"Come to think of it, your granddaughter—" Ah Fa closed his mouth and grinned a little awkwardly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old man smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand to let Ah Fa sit on the bench in the courtyard, and said, "Little brother, wait a while, I'll go get some food and drink." Poor families, there is nothing, don't pick it! ”

"Don't pick, I don't pick." Ah Fa was polite, and watched the old man enter the house, and there was a clanging sound inside.

Although he was hungry, thirsty, and weak, Ah Fa could only endure it first, and think about things by the way.

Just as he was thinking about it, the sound of kicking and kicking rang out. Ah Fa looked up and saw that it was the granddaughter of the old man, a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, holding a horse pole in her hand, and walked out of the main house.

It's a pity that the eyes are blind. Ah Fa sighed secretly, if this girl has bright eyes and big eyes, she is definitely very beautiful, her hair is black and shiny, and her face is very handsome.

"Grandpa—" cried the little girl, listening to the sounds of the kitchen, and listening to the movement in the middle of the courtyard with some confusion.

This ear is really smart, Ah Fa nodded slightly. The sensitivity of this person's senses has also been cultivated over a long period of time. If he is given time, his eyesight and ear power should be improved a lot.

"Here, Grandpa here!" As he spoke, the old man walked out with a tray of broken wood, put it on the broken table in the courtyard, and turned back to take his granddaughter.

A bowl of gruel, two nests, and a salted radish, in Ah Fa's eyes, this is the existence of delicacies from the mountains and seas. He didn't wait for the old man to greet him, he did it himself, snoring and stuffing it violently.

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Under the indifferent autumn sky, the fields after farming are busy, leaving a bleak scene.

Ah Fa, who had eaten and drunk enough, walked along the dirt road, thinking as he went, looking up at the surrounding scene from time to time, and his expression was no longer as dazed and confused as he was at first.

The withered yellow leaves swirled in a gust of wind, and a gunshot not far away made Ah Fa stop, and after only a moment's hesitation, he continued to walk forward. After turning a detour, in a narrow meadow, Ah Fa saw a group of people, a group of people who had an argument.

"You're probably hurting someone." Jones looked uneasily at the people of the countryside who were gathered around him, shouting, gesticulating, and some with tools in their hands.

John strapped his shotgun, picked up the dead partridge from the ground, and glanced at the peasants who gathered around. The peasants frowned, and a rough look appeared on their faces.

A tall, skeletal woman was pushed to the front, and the man next to her, who appeared to be her husband, had a tense face and glared angrily, shouting at Jones and John. The woman rubbed her back, cowering from the pain.

Ignoring the threatening gaze and condemning words, John shrugged his shoulders and said to Jones, "This kind of thing happens all the time, and according to the rules, it is a dime per projectile. ”

"How do we know how many shots she's been hit?" Jones's fingers loosened slightly, but he was still embarrassed, "They're going to ask for a lot of money, right?" ”

"She's going to have to show us the wounds." John looked around at every face around him disapprerovantly, and with a smile on his face, he said in non-authentic Chinese: "A hole is a dime", and after a pause, he held up a finger and repeated: "A hole, a dime." ”

Several peasants began to smirk and nudge each other's elbows, glancing at the injured woman and her husband.

The woman's husband was silent, his tense face flushed.

"Look at the wound first, then pay." John gestured to the woman, repeating like a starling: "Look at the wound first, then pay." ”

The laughter in the crowd turned into a loud laugh with obscenities, only the woman and her husband did not laugh. She still cowered at the pain, and her husband stood in a daze, as if he hadn't heard the laughter around him, blinking his eyes, angry and helpless, but shaking his head unequivocally.

"In my opinion, there will be no more than twenty projectiles in her." John glanced at the woman with a sly gaze, then turned to the woman's husband, and waved his fingers upwards twice with both hands outstretched, "Twenty is two dollars, two dollars, Jones." ”

"Why should I pay?" Jones was a little upset and muttered, "You probably hit her." But he still put his hand in his pocket and touched it, took out two yuan, and handed it over.

The man shook his head violently, and the woman stared silently, her hands still rubbing her back.

"If she has more than twenty wounds, then ask her to show us." John proposed in Chinese: "The more wounds, the more we pay." ”

The crowd giggled and muttered softly, repeating John's words to one another. The man shook his head angrily, he knew he had lost, but he didn't give in, he didn't want the money of foreign devils.

"She's never going to let people look at her ass." Jones said firmly.

"It's a complete trick to ask for money, give him another two yuan, and leave them alone." John waved his arm, and with some reluctance, took two dollars out of his pocket, and handed them to the man along with Jones's money.

The man still shook his head stubbornly, his eyes full of anger.

John's hand slowly tilted over, and one by one, the silver coins in his hand slipped down to the cold ground. Then he turned to Jones and said, "We're gone, he'll pick up the money." ”

"Then let's go." Jones was a little unsure.

"Well, let's go, don't look back, ignore them." John took the shotgun off his shoulder, took it in his hand, and walked off with Jones.

The peasants followed behind the two foreigners, but the distance grew wider and wider, and at last they all stopped. What no one noticed was that Ah Fa had been observing coldly from the side, and then walked around the road, not far away behind the two foreign devils.

After walking for a while, Ah Fa involuntarily looked back, and he saw several children leaning down and squatting on the ground to pick up something, and then ran away quickly. The man seemed motionless, as if resentment had turned him to a stone.

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"Phew!" John turned to the side, turned onto another path away from the village, and said, "This is a filthy place, and there are all kinds of diseases, so we must avoid it." ”

Jones exclaimed, puzzled, "They don't mind if they live, why don't they clean it up?" ”

Hmph, John snorted in disgust, seemingly too lazy to answer the question, and seemed to have some contempt for Jones, a rookie who had just arrived.

"The man didn't seem to pick up the money on the ground, and the kids ran away." Jones stole a glance back, and said with some uncertainty at this point.

"That proves he's a fool." John said disapprehantly.

"Maybe it's because of the loss of face or something?" Jones guessed, not looking ready to back down completely.

"He's never going to let us see his wife's ass anyway." John waved his partridge triumphantly.