The small shop of the Lu family mainly sells daily necessities, which are very small in scale and not full of goods, but some firecrackers, cigarettes, lighters, toilet paper, and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

However, since the owner Lu Zhiqiang moved a mahjong table that can automatically shuffle cards from other places, this small shop has become a concentration of men and women in the village, playing small cards and playing small gambling.

Therefore, most of the village women who keep the empty house alone, the old men who are lazy and lazy, and the idle young people gather here, each with its own advantages and plans, and the fish and dragons are mixed.

"-"

The young village woman sitting in the south head, under the quiet observation of a group of men behind her, after a few hesitations, pinched out a second cylinder, and before the cards were played first, she screamed violently.

"Huh!"

Almost at the same time, an old man in his fifties shouted happily, and spread out the mahjong tiles in front of him: yes, Hu's is the second cylinder.

There was a commotion among the people, some of them regretful, and some of the fellows who stood behind the young village woman, leaned down, stretched out their hands, and let their arms rub their arms over the bulging breasts, consciously or unconsciously, and then said something like "You should play this card."

Who knows, the young village woman quickly withdrew the second cylinder, took out another eight cylinder, slapped it on the table with a "pop", and immediately screamed unexpectedly: "I came out with eight cylinders, why are you nonsense?" ”

The joy on his face disappeared instantly, and the old man from the next family opened his eyes wide, and stretched out his finger angrily: "You-you just said milk*, what do you mean by playing eight cylinders now-"

In the villages, flirting and scolding and rubbing oil are more common, even young women are not taboo.

Playing mahjong is no exception. So, mahjong in the two cylinders, it is figuratively called milk *, the person who plays the card "milk" from the mouth, the person who touches the card "milk" by the hand pinch, vivid and meaty, as if the whole body can be happy because of this.

The old man's anger is here.

Clinker, the young village woman said without changing her face: "Yes, I said milk*, but I didn't say what milk*, right?" Now, you hear me clearly, I'm out of pig milk, it's eight tubes—"

There is not a large space, and suddenly there is a commotion, amazing, hip-hop, coaxing, persuasion, you say a word, I say a word, and it is a mess.

A sturdy man with a cigarette in his mouth came in from outside the house, showing impatience, and then took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and shouted at the crowd: "I want to see who dares to mess around with me?" What are you talking about? Isn't it just a matter of a few dollars? If you can win, you must also be able to lose, win it, but you can't afford to lose, don't TM come here to play in the future! ”

This sturdy man is the shopkeeper Lu Zhiqiang, about forty years old, with protruding cheekbones, angular cheeks, and obviously a bit of arrogance in his eyes.

Needless to say, after his shouting, the originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down a lot, even the young village woman and the middle-aged man who were standing just now pointing and poking at each other as if they were going to do a big job, also sat down slowly with a smiling face, which meant that the big thing was small and the small thing was small.

Easily calmed the field, Lu Zhiqiang walked to an old Eight Immortals table next to the mahjong table with a little pride. Around the table were four or five young men, ranging in age from fifteen to twenty-three or four, dressed in fancy clothes, who were now playing cards with their sleeves rolled up in various lengths.

took out a pack of hard-suited red plums from his pocket and threw it on the table of the Eight Immortals, Lu Zhiqiang smiled and said: "Erlong, my uncle asked you to help serve the tea, you can pour it well, hide here and play a small gamble." Go and go, all disperse, go outside and smoke. Oh, by the way, the youngest son of the old Fan family came to you, just outside. Uncle told you, you like Xiaolian's girl, you have to have real skills. Xiaolian likes Ba Liang because Ba Liang's kid is a piece of reading material, this is the real ability. Why do you want to beat him every time you see him? Uncle told you that the more you beat, the more useless it becomes. ”

Among the young people, a black face stood up, and he snatched the pack of red plum cigarettes with a hippie smile, and said while dismantling it: "But I don't beat him, and it's no fun!" Uncle, didn't you teach us that what we can't get, we can't let people pick it up. Auntie, no—"

didn't expect his nephew to be able to turn over his old accounts, Lu Zhiqiang glanced at Lu Erlong, but he could only stop there: "You little kid, what do you know?" Don't mention it. Erlong, my uncle told you, this college entrance examination, but we are the first in the town, and he is still an undergraduate, and the secretary of the village party committee is bright about him, maybe one day-"

The girl I like likes likes others, but everyone feels that it is a nest, and young people are even more uncontrollable.

At this moment, Lu Erlong naturally couldn't listen to his uncle say that Fan Baliang was good: the more you say that he is good, the more I will get angry.

So, he quickly put away his hippie smile, and said impatiently: "Uncle, I am your nephew, and if you rob my future daughter-in-law, then he will be my enemy for life." You don't help me, but you still help him talk, this is inside and outside. You can't persuade me about this. Brothers, go out with Erlong, and go out to meet the eight taels that are not beaten. I still don't believe it, just the old Fan family with a nest of bags, there can still be a person who dares to come to the door and work hard. Walk! ”

Born in the village, there is no duty in the tutor, and he thinks it is an interesting pleasure to steal chickens and touch dogs, and over time, he always feels that he is invincible. This is the second dragon of the Lu family, a small black fish in a small pond, who has never seen a crocodile in the river, so he is full of guts, and he has always thought that there is no small fish and shrimp that he can't eat.

A group of people jumped to the door, and saw Fan Baliang sitting on a piece of bluestone, his expression quite calm.

In the eyes of Lu Jia Erlong, this is completely unbearable.

On weekdays, when the kid sees himself, he doesn't say kowtow and beg for mercy, but he always looks frightened when a catastrophe is coming. When they met by chance, his first reaction was usually to step back, ready to run away. On several occasions, it was only after running for two or three miles that he was caught, and the rest was all the virtue of curling up on the ground and holding his head and begging for mercy. Could it be that the brick last time made this kid stupid?

There is inertia in being arrogant and domineering, not to mention that in the eyes of the Lu family's second dragon, this Fan Baliang is a bad seed, and he has no pressure to be at his mercy. So, without waiting for others, he stepped forward and joked: "Who should I come to me desperately?" It turned out to be the bear child of the old Fan family. I think you will change your name directly in the future, just call it Xiong Baliang. What's wrong? What kind of broken university will you grow your ability after taking the exam? Looking for me to settle accounts? Hey, hey, the brick from last time, I'm afraid you forgot-"

Fan Jianqiang in middle school, although he was a good student with excellent character and learning, it did not mean that he had come all the way to the world. In the second semester of his sophomore year of high school, because of an unintentional collision while eating in the student cafeteria, he was scolded by the other party, and even splashed with meal juice on his face.

It seemed that in an instant, Fan Jianqiang, who had always been gentle and elegant in the eyes of teachers and classmates, was completely enraged, and most of the restaurant was so angry that he was beating him with his fists and screaming in a terrifying manner. Since then, students have described him as a man who "holds a textbook in his hand and a fist in his sleeve" and is by no means easy to provoke.

In fact, people who can spend ten years sharpening their swords have super willpower and concentration.

The reason why the student elite can later become the social elite is mainly because they have the characteristics that ordinary people do not have, that is: one thing, either do not do it, do it all out, and never give up halfway!

Think about it, for such people, what is there that they can't do or can't do?

Moreover, as long as their awareness reaches a certain field, then the blood will quickly flow in that field.

Fan Jianqiang is such a person, even so young.

At this point, his consciousness was focused: to cover the black and white with red blood and seal it in the dust.

Zaijian, those sad hearts!

Getting up from the bluestone, he walked up to the Lu family's Erlong, and asked with a little contempt: "You are Lu Erlong?" ”

Lu Erlong almost couldn't believe his ears: the eight taels of the old Fan family, would talk to him like this? Is this still the eight taels of the old Fan family? Am I dreaming?

However, after being surprised and stunned, and making sure that the person in front of him was indeed Fan Baliang, Lu Erlong believed his eyes, and suddenly shouted angrily as if he had suffered humiliation: "Of course I am Lu Erlong, I can beat you as much as I want, Lu Erlong!" Today, my Erlong put the words down, you kid, dare to look at Xiaolian again in the future, see you once, I will beat you once, like a fake-"

Looking at the arrogant and domineering second-rate country in front of him, Fan Jianqiang was really a little disdainful.

In his heart, he hated and pitied the Diao people who came out of the poor mountains and bad waters.

Good mountains and good waters, should have nurtured a kind human nature, such as clear water, such as green freehand.

Bento is really a poor mountain and bad water, and it should also sweat, determined to change his hometown and create a green mountain and green water.

How can a rooster crow a dog thief?

How can you fly?

How can you insult your weak neighbors!

So, Fan Jianqiang couldn't rush forward immediately, threw out half of the brick hidden in his sleeve, and slapped it at Lu Erlong's underbeaten broken mouth, which hurt inside and out.

Still, he held back.

Yes, he decided to take a salted water brush first, and where it hurts, I'll brush it!

"Lu Erlong, listen well, I'm here today to tell you that Yu Xiaolian, whom you like, has been slept with by me, just last night-" With a slight elusive sneer, Fan Jianqiang said in one breath, even he couldn't believe it.