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Chapter 138 The master was so handsome just now! (Please subscribe)
"Hold it, don't cry, just try it again and it will be fine!"

Sun Jianping looked at the symmetrical bulging face, curled his lips, and hitting him again would definitely destroy this symmetrical beauty...

How about changing places?

Like the crotch?
How about an equilateral triangle?
"Jianping, it's almost done!" Lao Cao coughed, "Boy, let me tell you, the people in our Ermajia are not so easy to mess with. If you want revenge, just do it!"

"I'm afraid you'll be dead when the time comes, but you won't be able to come back!" Zhang Ziyi threw out the dagger, flew close to his increasingly round face, nailed it firmly to the birch pole beside him, and threatened!
"No, no, no, I don't dare..."

This guy is speechless.

"Go away, you still want to eat two pieces of dirt!"

Zhang Ziyi walked up to him, pulled out the dagger that penetrated an inch, and kicked him hard on the butt. The pain made the guy cover his buttocks and scream!
"roll!"

Sun Jianping also roared.

Lao Cui held his buttocks and walked towards Nahe Farm with one step at a time. Lao Cao raised his hand and gave Zhang Ziyi a slap on the neck, "Look at that tiger coming out, you really want to beat him to death!"

"How can you be tortured to death? In this wilderness, just wipe your neck and bleed it, then bury it in the snow...who knows!"

Lao Cao swung his cannon and said, "The more you talk, the more despicable you are. Jianping, hurry up and drive Curly Man back. Your Uncle Zhang and I will go in and pull the corn bran!"

The two brothers are not afraid of Lao Cui. At worst, a white knife goes in and a red knife comes out. But if Lao Cui retaliates and deliberately makes things difficult for Sun Jianping, things will be in trouble.

Sun Jianping was also a man who was not afraid of trouble. He insisted on going to the farm with them to collect corn bran, but Lao Cao persuaded him to go back.

Fine!

He picked up the riding crop, shook it twice, made a snap, changed the cart, and drove the curly horse back.

The curly-haired horse turned to look at him and meowed!
The master was so handsome just now!

"Huh, I forgot to knock out one of his teeth just now, so he will have a long memory!" Sun Jianping grinned.

Again, the so-called kindness and tolerance are useless in this barbaric land!

Only fists are recognized here!

Take the world with your fists!

Hit with electric cannon with fist!

This is the survival philosophy of Daxinganling!

Simple and rude!
Sun Jianping drove the carriage back to Ermajia Village. The carriage rolled over the small wooden bridge over the Gulu River. At this time, in the team headquarters, Aunt Xu was leading a group of women to sift the corn bran brought back through an iron mesh sieve.

There are also a lot of intact corn kernels in the corn bran. They are all shriveled particles that are not of high quality. Farmers look down upon them, but they are more than enough to be used as feed for horses!
"Jianping is back, is it cold?" Li Xiuzhi ran over, patted the frost on his hat and chin, and asked with concern, "You haven't eaten yet, the rice is sitting in the pot, go back and make up for it!" "

"Yeah!" Sun Jianping nodded, looking at the corn bran that had been piled up in half of the yard, "Sister-in-law, how much grain can be produced?"

"Now there are three big bags!" Li Xiuzhi pointed to the foot of the wall, where there were already three bags of sifted corn kernels, her tone full of briskness.

"You have done a great thing for our village!"

"Hey!" Sun Jianping scratched his head in embarrassment, "Then I'll go back to eat first."

"go Go!"

After lunch, Sun Jianping caught up with the carriage and went straight to Nahe Farm.

The entrance to the farm was quiet, and the militiamen with guns they saw last time were not there. Wang Liansheng drove a carriage and pulled out a cart full of sacks. The sacks were naturally filled with corn bran.

He shook his whip at Sun Jianping and cracked it. Sun Jianping also smiled and the two passed by each other.

The carriage swaggered into the farm, and you could see a black locomotive parked in the field from a distance, pulling several carriages, standing there like a steel centipede, very majestic and domineering.

The train carriages were all opened, and many migrant workers were carrying bags of grain marked with "Nahe Farm" and "Special Supply" from the grain depot. They stepped on long wooden boards like acrobatics and trotted all the way to carry the grain. In the carriage, the codes are neat. "These are good grains delivered to the capital..."

At some point, Lao Cao came around and sat down on the carriage, holding a pipe in his mouth and looking eagerly at the grains with envy in his eyes.

"Uncle, I passed by here last time when I was selling tofu, and Director Zou asked me to bring some for you. Do you two know each other?"

"That was all so many years ago. The superiors sent him to this farm to receive the little devils. He had a few meals and stayed at our house for a few nights. Your aunt was still alive at that time..."

Lao Cao made an understatement and passed by. Sun Jianping rubbed his nose and stared at the food on the train, his little mind racing!
Finally, we arrived at the place where the corn bran was piled. What the farm didn’t like was something that the farmers valued. In previous years, the corn bran was secretly “sold” by a few bosses on the farm to farmers in the surrounding countryside. This year If Sun Jianping and Aunt Cai hadn't said hello, these "good things" wouldn't have had their turn.

"Hurry up and pretend, it's getting dark soon!"

In spring, the farm has to clean up the yard and prepare for spring plowing. The mountains of corn bran have become a useless burden. According to the rules of previous years, the farm sells half of the corn bran and half gives it away at the price of 30 cents per cart. Sold to surrounding production teams.

In front of the pile of corn bran as high as a hill, many farmers from ten miles and eight villages gathered to collect corn bran. They were like miners digging coal mines, holding big-end shovels and struggling to put the corn bran into sacks. His hair and clothes were all covered with red and white corn bran.

When the farm workers saw this scene, they stamped their feet in disgust and hid far away, fearing that the corn bran flying in the sky would fall on them and stain their brand new clothes.

"It would be great if we could round up these corn bran!" Xiao Lu giggled while holding the sack, and Zhang Ziyi gave him a slap in the face.

"Hold your bags!"

Sun Jianping parked the car aside, tied the horse's reins to a wooden stake nearby, and picked up a shovel to help load the sacks.

Zhang Ziyi wiped his sweat and looked at the increasingly smaller pile of rice bran. His tiger eyes chattered around and landed on the train in the distance.

There, porters were carrying entire bags of grain to the train carriages.

Comrade Lao Zhang chirped and thought of a trick.

"Jianping, come here!"

Sun Jianping put down his shovel and walked over, "What's the matter, uncle? Is that guy here to cause trouble again?"

"What the hell, even if you give him a hundred courages, he won't dare to do it!" Zhang Ziyi spat, throwing down the shovel, "Let's go shopping there with uncle!"

"You two come back here and run out again to cause trouble..."

When Lao Cao shouted, the two men turned to look at him and ran towards the train in a hurry, making the old man so angry that he stamped his feet!
Just cause trouble!

The two men stood under the train and looked at the food in the carriage.

Corn, flour, rice, soybeans...are sorted into categories and stacked neatly.

Seeing so much food, Zhang Ziyi's stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

Seeing the two people standing under the carriage, stretching their necks and looking up, a man who looked like a team leader came over and waved his hand impatiently, "Go, go, go to the other side, this is the food that is going to be transported to the capital! Forget about throwing it away. who!"

When Zhang Ziyi heard this, he became furious!

I was just curious to see who I was!
"Still not leaving? Believe it or not, let the security department arrest you two!" the team leader shouted arrogantly, pulling his neck.

Zhang Ziyi's fists clenched loudly, and his tiger eyes almost burst out of fire. Sun Jianping hurriedly pulled his sleeves to signal him to calm down!

We are on a farm!
Don't cause trouble!
Zhang Ziyi glared at the team leader, took a deep breath, turned around, and walked step by step towards the corn bran pile.

"What's the matter? You've been given a meal and come back?" Lao Cao finished loading a sack of corn bran. When he saw the two men coming back in disgrace, he smiled, stuffed a pot of cigarettes, and took a puff, "It's from someone else's farm." They are all workers, and they are paid. They look down on us old farmers, and you went out of your way to post it. It is really embarrassing for others to ignore you..."

"Oh, it's not your fault, you little bastard. I told you to take over the farm that year, but you were afraid of this and that..." Zhang Zi couldn't help but roared, scaring the old man's face until he turned pale. Got it!

"You're angry again!"

(End of this chapter)