I burped, the smell of urine, I haven't smelled it, it's still the urine of the ancients. It's also considered to be a long experience, so let's drink a pot of antiques by yourself.

What kind of intangible cultural heritage do you make, Lao Tzu eats the original and real culture!

As above, etc., it is all Lin Jianqiu's self-comfort. There is no way, how can you walk the rivers and lakes without being knifed, and if you are knifed, it is better to give full play to the spirit of Ah Q.

The wine is good, and the words are getting more slowly.

During the banquet, Lin Jianqiu asked him a question to Boss Qiu, which was called a gushing, how to scatter peach blossom bamboo leaves, this piece, he chose 80% to tell the truth, 20% to beautify it.

This 80% of the true information is nothing more than a masked woman who came to him in the middle of the night because of the billboard of the Golden Academy of Fine Arts, hoping to draw a handkerchief. This paragraph is a fact, plus two bandits happened to be shopping in Flower Street in those days, such a sensational thing is naturally known.

And 20% beautify the informant, naturally have to hide the woman's fall into the pit, and then talk about her martial arts a little more powerful, after all, the Eight Bowls Woman still has to save face.

"It turns out that the painting hanging in the Golden Courtyard was painted by you, brother!"

"I also got a small handkerchief, and in those two days, the business of Jinmanyuan was very good!"

When the two bandits heard this, they came to Lin Jianqiu's side, their eyes full of admiration accompanied by the smell of wine, and they stretched out their hands and grabbed his shoulders.

"Cutout?" Boss Qiu didn't understand.

"That's all there is on this veil." The bandit took out the leaflet from his bosom and handed it to the boss. Boss Qiu looked at it and his eyes lit up.

"I've never seen this kind of painting, Brother Lin is really talented." Boss Qiu is a rough man, what kind of ink landscape painting, he doesn't understand, this printmaking looks like it.

In this way, it is natural to listen to the housekeeper of the Golden Mansion, and I don't think it's fake.

The atmosphere was harmonious, and if nothing else, after eating and drinking, and sleeping for a night, Lin Jianqiu could leave. For Qi'er, the son's poison has been resolved, and he has not yet picked up Liangzi with the bandit, and even ate wine together, which is the great consummation.

And for Lin Jianqiu, since they have come to this point, it is too regrettable not to find a way to make friends with the backer of the bandit.

In this ancient world, how can you engage in media without a black background as a guarantee?

Besides, I used to think about befriending the head snake of the steward, but now that I have more awesome thighs, of course I have to think of changing them to thick thighs. If you can make friends with Boss Qiu of Dongpo Mountain, or even put on a trick, wouldn't Huacheng go sideways?

But how can you make this friend with him?

Just a few words? You can make friends with a gangster with a few sweet words? That's still harder. In the adult world, the most practical way to make friends is to have something to use yourself.

In other words, if you can help Boss Qiu, the relationship will be closer.

How can you help him? The bandits don't know much about this business, and listening to their words, there is still a wave of bandits in Xipo Mountain who are competitors, which shows that no matter what era, no matter what trade, black and white, if they want to mix well, they all have their own difficulties.

If there is a difficulty, just look for opportunities.

Lin saw that Qiu was eating wine and pondering. Suddenly, there was a noise in the courtyard, and the sound of the two scolding each other came over.

"Fuck you! This is Lao Tzu's mother-in-law! Why did you sleep first! ”

"Who said it was your mother-in-law?! When I grabbed it, the leader said okay, whoever the girl likes and chooses, that's who's! Another person snorted: "Mother-in-law is asleep, comfortable and tight, screaming, I like Lao Tzu very much!" ”

After scolding for two sentences, I only heard a miserable scream...... Heart-rending, heart-rending, after a heart-rending sound, there was no sound all of a sudden.

"Like you? I wonder if my mother-in-law will like a dead man! There was a roar, and the yard was in chaos.

Listening to the posture, it should be two people fighting, and one person killed the other. Lin Jianqiu only felt a chill, looked at the little heads sitting around and drinking, and saw that each of them had a stinky face, but he was not surprised.

The old man in the account room hurriedly walked out to take a look, and returned after a while, closed the door, and sighed: "The old problem, for the sake of fighting for the mother-in-law." ”

Fighting for a mother-in-law? Lin Jianqiu pricked up his ears and looked at the six roads.

His excellent journalistic sensitivity gave him a chance to make friends with Boss Qiu.

"Hey......" Boss Qiu sighed, his brows tightened: "There's no way, let's be a bandit, although we can grab a few girls, we can't rob too much, but there are more and more brothers......"

"Don't talk about the people below, even a few of us, and a few people who don't have a mother-in-law."

"That's it, I always rely on going to Flower Street to eat a flower wine, how can it be enough! Besides, do you have to pass on the lineage? ”

After listening for a while, Lin Jianqiu understood.

Just look at what is written in the book, Liangshan heroes and cottage bandits eat meat and drink wine, but in this reality, a large group of sons and daughters need girls. Just rely on occasionally going down the mountain to eat meat, so how can it be enough?

Especially this bandit village, not all of them are heroes, everyone has enough money, it doesn't cost money to go to Flower Street to eat girls, that's what the little bosses can do, if anyone goes down to sleep casually, the bandits in Dongpo Mountain have more than 100 people, all of them are iron-blooded and tough real men, and the girls in Flower Street don't want to do business.

In addition, over the years, the bandit village has developed steadily, and it has also cooperated closely with the government.

It is human instinct to pass on the ancestry.

At this time, there is a problem, grab a few girls to come up, it is indeed possible, and the government can also turn a blind eye. If you grab too much, the people's grievances are boiling, and the government has to take care of it.

It's useless to grab less, and the wolf has more meat and less meat.

No, every time a few women are snatched up, the brothers at the bottom have to break their heads, and as soon as the anger comes up, they will die.

The most important thing is that the quality of this kind of woman who grabbed it is not high. After all, after grabbing it, if you don't provoke the people's resentment, you must find the lowest family, the kind that is stupid or stupid, or ugly.

"Boss Qiu, have you found a matchmaker to cooperate and introduce some girls to marry? Although we are bandits, after all, we have food to eat, we will not starve to death, and there must be girls who are willing to come up, and it is good that we have more than 100 brothers, and more than 40 of them have mothers-in-law. Lin Jianqiu asked.

Boss Qiu smiled bitterly, shook his head, and stretched out his finger to point to the dozen or so brothers who were eating together: "Don't talk about those brothers below, just a dozen of us, there are only eight of us who are married, and a few are singles." ”

"Yes, the girl who grabbed it, stupid and sick, will not live long. Who would want to marry this girl who grew up with a good bottom and a big butt and a good diet? ”

"Hey, this year, I let the Xipo Mountain rob a few girls, damn it!"

"Through the matchmaker, the girl is willing to take the initiative to marry? Don't dream, matchmakers don't dare to come to our gangster's den! ”

There are few girls, and the bandits who have been holding back on the mountain for a long time get off the mountain, and when they go to the flower street to find the girl, it is really a thousand miles of waves, and every time the girl is tossed to the ground.

"These men, stab women to death!"

"It's like having a hook."

The girls said this every time, and over time, the reputation that came out of Flower Street was not good. The women and children in the small city are ignorant and like to chew the root of their tongues, and over time, the bandit is like a demon in bed, and the rumor is getting more and more intense.

After a few years, it's like the real thing.

The family has five buckets of rice, and they do not marry Dongpo bandits. It's just that everyone in the whole flower city can recite a few lines of children's rhymes. Over the years, don't talk about young girls, even if it's the widow, they don't go up to Dongpo.

Lin Jianqiu thought about it, picked up the wine glass, and after knocking his hand on the wine glass, he had a plan.