Chapter 69: The Wood Shows in the Forest

If Mo Rufeng doesn't come out to work, he will stay with his parents, a few acres of farmland, a few mulberry trees, work at sunrise, and return at dusk. He will not live a rich life, but he will not be displaced and tossed around.

He was far away from home and loved ones, not to run mechanically like a machine.

So, he needs to think about his purpose.

At present, only people are bustling, the world is peaceful, a scene of singing and dancing, will people believe that the evil of war awaits us ahead?

No! Most of the bustling people would not believe it, they were used to a peaceful life, and war was just a distant legend or a fragment from a news broadcast that happened tens of thousands of miles away from them.

Mo Rufeng often asks himself, will war really come?

However, he knew that he could not doubt that since the people of that organization, the "China Economic Research Society," had made such a judgment, there must be a large number of reasons to support this idea, and all he had to do was to implement it.

If you can live a difficult but peaceful life, it is not a kind of happiness.

But can the peace that Mo Rufeng hopes for last?

The first to break the calm of Mo Rufeng was the "South China Tiger".

"South China Tiger" is really named Zheng Huanan, the older people call him "South China", the same age calls him "South China Tiger", and the younger ones call him "Brother Tiger". The South China Tiger is the "head" of the young Zhuang faction in this group of migrant workers, and the young people are only looking at it.

As soon as Mo Rufeng joined, the South China Tigers found that Mo Rufeng was out of place with them, for example, their hair was often messy like a chicken nest, but Mo Rufeng often cut his hair and tried to keep his hair neat and tidy; They all dressed casually, but Mo Rufeng buttoned them up; They are tired and lie down on the bed, in a thousand postures, but they are always lying down in a proper manner; They are full of scolding and swearing, but Mo Rufeng is concise in his words and never swears...

All this makes Mo Rufeng look like an anomaly, but there are three places where the South China Tiger is most unaccustomed to Mo Rufeng.

The first is that Mo Rufeng does not gamble with them. The greatest pleasure of the migrant workers was gambling, and after work, a group of people gathered around a broken table to extort gold flowers, and the whole house was soon filled with swearing, foot odor, and smoke. They didn't gamble much. The migrant workers are all out to earn some hard-earned money, and they have to support their families, and no one dares to lose all their money. What makes the South China Tiger unhappy is that Mo Rufeng never gambles, nor does he watch, when they gamble, he always sits outside silently, making himself very high. Once they gambled with fewer people, and the South China Tiger asked Mo Rufeng to play two, but Mo Rufeng shook his head and refused.

"Mo Rufeng, you are a novice, we won't win your money, everyone just want to have fun!" South China Tiger thought that Mo Rufeng was afraid of losing money, so he persuaded.

"Brother Tiger, I won't cheat Jinhua!" Mo Rufeng said.

South China Tiger took out two hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and handed them to Mo Rufeng: "Count me as your apprentice, take it and practice, okay?" ”

Mo Rufeng still shook his head.

"I don't know how to lift!" The South China Tiger's face changed, and he cursed in his mouth.

The second is that Mo Rufeng does not drink with them. The work on the construction site is hard, and the migrant workers like to relax themselves with a small drink. A bag of peanuts and two bottles of low-quality liquor can sustain two hours of guessing and laughing. What puzzled the South China Tiger was that Mo Rufeng never drank, let alone punched them.

Once, the South China Tiger walked up to Mo Rufeng with a glass of wine in a little drunkenness.

"It's a man who drinks it!" The South China Tiger snorted alcohol and said, "Or get through my crotch!" ”

"I said, I don't drink, Brother Tiger, don't force me!" Mo Rufeng replied.

The South China Tiger drank a glass of wine, suddenly grabbed Mo Rufeng's hair and stuffed it under his crotch. Mo Rufeng was in a conditioned reflex and grabbed the South China Tiger's wrist with a backhand. The South China Tiger's wrist strength is not small, and the two hold each other.

At this time, Mr. Han came in.

"Who's fighting? I will not let go of your ancestors! Whoever doesn't let go will get out of the way! He shouted. The South China Tiger reluctantly let go of the hand that was holding Mo Rufeng's hair, and Mo Rufeng also let go of his hand.

"Mr. Han, I'm competing with Brother Tiger!" Mo Rufeng tidied up his hair and said to Mr. Han.

"Really?" Mr. Han stared at the South China Tiger, "Mo Rufeng is doing a good job, don't bully him!" ”

"What the hell!" The South China Tiger's face was red and white.

The third is that Mo Rufeng never goes to find "Miss" with them.

There are always some hair salons near the construction site, and some of them even move around with the construction team, like parasites for the construction team, most of these hair salons have nothing to do with haircuts. Migrant workers receive their salaries, and often go to the hair salon in groups to find the young lady. After observation, the South China Tiger found that Mo Rufeng never went to the hair salon.

"What a clear high! No matter how diligent your hair is, no matter how neatly your clothes are buttoned, you are not the same wage earners and migrant workers as us, don't mix with us if you have the ability, go to be a white-collar worker and sit in the office, and make a lot of money as a gold-collar worker," Huanan Hu said fiercely, "We have to cure his arrogance!" ”

South China Tiger gathered several "iron buddies" together and discussed a strategy to deal with Mo Rufeng.

"If we mess with him like this, will Mr. Han be unhappy when he finds out?" The youngest "Ah Yu" said worriedly.

"Cut, then I am still grateful to you for doing this to me!" The South China Tiger took a puff of smoke and said to Ah Yu, "Don't talk nonsense, be careful, everyone, this guy has a lot of energy!" Don't mess up Lao Tzu! ”

After dinner, Mo Rufeng simply washed up and returned to the room, he lay on the bed, sleepiness immediately hit, and soon fell into a deep sleep. The South China Tiger and others also came back one after another, and they cheated Jinhua as usual, and they kept arguing.

When Mo Rufeng snored evenly, the South China Tiger winked. Under the cover of the noise of everyone cheating Jinhua, the four of them slowly approached Mo Rufeng, and they gently tied Mo Rufeng's wrists and feet with ropes.

When Mo Rufeng suddenly woke up, his hands and feet were already firmly tied.

"I have no enmity with you in the past, and I have no injustice in the near future," Mo Rufeng stared at the South China Tiger Dao, "What do you want to do?" ”

"It's nothing, we just want you to be happy, people are all their lives, it's just like that, why take it too seriously?!" South China Tiger picked up a bottle of liquor, unscrewed the cap and took a sip, "There is wine today, and I am drunk today, so I don't care if I don't have to worry about alcohol tomorrow!" Right? ”

The two younger brothers nodded hurriedly, "What Brother Tiger said is, if you have wine, you don't drink, if you have money, you don't gamble, and if you don't look for women, isn't that the three no-stupid forks of the new era?" ”

At the signal of the South China Tiger, two people pressed Mo Rufeng's head, one pinched Mo Rufeng's nose, and then the South China Tiger poured the wine bottle into Mo Rufeng's mouth!