Wan Feng actually doesn't like to fight, whether it's in the previous life or in this life.

In the previous life, he was cowardly, timid and afraid of things, but in this life it is because of psychological reasons.

Anyway, although he is a child on the outside, he is an adult on the inside, and he fights with children every day.

Although he was opposed to hands-on fighting, he did not reject fighting.

Who made him a child now.

He knew that fighting was an indispensable part of a boy's life, a compulsory subject. From a person to an adult, without dozens of battles in between, his life is basically a failure.

Even if you haven't beaten others, at least you've been beaten by others.

If any boy dares to pat his chest and say that he has never fought a battle since he was a child, Wan Feng will definitely give him a hat, and there must be two words written on it.

According to the authentic routine of the northerners, the next conversation between the two sides is like this.

"You're going to beat me up?"

"Try it, try it, which one of you are tun?" the other party was unequivocal.

This question can't be told honestly, to be honest, it's stupid, Wan Feng was just about to be sloppy, and he didn't want to interject from Luan Feng's side: "We are the queen." ”

Wan Feng was dumbfounded.

It seems that this ruined girl's head needs to be repaired, how can she still tell the truth?

Wan Feng really wanted to kick her into the river and let her go to be the companion of Wang Ba.

"The queen of the depression also dares to run to Xiaogushan to swing the cow pen and tell you that Xiaogushan is stepping on the feet of my Xiao Jun. ”

Who did you learn this from? You are a fifteen or sixteen-year-old man who dares to blow such a bull pen! Still trampled on the little lonely mountain? Lao Tzu plans to trample you under your feet.

Wait, Xiao Jun!

It turns out that this thing was such a bear when he was young!

Xiao Jun's name, Wan Feng still knows, this guy is very famous in a radius of dozens of miles from Gushan Mountain to Qingshan Town in the northeast more than ten years later.

Qingshan Town is not the kind of town that was changed from a certain township to a town in the later period, it is an authentic town, and the level H county is almost the same, it belongs to the town household registration and eats commercial grain, but the scale is a little smaller than the county seat.

Xiao Jun will occupy the number one on the underworld in Qingshan Town in the future, and he can be regarded as a big bastard.

But that was more than ten years later, and Wan Feng naturally didn't need to give him any face.

"Shaobibi, hurry up if you want to do it, I still have to buy books after the fight!"

At this point, language is abandoned like snot, and both sides intend to go straight to it.

The two are face to face like top cows, and the next moment there is a tendency to fire the prairie with war.

Seeing that the two little rabbit cubs were about to start martial arts with the tip of their noses against the tip of their noses, the middle-aged female saleswoman who had always been listless stood up.

"Children are not allowed to fight, they have to fight outside, if you don't buy books, give up a place and let the people who buy books come. ”

The other party reluctantly ducked to the side, and looked at Wan Feng angrily.

"Aren't you the queen of the depression? You wait! I'll wait for you by the river, and I'll see how good you are. ”

"Defecate as you like, you can wait if you like, Lao Tzu is guaranteed to arrive after buying the book. ”

With a wave of his hand, the other party took his group of shrimp soldiers and crabs and left violently.

Luan Feng was already trembling, although her personality was a little lawless, but after all, she was a girl, especially if she was still in the field, she was not afraid that it was fake.

Wan Feng didn't care at all, he pointed to the villain book on the counter and said to the salesperson: "Take out one of the villain books that cost seven to nine cents." ”

The salesman frowned and looked at Wan Feng: "Little friend, do you have money? ”

Wan Feng took out two banknotes with a female tractor driver painted on them from his pocket and slapped them on the counter, very imposing.

One of these two dollars is Wan Feng's own, and the other is his sister Wan Fang's.

Wan Feng promised to buy children's books to read, and his sister gave him the New Year's money.

The salesman looked at the two yuan and then at Wan Feng: "Little friend, where did you get this money?

At that time, not to mention children, many adults may not be able to come up with two dollars.

Wan Feng was speechless, I take the money to buy things, what do you care where my money comes from? Even if it is stolen, it is guaranteed that it is not stolen from your house.

Luan Feng is mouth is mouth and owe it again: "He just came back from Longjiang, and his mother will give each person a dollar for the New Year." ”

"And how many children do you have?" the salesman didn't seem to be at ease.

This gossipy Sanba doesn't go to the police station to work as a police officer, it's a waste of talent.

"Auntie, does this have anything to do with me buying villain books?" Wan Feng asked very seriously.

"Of course it matters, if you don't tell you where the money comes from, I won't sell it to you. ”

Isn't this a day, dog! I trade with money and you trade goods at the same price, and you don't even sell them to me!

The drawbacks of the planned economy were shown in front of Wan Feng.

"Three, a younger brother and a younger sister. In order to be able to buy children's books smoothly, Wan Feng had to answer honestly.

"Really?" said the salesman's aunt was skeptical.

"Really, really, his brother is ten years old and his sister is seven years old. Luan Feng's mouth leaked all the secrets of the Wanfeng family like a whirlwind.

Wan Feng's big eyes slammed into Luan Feng's face.

"Can you die if you don't speak?"

Luan Feng grimaced.

This time, the salesperson didn't have any doubts, and bent down to pick up the children's books from the counter.

Whoa, one picked out a large stack of the same.

At that time, the most common price of villain books was nine cents, the lowest price was seven cents, and the highest price was one dime and two cents.

Wan Feng selected them one by one very carefully, and at the same time calculated the price in his heart.

Luan Feng's two paws were not idle, pulling this book and pulling that one, turning two pages of this book and two pages of that one, which can be regarded as a dry addiction.

Most of these villain books occupy historical themes, such as Du Shi Niang, Fan Lihua, Cai Wenji, etc., especially the Three Kingdoms.

There are several versions of the villain book with the theme of the Three Kingdoms, at most one version, and there are more than 20 copies in a set.

These are not the scope of Wan Feng's choice, he mainly chooses modern war themes, such as chicken feather letters, tunnel warfare, who is the eighteenth, earth artillery brigade, etc.

He picked out one and put it next to him, and soon he picked out twenty-five children's books.

Fourteen of the twenty-five children's books are seven-cent, five are eight-cents, and the remaining six are nine-cents.

He didn't buy a dime or more.

The cost is too high and is not conducive to turnover.

"Okay, Auntie! That's all, twenty-five copies, nine cents and two cents a piece, and you have to find me eight cents." ”

The salesman added the children's books picked out by Wan Feng with an abacus crackling, which was exactly the same as the number calculated by Wan Feng.

"Wow, kid, you're doing math, what grade are you in?"

"Five years, six years in the second half of the year. ”

"You're in the fifth grade at such a young age, how old are you?"

Wan Feng turned a cloth bag sewn from behind his back, put the children's books into it one by one, and replied while loading: "Thirteen years old." ”

After loading the children's books, Wan Feng and Luan Feng walked out of the Xiaogushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative.