Back to 1984: I built a chicken farm on a barren mountain.

Chen Wenfeng, Niu Da, and Niu Er led the way, followed by Zhou Zhiming and Lao Suntou. They quickly crossed the street and stood at Chen Shouxin's door.

Chen Wenfeng fumbled to open the door, and the others simultaneously turned on their flashlights, which, together with the moonlight, illuminated Chen Wenfeng.

Emerging suddenly from the darkness, Chen Wenfeng was momentarily disoriented. He felt surrounded by white light, and it took his eyes a while to adjust.

The lock on the door was gone, and Chen Wenfeng pushed the door, but found it a little difficult to move.

He shone his flashlight through the crack in the door and saw that there were bolts hanging inside, but not many. He looked down and searched on the ground, found a wooden stick about the thickness of a chopstick, reached in and pried it a few times, and the bolts fell off, and the door opened.

Actually, when they entered, Han Laosi told Hou Laizi to close the door. After Hou Laizi bolted the door, he turned it back a little, only blocking it slightly, which saved Chen Wenfeng and the others the trouble of climbing over the wall.

Chen Wenfeng knew that the door to his third uncle's house was a bit noisy, so he carefully pushed it open little by little. He didn't care about disturbing the other party. He even had a slight urge to fight. The reason he was being so careful was that he suddenly had the idea of ​​playing around with Han Laosi and the others.

Although Chen Wenfeng was a rough and unruly man in his previous life, he became more and more cautious as he felt the pressure of life. In this new life, he can remain rational, but he doesn't want to live so cautiously.

It means to take revenge for every wrong done to you, vent your anger whenever you feel it, and live a carefree life.

Chen Wenfeng carefully pushed open the courtyard gate, letting Old Sun, Zhou Zhiming, Niu Da, and Niu Er all come in. He then closed the gate and found a few bricks in the yard, which he leaned against the doorway.

"Brother Feng, what are you doing?"

"Lock the door and beat the dog. Do you want them to get away...?"

......

The card game inside the house started again.

Zheng Dali spent the whole afternoon drinking with Chen Shouxin. Chen Shouxin kept telling Zheng Dali that if he was afraid of losing that night, he wouldn't play anymore.

Zheng Dali is the kind of person who "screws in the outhouse with his face turned outwards." If Chen Shouxin tries to persuade him to continue gambling, he might have some doubts, but the more Chen tries to persuade him, the more rebellious he becomes.

I'm sure I'll win today. And to put it another way, am I someone who's afraid of losing?

Zheng Dali was already holding a grudge and wanted to get back at them tonight. With the added influence of alcohol, he was a bit out of his mind.

Chen Shouxin wanted Zheng Dali to be in this state. He admired Han Laosi's shrewdness, but also felt that Han Laosi was too cautious.

Four people can't handle Zheng Dali? Let's settle this at the card game, why waste this bottle of wine!

At this moment, Zheng Dali, still intoxicated, was tightly surrounded by Han Laosi, Chen Shouxin, and two accomplices.

They had already played a few rounds when Zheng Dali's luck suddenly turned around, and he won.

Just as they were preparing for the next round, Han Laosi spoke up:

"I have things to do at the factory tomorrow, so we can't just play around like this. How about we play a few big games tonight and have some fun?"

Chen Shouxin:

"That depends on how big the game is. I'm afraid I can't handle something too big."

Han Laosi rolled his eyes at Chen Shouxin and said:

"If you can't handle it, then quit. How petty!"

Chen Shouxin wasn't angry when Han Laosi interrupted him; instead, he turned to look at Zheng Dali:

"Dali, what do you think?"

"I'll play with you no matter how old you are!"

"readily!"

The other two NPCs also said they would play along.

Chen Shouxin pretended to be troubled and said:

"Since you're all playing, I guess I'll have to join in. But it's a deal: if you're using my space tonight, you'll have to pay me for the space."

"You'll get your share!"

Hou Laizi chimed in from the side:

"You guys play, I don't have that much capital."

"If you're not going to play, just sit in the back and watch, and don't say anything."

Han Laosi knew that Hou Laizi didn't have much money, but he liked to bring Laizi along. After all, as a factory director, it would be respectable to have a follower.

Hou Laizi remained silent and moved his stool back a little.

The four continued, and Han Laosi winked at one of them, saying:

"Old Qian, you deal the cards."

Old Qian then began shuffling the cards. After shuffling a few times, he said, "This deck is old. I'll get a new one."

After saying that, Lao Qian went to his bag to get the cards.

Because they were in a small hut on the far east side, the hut was very small, so Old Qian left his bag outside. Old Qian went out for a long time but still didn't come back.

Han Laosi grew impatient and said to the other shill:

"Go get checked out, maybe your kidneys aren't doing well, and you can't help urinating again."

The other person also went out.

for a long time.

Han Laosi couldn't sit still any longer and shouted:

"Why are two people taking so long to get the cards!"

"The cards are here."

"They're here..."

The light flickered, and two people entered at the same time, throwing a new deck of cards onto the table.

Han Laosi reached out and touched the cards; something was wrong with them.

Looking up, he saw that it wasn't the two people he had brought, but Chen Wenfeng and Niu Er!

Chen Wenfeng smiled and said:

"The cards are fine, let's begin!"

Han Laosi cursed:

"Where are those two people from before?"

"They're tired, let them rest for a while."

Upon seeing Chen Wenfeng, Chen Shouxin was furious and said:

"How did you get in?"

Chen Wenfeng adopted a nonchalant attitude and slowly said:

"They walked in."

He ignored Han Laosi and Chen Shouxin, and said to Zheng Dali:

"Uncle Zheng, let's go back. It's getting late, and we have to get up early to sell meat tomorrow!"

Zheng Dali recognized Chen Wenfeng. He had a good impression of Chen Wenfeng, but at this crucial moment when he was winning money, he said:

"Wenfeng, wait until I've finished these few hands of cards before we go back."

Chen Wenfeng sighed and said:

"Uncle Zheng, do you know that Boss Han is planning to rip you off?"

"Wenfeng, stop fooling around. Uncle's winning money right now. We'll talk about it later!"

Seeing that Zheng Dali's eyes were glazed over, his voice reeked of alcohol, and he seemed somewhat incoherent, Chen Wenfeng knew he couldn't persuade him with just a few words, so he called out towards the door:

"Master Sun, come in!"

Old Sun heard Chen Wenfeng call him and stepped inside.

Han Laosi and Chen Shouxin saw an old man who looked aggressive and had a very domineering look in his eyes.

Hou Laizi was very familiar with Old Sun, but this was the first time he had seen Old Sun look at him like that, and he felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity and fear.

Without saying a word, Old Sun kicked over the table piled with playing cards and change, startling Han Laosi.

Chen Shouxin realized what was happening and said:

"You're causing trouble, Dali! He's preventing you from winning money!"

Zheng Dali was indulging in gambling and was already impatient with Chen Wenfeng's advice. When he saw this unfamiliar old man come in, he flipped the table, very unhappy, and reached out to grab Old Sun.

Han Laosi and Chen Shouxin were very happy. They knew that Zheng Dali was tall and strong, and if he caught him, he would give them a good beating.

Hou Laizi was a little worried about Old Sun, but Chen Wenfeng didn't seem anxious at all, and simply said:

"Master Sun, take it easy."

"I know what I'm doing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Old Sun ducked away from the other man's hand and then snuggled into Zheng Dali's arms. Zheng Dali was taken aback when the old man not only didn't run away but also got so close to him.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Old Sun slapped Zheng Dali across the face, leaving a clear handprint.