What, rice bucket Fan Jinqiang. Wang Baoyu was so shocked that he almost choked, he was also very familiar with this name, in the modern era of his life, Fan Jinqiang was a big hero in the police world, and he was an iron buddy who talked about everything.

The strong man who took off the rags showed his true face, hehe, he really looked very similar to Wang Baoyu's good brother.

I really didn't expect that the person with the same name, during this period, turned out to be a coolie driver who sent guests by a cart, hehe, if he went back and told Fan Jinqiang, who had become the secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, about it, he would definitely jump up with anger.

Because he has the same name as a good friend, Wang Baoyu has a great impression of this coachman, and asked, "Where do you live now?" ”

"Living in Longzhong, not far from Wollongong."

"Have you ever heard of Zhuge Kongming?"

"Hehe, naturally I've heard that Mr. Wolong's wife is very ugly." Fan Jinqiang grinned and laughed.

Wang Baoyu was speechless, Zhuge Liang, who was so admired by later generations, was actually famous for his ugly daughter-in-law in the world, which cannot but be said to be quite ironic.

"Mr. Wolong once taught a farmer to sing, but he is proficient in music." After the strong man finished talking about Zhuge Liang's ugly daughter-in-law, he seemed to feel that it was inappropriate, and hurriedly praised him again.

"Can you sing?"

"Remember!"

"Sing it and listen to it!"

"The sky is like a round cover, the land is like a chess game, and the world is divided into black and white, fighting for honor and disgrace. Those who are honored are at peace, and those who are humiliated are at peace. There is seclusion in Nanyang, and there is not enough high sleep! Fan Jinqiang walked like a fly under his feet, and sang loudly at the same time.

The melody of the song is catchy, showing Zhuge Liang's extraordinary talent in music, but Wang Baoyu pays more attention to the content of the lyrics.

After resting, the three of them continued to hurry, talking all the way, just when the sun was about to set, they had already come to the fork in the road of Tongguò Wollongong, and it was only half a day, this strong man called Fan Jinqiang, his body was amazing, it was beyond imagination.

Wang Baoyu originally planned to let Fan Jinqiang send him all the way to Wollongong, but not far away, an old woman wearing a coarse cloth shirt with a face full of vicissitudes walked towards this side with a cane, probably with a bad look in her eyes and walking staggeringly.

"Mother!" Fan Jinqiang shouted, put down the car, and walked over quickly to support the old woman.

"Son, are you tired?" The old woman pinched her sleeve in distress and wiped Fan Jinqiang's forehead.

"Hehe, don't be tired, mother, the money the child earns." Fan Jinqiang smiled and stuffed the twenty plants given by Wang Baoyu into his mother's hand.

"Thank you!" The old woman bowed effortlessly to Wang Baoyu and Huoya, who had already gotten out of the car.

Wang Baoyu's heart softened again, he hurriedly stepped forward to support the old woman, and said, "No need to be polite, you have raised a good son!" ”

"Qiang'er is cautious, but he is just dragged down by me." The old woman looked at her son and said lovingly.

"Mother, is this going to torment the child?" Fan Jinqiang said.

"Hey, it's just that the king of Hades didn't accept me yet, and he wasted money and food in vain!" The old woman said, tears oozing from her cloudy eyes.

Fan Jinqiang knelt on the ground with a puff and said with tears in his eyes: "Mother, it's the child who is incompetent, and he earns a small amount of money, so he can't let his mother sleep in peace." ”

"Qiang'er doesn't need to comfort me, it's just that I think you haven't married yet, so I don't dare to die quickly!" The old woman hurriedly helped her son up, if it weren't for the presence of outsiders, the mother and son would have to hug their heads and cry.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, the dense sewing before leaving, the intention of returning late, who said an inch of carelessness, repaid Sanchunhui. Wang Baoyu thought of this poem, and remembered Lin Zhaodi, her godmother who also loved her very much in modern times, and didn't know how she should look forward to her son's return after her disappearance in contemporary times.

"Fire!" Wang Baoyu quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and beckoned to the fire girl.

Huo Ya ran over puzzled, and Wang Baoyu ordered: "Take out the rest of the beef and dry food." ”

"Why?" As soon as she heard this, the fire girl immediately tightened her clothes.

"Don't be verbose, take it out."

Huo Ya reluctantly took out the beef and dry food wrapped in cloth in her arms, and Wang Baoyu snatched it and stuffed it into the old woman's hand.

"This ......" Although the old woman couldn't really see it, she could already smell the smell of meat, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

"Auntie, you can take it and eat it." Wang Baoyu said, took out another string of money, which was thirty baht, and handed it to Fan Jinqiang, who was also stunned.

"This guest officer, well-intentioned, it's just my job to support my mother......" Fan Jinqiang was pleasantly surprised, and he stammered a little when he spoke.

"I know you have ambitions, but this is a gift from the old man, so there is no need to shirk." Wang Baoyu added.

"This ......"

"Don't do this, the little money you earn can't buy new clothes for the old man, and you can't eat meat and vegetables, right? Look at your filial piety, reward your foot power money! Wang Baoyu said generously.

Huoya was already so angry that her eyes were on fire, this Wang Baoyu is really a veritable loser, and her kung fu is to give money and meat!

With a pop, Fan Jinqiang, who took the money, fell to his knees again, kowtowed three times, and said, "Thank you." ”

"Get up, there is gold under the man's knees, how can he kneel lightly." Wang Baoyu hurriedly picked him up, and said very righteously: "My name is Wang Baoyu, I live in Wollongong, you can go to me if you have something." ”

"My family is in that village, and if the Engong has orders, he will definitely die." Fan Jinqiang pointed to a village with a grass house not far away, slapped his chest again, and said solemnly.

"Don't call me Baoyu." Wang Baoyu said.

"Bao, Baoyu ......"

"Haha, that's right." Wang Baoyu laughed, turned around and strode towards Wollongong, leaving only Fan Jinqiang and his mother looking forward to it.

Hehe, I don't know if this is the previous life of contemporary Fan Jinqiang, but the two do have a lot in common, such as similar appearance, strong body, strong personality, and of course, the biggest thing in common, that is, filial piety.

Wang Baoyu is in a much better mood, as if he has found his contemporary feeling in the Three Kingdoms, and his steps have become lighter.

Huoya, who had a black face and pouted her mouth, was very unhappy, she lost so much beef and dry food at once, and her face was very ugly, this feeling was even more painful than the slap Wang Baoyu made last night. Alas, fortunately, she habitually left a piece of dry food, so that she would not be hungry at night, and the fire girl quietly touched her chest.

"Don't look depressed, mess with Lao Tzu, you can't eat and drink." Wang Baoyu noticed Huoya's expression and said very arrogantly.