Boss Qiu's reaction surprised the bandits, after all, this Lin brother made strange things, they really like it, although I don't know if there will really be a girl to come to the door when it comes to operation, but judging from the current things, it is enough to shock them.

But in addition to accidents, there is more fear.

Boss Qiu was very unhappy, this is obvious.

Lin Jianqiu seemed to have been prepared for Boss Qiu's upset, he smiled slightly, climbed down the pole from the roof, turned his head to look at the door waiting, and said anxiously: "Boss Qiu is angry, how can this be good?" ”

Lin Jianqiu smiled and didn't answer, but turned around and walked towards the stairwell.

The finch followed closely behind, holding the bamboo basket found in the house, which was full of things that Lin Gongzi called 'tidbits' that he had made for a night yesterday. I could only hear the sound of footsteps in the stairwell, and in the roar of the tiger, I didn't know whether the stairs trembled or the roar shook when I walked.

"Childe." Finch reached out and grabbed his clothes.

Lin Jianqiu turned his head and saw the finch choking back tears: "If it is bad for people's feng shui, I want to pull you to feed the tiger, so let Finch go." ”

"Don't worry, don't ......"

Qi'er shook her head firmly, interrupting Lin Jianqiu's words, she stepped forward, her eyes were full of determination: "Childe, you are the man of the bird, and you are also the master of the bird, a servant for life, protecting the lord with your life, it is the rule that the bird should abide by as a descendant of the general of Nanda, and it is also the friendship of the bird to the child." ”

At this moment, after General Nanda, Nan Feique, the firmness and persistence in his eyes made Lin Jianqiu's heart move and feel cute.

He stretched out his hand and touched her face, and said, "Before, I never thought that there would be a woman like you...... I didn't dare to think about it, I really didn't dare to think about it before......"

Oh......

The tiger's roar, full of longing for its prey, came in bursts.

And Boss Qiu didn't care about this beast at all, which made this beast more and more excited, and the tigers and some other beasts raised in the back mountain roared, and I don't know how many tigers were raised in the back mountain, and what other beasts roared in unison, which was very scary.

"Childe ......" Que'er stretched out her hand more and more to pull Lin Jianqiu's clothes, although she wanted to protect the lord with her life, but in the end she was a little girl, and her legs couldn't control it: "Boss Qiu said that he wanted to feed the tiger with Childe, it doesn't sound like a joke...... This ......"

"Hey Tiger?"

Lin Jianqiu rubbed his hands, listening to the cries of these fierce beasts, not only was he not afraid, but he became excited, he approached the finch and attached it to her ear and said, "Don't worry, not only will I not be fed to the tiger, but I also want to ride his mount!" ”

"Childe, you...... You...... You still covet Boss Qiu's mount?! When Que'er heard this, she panicked, she hurriedly blocked in front of Lin Jianqiu, not letting him go any further: "Don't say that Boss Qiu's mount is a tiger, which is extremely rare, even if it is the horse of the merchant steward, it will not be let people ride it at will!" ”

Mounts, in ancient times, were not like modern cars, which could be borrowed and driven by a friend.

In itself, in this era, it is extremely rare to have a mount, either rich or expensive, and secondly, the more BMW, the less likely it is to lend it, unless it is an excellent relationship. Often, even if it is a good relationship, if you want to borrow horses, you will lend other horses to the other person.

The reason is simple: those who borrow horses are usually in a hurry, and it is extremely common for them to run to death.

Not to mention Boss Qiu's tiger mount, it's not that I'm afraid that you will run to death, but this tiger mount only listens to the master, and if you ride indiscriminately, you will be bitten to death. It's still a small thing, and most importantly, it's status.

"The official is a sedan chair, and the merchant is also a sedan chair. From here to the bamboo forest for 300 miles, there are only two people who can ride a tiger on the street, the boss of the dart bureau in Huacheng and the bandit boss of Dongpo Mountain! This is status, can Boss Qiu let you ride his tiger? Childe, can you ...... You ......"

"I'm going to ride his tiger, and besides, I'm going to make this Boss Qiu happy to let me ride a tiger!" Lin Jianqiu said, his eyes glowing.

As soon as Que'er heard this, she looked at Lin Jianqiu's expression again, and her face turned pale.

Yes, her son-in-law coveted the tiger of Boss Qiu.

"As long as you do a good job of this order, Boss Qiu has said, give you the tiger cub, son......"

"No, I'm going to ride it today, it's fun."

Lin Jianqiu laughed and continued to walk down, in the roar of the tiger and the wolf, through this group of strong men who got up in the morning to practice, they were all shirtless strong men, looking at him with complicated eyes.

The finch hugged the basket tightly and followed him.

"Ouch, Boss Qiu, don't be angry, don't be angry, what I wrote, there is really a big head, I have to discuss it with you." From afar, Lin Jianqiu arched his hand and walked over slowly in the face of Boss Qiu's anger.

Boss Qiu didn't speak, just sneered and touched the tiger's hair.

"Que'er, take out the manuscript written for Boss Qiu and give it a slap." Lin Jianqiu put his hands behind his back, looked at the finch, and said.

The finch hurriedly took out a coarse cloth from the basket, stretched out his hand and handed it to the old man in the bookkeeper beside him, and the tiger took two steps towards the finch and made her legs tremble more and more in fright.

"Write mine?" Boss Qiu cleared his throat and subconsciously glanced at the big cloth hanging upstairs, but he didn't see his article on it.

This is why Boss Qiu is annoyed.

This cottage has been painted, written, and even the little head at the bottom has a painting, and they have written things, but he, the owner of a village, has nothing, and there is no shadow in a single stroke.

Can you not be annoyed?

This was deliberately done by Lin Jianqiu.

He understands the psychology of his interviewee all too well, especially when the interviewee is a leader. Don't say a word about Boss Qiu, when I was interning in the important news group of the daily newspaper, the party media, wrote a short draft, so what secretary is in front and what secretary is behind, why did Secretary Liu write 69 words, but Chairman Li had 96 words......

That's all exquisite.

"Of course, you are the master of a village, and you have to wait for your palm to write your content when you think it is appropriate, and then you can write it!" Lin Jianqiu slapped his thigh, and as soon as this sentence came out, Boss Qiu's face came back in an instant.

Not only did he come back, the corners of Boss Qiu's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"Lao Tzu is illiterate, but ......" Boss Qiu took the handkerchief, looked at it, and frowned: "Why do they all have small paintings, but Lao Tzu doesn't?" This is a painting of Lao Tzu's tiger and Lao Tzu's legs, what about Lao Tzu's face?! ”

I saw dense words written on the handkerchief, and a small painting. Unlike other people's paintings, there is no painting of his weapons or domineering back, but a tiger is drawn, and a person can be vaguely seen sitting on it.

As Boss Qiu said, his body and head were not drawn.

"Because Boss Qiu, yours is a long serial! Then you can write everything out at once. ”

"Long-form serial? What is it? ”