In the weird roar of MG42, the crooked-necked tree was splashed by the sawdust of the bullets, and the leaves fell like rain all over the sky.

And the owner of the roadside stall Lahore Shama, who was squatting under the tree, was immediately scared to pee!

This is also not true, because he was already urinating before the gunshots rang out.

But one thing is certain, and now the poor roadside stall owner was indeed frightened by this huge movement.

Even, there is still a little grievance in his heart.

Didn't Lao Tzu just find a crooked-necked tree on the side of the road, and then squat in a pit by the way, is it necessary?

Of course, he also knew that his approach was a bit wrong, and it was completely contrary to the campaign that the government had been promoting for some years, known as 'cleaning the third brother's house'.

But in the history of the third brother's family, hasn't it been like this for thousands of years?

And, in fact, Lahore agrees with this fine historical tradition: isn't it cleaner to find a clean place to squat in the wilderness with fresh air?

On the contrary, only the poor ones who live in the city will bear the stinky toilets.

In any case, you can disagree with my approach, and a fine of 100 rupees will be fined, but it would be a bit excessive to shoot with a machine gun......

A shuttle chained fifty rounds of bullets and fired them clean in one go.

Zhang Dixian, who stepped on a landmine, barely let his state of mind return to the point where he could communicate calmly.

"Fellow, I'm looking for you to inquire about something!" the guy copied a Hindi with a Bombay accent and greeted the middle-aged third brother who had shaken like a quail.

Then, Zhang Wei clearly saw:

The fellow of the third brother's family in front of him, who didn't even lift his pants, had a blank expression on his face after hearing his cordial and warm greeting.

Obviously, the thing didn't understand what it was saying.

Lao Tzu knew that there were a lot of broken things in the third brother's family. When he thought of a certain possibility, Zhang Dixian slapped his hand on his head in frustration.

He still clearly remembers that when he was exchanging the official language of the third brother's family, he actually found that the third brother's family actually had twenty-one main choices, and these should be the official languages of the third brother's family.

Secondly, there are more than 1,600 secondary choices, which are the dialects of the third brother's family.

If you really want to redeem all these language proficiency, Zhang Dixian just treats his pants as if they don't have so many energy points.

Therefore, Zhang Wei chose to exchange Hindi in it.

Think about it! What can the third brother say if he doesn't speak Hindi, can they still speak English?

However, Zhang Wei looked at the third brother fellow with a blank face at this time, knowing that he was still a little too young, and he still imagined the magical third brother too simple......

remembered that if all the official languages of the third brother's family were exchanged, Zhang Wei would feel a pain that he couldn't stop.

After experiencing the Qixing Mountain incident, it's not that he can't get these tens of thousands of energy points, the problem is that in order to be able to communicate with the third brother without barriers, he feels that spending such a large amount of energy points is a bit unworthy!

Fortunately, at this time, the fellow who was still squatting stammered: "Big brother, what are you doing? ”

Of course, the villagers of the third brother's family naturally can't have a Northeast Chinese accent.

In fact, he was speaking stammering English, and although it was full of curry flavor, he really wanted to ask Zhang Wei what he wanted to do.

After realizing that he had saved tens of thousands of energy points, Zhang Dixian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As a sign of friendship with the Chinese people, he said in standard English: "I'm sorry I have a little thing to bother you! ”

In Zhang Dixian's warm reminder, the third brother finally knew that with his current posture, it was not so suitable for the two sides to communicate.

He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry! ”

In the following time, poor Zhang Dixian just saw a suffocating operation because he turned his head a little slower.

The middle-aged fellow of the third brother's family first held a mineral water bottle that had been reused some times.

First he held the water bottle in his right hand and poured a little water on his left hand, and then he stretched out his left hand with great decisiveness and stretched it out to an indescribable position.

Later, he poured a little more water on his left hand, and so on.

In the end, a bottle was only about 600 milliliters of water, and when the fellow stood up, there was at least 200 milliliters left.

It's proper, and it looks like a small half bottle......

"Heroes can't be like this, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a newborn child to raise, but I rely on this motorcycle to do business to support my family!"

On a sweltering night, Lahelle lay dead on his motorcycle, refusing to get out of the car.

At the same time, there was a constant pleading sound in his mouth.

In an instant, Zhang Wei felt a little like the little devil who tried to take away the big scalpers in the villagers' houses during World War II, so hateful.

It is said that with this fellow of the third brother's family, it was quite harmonious in the previous exchanges.

The middle-aged man, who claimed to be called Lahore and ran a mobile fried rice stall on weekdays, was very enthusiastic to point out the location of the city to Zhang Dixian.

And told him that not far from the city, there was a large bank run by the government.

However, just when Zhang Wei was about to requisition his motorcycle, a huge controversy arose, and the cargo was obviously terrified of the machine gun in Zhang Wei's hand, but it refused to get off the motorcycle.

Such a result made Zhang Wei very worried, it was impossible to really shoot and kill people for such a broken motorcycle, right?

He had never planned to open fire on such a bitter third brother's fellow countryman.

It's just that just when Zhang Wei gave up the plan to requisition the motorcycle and planned to exchange it for a side three-wheeler by himself, a new idea arose in his heart by chance:

The villagers of the third brother's family are not having an easy time! Why don't you help them?

It's easy to help them, and when you rush into the bank vault to get the gold, just help them carry a pack of banknotes by the way.

The third brother's banknotes don't look down on themselves, but it doesn't mean that the villagers don't look down on them.

After thinking of this, Zhang Wei immediately changed his attention, and the statement in his mouth also changed: "Okay! I don't want your motorcycle, but you want to send me to the bank, don't worry that you won't be busy in vain." ”

Lahole, who was lying on the motorcycle, rolled his eyes around and reluctantly accepted this statement.

Then Zhang Wei sat on the back seat of a motorcycle full of pots and pans and liquefied gas cylinders, and started a new legend......

ps: I'm sorry to say to the big guy, it's really a bad state a few days ago, so I delayed it until today to add more to you, forgive me!