Just when the pestle was at a loss, there was a sudden commotion on the street, and a familiar scolding voice came:

", I'm angry today! I still can't convince you of a stinky begging for food?"

Hey, isn't this Zhu Wuneng's voice! The pestle was startled and hurriedly walked through the crowd to see.

Sure enough, it was Zhu Wuneng! I saw that he still had bandages on his head, but those young people were gone.

Zhu Wuneng was standing in front of a small noodle restaurant with a menacing attitude, stretching out his hand to pull an old man sitting cross-legged on the ground. The old man was in rags, and he looked like a begging for food.

"Mother, let go, don't rely on Lao Tzu's territory if you don't pay the protection fee!"

Zhu Wuneng scolded and snatched the begging jar in the old man's arms, but the old man hugged the jar and said that he wouldn't let go.

"Okay, let's find a beating......" Zhu Wuneng scolded angrily, and he was about to kick the old man when he raised his foot.

The onlookers didn't dare to meddle in their affairs, but the pestle couldn't bear it anymore, and counted all the bad luck of today's day on Zhu Wuneng's head, and shouted angrily: "Bastard, stop!"

"Boom ......"

Zhu Wuneng was startled by this angry shout, and when he looked up and saw that it was an old enemy, he immediately opened his teeth and claws again, and shouted viciously:

"Heh, it's you again, little bastard, it seems that Lao Tzu won't completely pick you up today, you are a ghost!"

Zhu Wuneng let go of the old man who asked for food, rolled up his sleeves and turned to the pestle. But in the blink of an eye, he immediately became soft, took a step back and exclaimed:

"Don't mind, you kid don't mess around, right...... It's going to kill you!"

It turned out that the pestle had a slingshot in his hand at some point, and the rubber band was full and aimed at him.

There seemed to be a magic in the skin of the slingshot, which made Zhu Wuneng's heart tremble. He clearly felt the anger of the pestle, and the aftermath of the thunderclap in the morning was still behind his ears!

"Little ...... Little brother extinguish the fire, your thing is a little evil! I, I admit it today, let's go......"

"Get out!"

The pestle burst into shouts, and Zhu Wuneng was so frightened that he ran away, jumped out of the crowd and disappeared.

The pestle stood in place, and his heart fluctuated, unable to contain the anger for a long time.

At this moment, the curtain of the small noodle restaurant next to him was lifted to reveal a face: "Hey, boy, how good is the kid, come in!"

The pestle turned to see a man of forty-six or seventeen years old. The man was wearing a washed and faded old-fashioned yellow cloth military uniform, which was very rustic. However, he has a square face and short hair, thick eyebrows and wide eyes, and he smiles with joy.

The pestle glanced at him coldly, and was not going to ignore him, but suddenly found that the man was standing in the door frame, with legs long and short, and he was also a cripple like himself.

He couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, and said in his heart that there were still people in the world who were like him! Seeing that person's face was kind, he couldn't refuse, but still with vigilance, he asked coldly:

"I don't know you, what are you calling me for?"

"Hey, you guy! I didn't know each other before, but I don't know each other now?"

When the man saw that he was not at ease with himself, he lifted his lame leg and patted it twice on his knee with his hand, and then Lang Lang smiled:

"Just rush at you and me, these two lame legs should have some common language, haha, come on, come in and drink two cups!"

The pestle was also depressed about Bai Lu's affairs, and when he saw that the other party didn't look like a bad person, he pushed the bicycle over and lit it outside the door, and followed him with a curtain.

This is a Shanxi noodle restaurant, the small shop is not big, and there are not many people in this spot. The lame man let the pestle in and placed it on a small table in the innermost.

Only then did the pestle see that there were two plates of small pickles and two bowls of knife-cut noodles on the table, and there was a young man in camouflage uniform standing next to the table.

The man was twenty-one or twelve years old, of medium height, with a thin face, a hat pinned to his waist, and a water bottle hanging from his belt, like an active recruit.

The contrast between the new recruit and the lame man is one younger, one old, one new and one old.

The pestle frowned, and guessed in his heart: What, acting?

"Hey, sit!" At this time, the lame man smiled and beckoned to the pestle, and sat down first.

Still a little vigilant, the pestle put the slingshot on the table and sat down face to face with him, staring at him coldly, not knowing what medicine was sold in his gourd.

"Come, you sit too!" the man squinted at the recruit, a little unexpected.

The recruit stubbornly stood and squinted at him, and made a report: "Report to the chief, the goose does not sit, and the goose cannot violate discipline!"

The recruits speak a strong dialect and speak quite interestingly.

"Silly!" the man looked him up and down, pulling his face down impatiently:

"Xiao Huang, how many times have I told you that this has been all the way, I am not the chief! I am a veteran, will I call me Lao Fang in the future?"

Xiao Huang straightened up and shook his head stubbornly: "It's not good! No! You are the head of the chief, you are the head of the chief!"

"Huh, you rookie, why are you so unventilated?"

The man slapped the table and stood up and dragged his voice to explain helplessly: "Back then, I was just the squad leader of your chief, just a small squad leader! Now that your chief is not here, don't be so decent, awkward!"

"Yes, chief!" Xiao Huang is another standing.

The man got angry, and reprimanded: "Go and go, if you like to sit or not, go to the car and bring the jar of wine!"

Xiao Huang frowned when he heard the words and didn't move: "No, that's what the chief gave you to drink for the New Year." ”

"Hey, you don't care about this, I want to celebrate the New Year today!"

Seeing that Xiao Huang didn't listen to his orders, the man reprimanded loudly:

"Sensei take that mud leg to press Lao Tzu, he gave me the wine is mine, I said that today's New Year and tomorrow can't be the first day of the new year, and if you don't go, I won't introduce the girl to you!"

"Well, the goose goes. Xiao Huang reluctantly turned around and walked out of the noodle shop.

The man who was called the chief was replaced with a smiling face and a joy to the pestle:

"Hey, little brother did well just now! That guy with diapers wrapped around his head is really hateful, if you hadn't come out first, Lao Tzu would have gone out and hugged him two pieces of fat! hehe......"

The sticker kept pressing on the slingshot, and he also vaguely heard some eyebrows just now, the other party was a veteran, but it seemed that he was not a leader.

However, the pestle was also dissatisfied, and asked coldly: "You came earlier than me, why don't you come out early?"

"Hehe...... the man smiled awkwardly, patted his chest and bragged:

"Aren't we old rivers and lakes, what we pay attention to is that if we don't make a move, we will take it directly if we make a move......"

As he was talking loudly, Xiao Huang came in with a small jar of wine, muttering:

Just now the goose was going out to teach the black donkey a lesson, who insisted that it was important to eat noodles and that the soldiers couldn't cause trouble?"

"I ...... You ......"

The man was shortened by Xiao Huang, glared at the bull's eye and scolded:

"Why do you talk to the chief? Yes, I said this, you are an active soldier, but I have already become a civilian, I didn't say that I can't cause trouble?

Xiao Huang was not convinced at all, and put the wine jar on the table and rolled his eyes at him:

"Cut, now I think of myself as the chief to bluff people! Goose, it's also a principled ......"

Xiao Huang looked aggrieved, the man hugged the wine jar in front of him, smiled at him and coaxed: "Blame me for speaking straight, and I'll let you taste the whole cup later!"

"The goose doesn't taste, the goose drives!" Xiao Huang didn't appreciate it.

The man was stunned, became serious again, and scolded:

"Don't be a swan or a goose, go, it's you who introduced Lao Tzu to the delicious knife-cut noodles in your hometown, and you can't just eat noodles with pickles when you drink, go and let the boss make two hard dishes, and go back to your chief and ask him to reimburse you with private money!"

"Cut, stingy!" Xiao Huang pursed his lips disdainfully, muttering to order: "It's all in your hometown, and you have to pay for the heads of the geese......"

"Hey, this kid ......" The man glanced at Xiao Huang, smiled at the pestle, and then opened the wine jar and couldn't wait to hold it to his chest and inhale deeply with his nose, Meimei sighed:

"Well, it's interesting, it's thirty years old!"

He put down the wine jar in admiration, and suddenly asked a question to the pestle:

"You're a big man riding a women's little white pigeon, can you be strong?"