no chance to kneel on the ground and call Dad!

The remaining serfs were also good fighters.

In their era, fighting was all based on fists, and there were no hot weapons.

These serfs, who usually did farm work, would go to the front to fight if there really was a conflict.

Everyone's skill is extraordinary!

These rascals, in front of them, are not enough to look at them, and there is no power to fight back at all!

Suddenly, there was a wailing, and more than 20 grounds fell to the ground within 10 minutes.

If Lin Jun hadn't told these serfs to be careful not to hurt people's lives, they would definitely cause a few lives.

In the countryside, as long as the fight does not kill people, the police do not bother to control it.

After all, there are too many family powers in places like the countryside, even if the police are deliberate, they can't manage it.

"San'er, I'll just say you don't have diapers, right?"

"Look, good trousers, wet again!"

Lin Jun led his 12 serfs and surrounded Zhang San'er.

Zhang San was so scared that his face turned green. He has been in Ninggang Village for so many years, and it is the first time he suffered such a big loss.

My own brothers, in front of Lin Jun's big guys, are absolutely helpless!

These people stood by their side, let alone shot, the pressure alone made him feel trembling.

Needless to say, the middle of the crotch is wet again!

"Dajun, they are all from the same village, so I have something to say!"

Zhang San'er smiled, knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy.

"Yes, easy to say!"

"Look, these workers, I have no clothes to wear!"

Lin Jun smiled and glanced at the ruffians rolling on the ground.

These 12 serfs came from Columbus, all dressed like beggars.

All are ragged!

Lin Junzheng is worried about how to buy some clothes for these people. After all, he is not the slave leader of the slave society in the past.

These serfs, strictly speaking, could not be regarded as their own slaves, but only as their own subordinates.

To treat your subordinates, you still have to be benevolent and righteous.

Lin Jun doesn't have a loose hand right now, so he takes a fancy to Zhang San'er's clothes.

Although it may be a bit smaller, it is stronger than the rags on these serfs!

"Get me up and undress!"

Zhang San'er immediately understood, instructing his little brother to start undressing.

These people were planted in the hands of Lin Jun, who dared not to be obedient, one by one, they got off the hook, faster than anything!

"Don't take off your underwear!"

Seeing a ground ruffian wants to take off his underwear, Lin Jun hastily stopped it. Who wants your underwear?

"Why don't you take it off?"

After speaking, he glared at Zhang San again.

"Take it off, take it off now!"

Zhang San'er also hurriedly took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of underwear.

"Hold your pants on top of your head, stand at the door, dry them before going home!"

Pointing to Zhang San'er's wet pants, Lin Jun pointed out the door.

"what?"

Zhang San'er was taken aback for a moment. It was almost 6 o'clock, and the sun was going down. When could it be dried?

But seeing the ferocious expression of the big head next to Lin Jun, he had no choice but to lift his wet pants on top of his head.

Then, a group of people accompanied him, wearing only a pair of underwear, standing at the door, drying their pants!

If it wasn't for the wind, I guess it wouldn't be dry tomorrow!

After almost half an hour passed, Zhang San'er hurried off as soon as he saw that his pants were dry.

………

"These clothes are yours!"

Inside the farm, Lin Jun pointed to the spoils on the ground.

Looking at these clothes, these serfs were suddenly excited and don't want them!

Master, even allowed himself to wear the same clothes as him?

Where they live, slaves must be clearly distinguished from their masters, regardless of clothing, food, shelter, and transportation!

The clothes of slave owners and slaves are clearly distinguished by class!

Even some slaves are not worthy of wearing clothes!

If the slave dared to wear clothes that did not fit his identity, he would be put to death and beheaded!

And now, the master not only feeds them meat, but also clothes them!

Swear to the death to serve the master!

These serfs have become loyal because of Lin Jun's benevolence!

Several people stepped forward and put the clothes that the ruffian took off on themselves.

Why is this fabric so light and smooth to the touch?

The feeling of wearing them is completely different from the rags on them!

Although the clothes worn by these ruffians are all sold on the ground, acrylic, chemical fiber, and blended fabrics are definitely not seen by these Indians!

Several serfs couldn't help crying!

Master, it is so kind to yourself!

Looking at these big guys in poorly fitting clothes and hairstyles that are not in line with modern life, Lin Jun couldn't help laughing.

Before he could laugh out loud, Lin Jun's cell phone rang.

This time, it was either a reminder from the Wanjie Wealth Classic or the phone rang.

The one who called was the second soldier in the vegetable wholesale market!

He is coming to pull the cucumber!

Lin Jun looked at the time, it was less than 7 o'clock in 5 minutes!

This second soldier really doesn't want to leave himself for a minute!

Deliberately want to push yourself to a dead end!

However, he must have never expected that he had obtained 12 serfs from Columbus!

3000 catties of cucumbers, he was ready long ago!

Soon, the triumphant soldier drove a truck to Lin Jun's farm.

"Lin Jun, are the cucumbers ready?"

The second soldier jumped out of the car, and an accountant and three loading workers followed him.

In the morning, the 500 catties of cucumbers were sold to Tianfu Supermarket in Leyuan City for 15 yuan per catty.

Lin Jun’s cucumbers were of inferior quality, and 500 catties were sold out in less than two hours!

Now, the purchase at Tianfu Supermarket is rushing to him.

Thinking that Lin Jun was about to breach his contract, he could buy these cucumbers for 5 yuan, and the two soldiers were happy.

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