Alcohol is indeed a good thing, it can make people involuntarily relax, of course, the fragrant pheasant meat in the mountains is also a little seduced Zhuang Chengdong's gluttony, took Shi Jianren's wine bowl and continued to be proud: "Just because Lao Tzu has been a soldier for a few years, he has faded out of the bird to play basketball every day, believe it or not, I can find food and drink every day!"

Shi Jianren was a little curious: "Have you ever been a soldier?" The army should always be something that strategists are familiar with, but it's a pity that in this era, he can at most get involved in business warfare.

Zhuang Fatzi's face was full of disdain: "What? Do you still want to be a soldier? Do you think it's majestic to be a soldier? Have you heard of a good man not being a soldier? Lao Tzu really fell for this **** party-state, and wasted the most important few years in vain, and didn't get anything, only saw those guys who eat people and don't spit out bones......"

started his bloody anger as always, Shi Jian Ren did not pick up the stubble, and focused on cleaning up the fatter pieces of meat, obviously Zhuang Fat Man used chopsticks to play basketball as domineering as him.

Zhao Zifu didn't grab the meat, but a hint of ridicule appeared on his face, and he slowly pinched the end of the chopsticks and grabbed a piece of meat to eat, and was caught by Zhuang Chengdong, and immediately exploded: "Pretend to be your * mom x, I don't know you people who are engaged in pyramid schemes? March doesn't know the smell of meat, what are you pretending to be calm! Find out, I can still work hard to make these barbarians eat now, what will you do?

Zhao Zifu put on a high-ranking appearance and was too lazy to deal with it, but compared with Shi Jianren's indifference of really not caring about other people's insults, it was a little contrived, which aroused the anger of the big man even more: "If this guy didn't get me out, either you killed me, or I killed you! I don't share the ...... with you" Speaking of this, he actually turned around and scolded Shi Jianren, who was watching the excitement, "I want you to have a lot of trouble! Lao Tzu has his own plan to stay there, and I want you to get Lao Tzu out......"

Shi Jianren, who was holding the wine bowl, was a little surprised, this person ...... Is it the masochistic mentioned in the psychology books, and you have to be beaten and bruised over and over again in the MLM organization to be comfortable?

But he still didn't speak, one of the two guys in front of him was too poisoned, and the other was too angry, so he didn't have so much strength to persuade slowly. Just consume it slowly.

In the end, Zhuang Fat Man obviously borrowed wine to drown his sorrows and snatched Shi Jianren's wine to drink, and after seeing the wind falling, Shi Jianren didn't bother to get him upstairs, so he removed a door panel in the cafeteria for him to sleep. Just grabbed a quilt and covered it, Zhao Zifu still didn't seem to see anyone around, he should eat and sleep.

The next three or four days were almost spent like this, and Shi Jianren would go down to the mountain stream every day to harvest two or three fish. Many of them were released, and on the way back from Moon Lake, he also put a looper on the side of the road, caught two hares, three pheasants, and a pangolin was released by Shi Jianren, Zhao Qian no longer appeared by his side at all times, but was very focused on communicating with the minority grandmothers in the settlement, and drew a lot of things on the paper and pen found in the guest house.

Zhuang Chengdong played basketball every day and mingled with the locals, and as the sprained leg was relieved, his basketball skills became more amazing. But the locals seem to be a little aesthetically fatigued, and it's not interesting to be abused by him all day long, hehe smiled and didn't bet with him, this guy is too big and round, and the mountain people are not rich at home.

But obviously Zhuang Chengdong's face is much more cheerful, but as long as he drinks every night, he will inevitably scold and get drunk, and Shi Jianren will continue to buy wine.

Zhao Zifu was the one who insisted the best, looking at him with a dead face.

Just when Zhuang Chengdong's basketball diplomacy came to a dead end, it was time to catch the market!

And this day is also the day when the shuttle bus in the county comes, and the sky is bright early in the morning. There are many mountain ethnic minorities who choose this settlement as a bazaar, surrounded from all sides, silently appearing in every corner!

Zhao Qian, who learned to get up early and do boxing movements with Shi Jianren in the open space of the guest house, was startled, especially those with all kinds of national costumes. Some of the mountain people even exuded a fierce aura all over their bodies, and they looked at her with a little nervousness.

Shi Jianren was also novel at first, but he was much calmer: "No malice, I may rarely see a good-looking city girl like you, isn't there hot water boiling on the stove, and it is filled in a basin with sweet potatoes." We brought it to them to drink, at this time they were vigorously exercising and walking on the mountain road, and drinking cold water overnight was very hurtful. "When you are young, you will feel that it is extremely hot to come to a bowl of cold well water at the mouth is the most comfortable, but the hundred-year-old old man will warn Xiao Buyi that in ancient times when there was no explosives, people used hot stones to pour cold water, and cold and hot alternately to burst hard stones.

Zhao Qian's eyes lit up, and she almost jumped back to bring it out, and brought a few bowls, Shi Jianren walked forward with a hot water basin, and took the initiative to ask these locals who were obviously wearing stars and moons to come over if they needed to drink water, and sure enough, looking at the rather fierce mountain people, they were a little honest or embarrassed to reach out and take the bowl to scoop and drink, and found that it seemed that the warm hot water was indeed more thirst-quenching.

When the two walked down in a circle, Zhao Qian's face fluttered with excitement and a blush after labor, as if she understood Shi Jianren's sense of accomplishment in helping people, but Shi Jianren reminded her: "There are more than two hundred and eighty people, it should come from three or four different ethnic minorities, some of them are very distinctive in their costumes, have you noticed?"

The female college student immediately stuffed the bowl to Shi Jianren, turned around and ran back to add this investigation project to herself.

Shi Jianren was very leisurely and came back, and there were a lot of things in the basin that the mountain people gave him, and others originally brought them dozens of miles away to exchange money, just because of the care of that little hot water, he was grateful for the return.

Speaking of which, these mountain people retain a more simple folk customs.

Walking back to the guest house, Zhao Zifu, who was standing on the wooden corridor, looked at Shi Jianren fixedly, thoughtfully.

And Zhuang Fatzi should have been sleeping soundly at this time, and he was probably woken up by Zhao Qian's running, and deliberately shot at the rebound with a basketball in his heart!

Obviously, it was fishing in Jiang Taigong, not to mention, there were really a few young people who came over to watch curiously.

Shi Jianren went back to the kitchen and began to clean up these small pieces of meat and all kinds of wild vegetables and fruits, and then got two fish to stew soup, a big pot of soup, the staff of the guest house yawned and saw some puzzled, and a little sarcastic walked away, probably thinking that he wanted to sell for money.

In fact, the whole market is not very lively, these mountain people are very tacit squatting in their respective places, exchanging things with each other, there are more prey, there are more grains, vegetables and fruits, they are very familiar with each other's barter, the busiest is a group of people who bring a lot of herbs, some people come with illness, after treatment, they pay the bill with meat or something, and then almost everyone else is dealing with the commissary, selling things to two or three people there, and then changing them into simple living materials such as salt and hairpin soap, and putting them in the back basket.

But they all seemed to be waiting for something, no one finished their deal and left, quietly squatting in all corners with the characteristic squatting posture of mountain people, whispering to their companions, it was obvious that a lot of today's conversation was focused on the man in the blue and white gradient T-shirt and the city girl in the light blue shirt.

Shi Jianren has a familiar taste in the mountains, although the style of this dress is outside, but they all know that it is something from Moon Lake, so they don't reject him at all, especially when he comes out with a large pot of fish soup and invites these mountain people who have begun to eat dry food to drink casually, there are a lot of kindness and smiles towards him, and some men enthusiastically get up and pat him on the shoulder and even pat his chest, don't say anything, everyone can understand with their eyes, they don't care about each other, and no one gives Shi Jianren anything, especially when he brings out some of the dishes he has made and puts them on the stone platform at the corner of the house, many people are curious to come and taste itThis time, a few young ethnic minority girls were huddled together and shyly observed him up close.

It's just to release goodwill to help people, Shi Jianren, who has countless experience in rushing to the mountains to gather in the mountains, knows very well the needs of the mountain people, and he is also happy to do so, at least so that others will be satisfied with a good mood one day, but what surprised him is that Zhao Zifu actually came downstairs slowly to follow him, and reached out to serve the dishes and plates a little clumsily, but he didn't make it that taste, it was as condescending as serving a plate of dog food and almsgiving.

Really, it may be the subtle differences in demeanor or movements, Zhao Zifu's behavior did not get a little response, and those mountain people looked at him in surprise and bypassed.

The more primitive the place, the more sensitive it is to those instinctive feelings.

Then, at this moment, the roar of the engine was suddenly heard, and almost all the people in the mountains stood up and looked at it with expectant eyes. (To be continued.) )