I scolded in my heart, he's not a greedy man, and in the end, he didn't forget what he just said, or did he think that money was more important? This money is really a good thing, I'm afraid that what I can't buy is only time, health and life, oh yes, and Lu Yubo's love!

"This money is a trivial matter, there are two people who came with us, living in the next car, those two people are 'God of Wealth', any piece of clothing on their bodies, sold enough for us to eat for a month, since they sincerely hire you, you don't have to worry about this commission, it is guaranteed to exceed your psychological expectations!" Just now, I saw that Lu Yubo has a strong interest in riding a camel into the desert, and he is not a bad money owner, and the commission for this "white beard" should only exceed the commission for me and Mazi, so I dare to say this, and think about it, I really envy this old guy a little fuckingly, you can meet the gold owner on a train, unlike me, I have worked hard for a year, and now my pocket is cleaner than my face!

After some persuasion just now, I originally wanted to rest now I am not sleepy, plus the chatty pockmarks have woken up, I want to go to sleep I am afraid I have to let him wake up, simply talk to "Whitebeard" about the desert, along the road these days to learn more, after all, into the desert this thing to me, I am still a layman, simply from the book to learn, can only be in the usual chat when bragging, really to the actual use, no use at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

My Mazi and I were hired by Li Yong, and now "Whitebeard" is also hired by them, in other words, from now on, I, Mazi and "Whitebeard", the three of us belong to the relationship of colleagues, although this relationship has not been formally established, but after having this layer or not, I feel that "Whitebeard" has a more enthusiastic attitude towards the two of us, and actually took the initiative to take out the bun from the bag and handed it to me and Mazi, of course, also gave a piece to the college girl.

This simple tasteless steamed bun, invisibly pulled into the distance between us, the steamed bun is very dry, eat two bites and choked a little, so anxious that I hurriedly pulled out a bottle of Lao Bai Gan from the bag, unscrewed the lid and poured a quarter into my tea jar, tasted two bites, and pressed down the burp to be beaten.

Mazi ate faster than me, and now she was choking and her face was flushed, so she snatched the teapot from my hand and poured the rest of the wine into her stomach, although she was not choking, but her face was even redder.

I shook the wine bottle towards "Whitebeard" and asked him if he wanted to taste it too, quenching his thirst and quenching his fatigue, "Whitebeard" pinched the uneaten bun in his hand and waved his hand: "I can't drink it, I can't drink it, the wine here is too spicy, I can't stand it!" ”

"Hey, big brother, give me a bite, this thing is a thief, I can't swallow it!" I was about to put the wine bottle back in my bag, but the girl on the upper floor on the opposite side suddenly burped, and reached out to me to drink wine, seeing her burp one after another, her little face was redder than pockmarks, I really couldn't bear to look at it, and hurriedly handed her the wine bottle and let her take a sip, it shouldn't be anything.

The girl was very real, she unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank a few big sips, and when the wine bottle was handed to me again, most of it was gone, and the startled pockmarks gave a thumbs up: "Oh my mother, big sister, you are also a heroine among women, thieves can drink it!" ”

The girl was praised by pockmarks like this, coupled with the effect of alcohol just now, she was a little fluttering, and smiled at the two of us with a red face: "I...... I tell you...... Say, my family is brewing...... Winemaker, I ...... Of course I can...... Can ......" Before the words were finished, the girl leaned back, pinched the uneaten bun in her hand and fell asleep.

A slight snoring gradually came from the girl's bed, but I became more and more awake and did not feel sleepy: "Uncle, tell us the story of the desert!" We are new to the city, and we don't understand anything, and we will have to rely on you to take care of us when we enter the desert in the future! ”

This person likes to be touted, although they all say that they don't like those who are flamboyant, but they are still happy to be patted on the back, and they are very useful to listen to, "Whitebeard" was praised by me for a while, and it was like the drunken girl, fluttering: "What can you say about this desert, listen to me honestly after entering, don't leave my camel, as long as you don't blow the black sandstorm that can't see the sky, it's all right!" ”

"You're such a good camel? Can you ensure the safety of several of us? Mazi obviously thinks that no matter where he goes, he is still the most reliable, and he will still be suspicious of such a powerful camel in the mouth of this "whitebeard".

When "Whitebeard" heard that someone questioned his camel, he was naturally very disdainful, and pouted: "You young man really don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and I eat more salt than you eat rice, old man, if you don't believe in the power of this black sandstorm, you don't know how powerful my camel is, and when you enter the desert, the wind blows, don't hide behind my camel!" Then he looked at me again: "Just watch this fat boy being swept up into the sky by that black sandstorm!" ”

I haven't been into the desert, and I don't know if this black sandstorm is so terrible, this old guy also likes to use exaggerated sentences, and I don't know which sentence is true and which sentence is false, but after all, people are locals, and they have dealt with the desert, and now I still believe him, and it is safer to follow his statement: "Yes, yes, what the uncle said is reasonable, if the camel is not powerful, then how can it be called the 'Desert Boat'?" I kicked Mazi and squeezed his eyes at him to stop talking to Whitebeard.

Mazi shut up, I borrowed a book about the desert that I bought before, rolled back to the bed and read it sideways, I didn't care if he could understand it or not, anyway, it was quiet, and there was no need to hinder me from talking to "Whitebeard", it was enough, and I couldn't care about the rest so much.

"Uncle, what is this black sandstorm? Have you seen it? "I'm still very interested in this black sandstorm, but I don't want to really encounter it, this thing is too dangerous, I don't want to use my little life as a guarantee, take a look at what a black sandstorm is, or listen to it from this old guy, it's enjoyable."

"Whitebeard" took another bite of the bun in his hand, swallowed it, stretched out his arm and quickly fanned it in front of my eyes: "Do you see my arm clearly?" The black sand storm blows up, much faster than my arm, and the yellow sand in the sky makes you unable to open your eyes, and there is no camel protection, and a wave of sand blows over, you have to be buried alive! "Whitebeard" said and danced again, picked up the pillow towel from the bed, and fastened it to his huqin, as if the black sandstorm had buried me.