Zhou Bingkun hesitated here, and Luo Shibin was not easy to force, so he could only take a detour from the side and show him some Yuejiang magazines and ** or something through Lao Zhao.

The little short skirt, long legs, and white swaying shoulders made Zhou Bingkun's saliva and nosebleeds fly.

In addition, Luo Shibin struck while the iron was hot, saying that the most desired thing for parents to be a parent is that their children have a good life, Zhou Bingkun was quickly tempted.

Luo Shibin also thoughtfully asked him to leave a letter to his family, saying that he would pursue a better life.

After coming and going for more than ten days, Luo Shibin, Zhou Bingkun, and the three sons finally embarked on the journey south.

The reaction of the artesian water was indeed not as Luo Shibin expected, and such a big event as the disappearance of the three big living people was also suppressed silently by him, as if these three people did not exist in the first place.

At the beginning, the third son was still very dissatisfied with bringing Zhou Bingkun, after all, no one thought he had a lot of money.

But the money, after all, belongs to Luo Shibin, and the third son has to rely on Luo Shibin to live when he gets there, so he can't express any attitude.

What about Luo Shibin? The original purpose was to clear the traces of his escape, and he didn't expect Zhou Bingkun to help with anything else.

But it didn't take long for both the third son and Luo Shibin to have a great change in their opinion of Zhou Bingkun, and they were glad that they kidnapped him this time to come out together.

The reason is simple.

Although this era is not full of cameras on the streets like later generations, it is even more difficult for fugitives to survive.

There are basically no foreign populations in various localities, and the vigilance of the masses is also high.

Without a letter of introduction, it is really difficult to move an inch, and you have to hold your trouser belt at any time when you go to the toilet, for fear of being reported.

Luo Shibin originally planned to pick up the train all the way south.

He had a lot of cash and food stamps in his pocket, one was that he had to eat, drink and Lazar on the way.

More than a week later, the three of them arrived at Changshan, the capital of the province of risotto, and prepared to get some food, and then found a leeward culvert to endure for the night.

Zhou Bingkun, who basically didn't talk much all the way, finally spoke.

He took out two sets of picket clothes and one regular suit from the package he was carrying, and motioned for Luo Shibin and the others to change into picket clothes.

Luo Shibin took the clothes in a daze, and looked at the third son.

"I have a big head and don't have a suitable hat~"

Zhou Bingkun explained while changing clothes.

"If you don't take out the picket suit early~" Sanzi muttered quietly, "I was worried about sleeping in the culvert before, if I had put on the picket suit earlier......

"It can also be said that he is on a mission, right~" Luo Shibin shook his head and smiled and changed his clothes.

"Oh, work permit~" Zhou Bingkun shook off two work permits, took out another piece of paper and shook it, "Let me have a letter of introduction."

"Okay? For the sake of safety, it's better not to expose the ...... we are from the northeast," Luo Shibin muttered as he opened his work card, his eyes glaring, "Yuedong?!"

"Yes!" Zhou Bingkun stretched the hem of his clothes, "Only pickets everywhere, otherwise we look like northerners and pretend to be from eastern Guangdong, no one will believe it~~"

"Binzi, you're okay with Cantonese dialect, right?" He looked up, "I can say a few more words."

"I'm almost the same~" Luo Shibin looked at Zhou Bingkun with wide eyes, and couldn't accept the change of the stupid dog for a while.

"It's almost enough, we are not from eastern Guangdong ourselves, and the eastern Guangdong dialect is too authentic but there are flaws~" Zhou Bingkun looked at Luo Shibin seriously, "After we all changed jobs, our work was arranged in eastern Guangdong."

"I won't say a word~" Miko raised his hand weakly.

"Then you should try to talk as little as possible~" Zhou Bingkun snorted his hair, "My opinion is to stay in Changshan for a few more days and learn to braised cakes~~"

"Huh?" Luo Shibin looked at the third son, and the latter also looked confused.

"The closer you are to eastern Guangdong, the easier it is to show your stuffing, after all, we haven't been to the south, so after the big pancakes are saved to Prussia, let's pretend to be risotto pickets~" Zhou Bingkun patted the artificial leather bag in his hand, "I'll give you the work permit when the time comes."

"You kid~~" Luo Shibin gasped

Take a cool breath, "He's a fucking genius!"

"And now let's go to dinner?" Three swallowed and foamed.

"Burn everything related to the Northeast first~" Zhou Bingkun raised his chin, "For example, local food stamps or something......

Luo Shibin clicked his mouth.

You're so fucking fine!

"Then why don't you pretend to be an officer?" The third son didn't know why, "Isn't the officer's words more reasonable than picketing?"

"Because my head is too big, I don't have a suitable hat~" Zhou Bingkun rolled his eyes, "The army came out to do errands, and there was a place with it?"

The third son was convinced, took out the money and food stamps and began to clean up.

Luo Shibin also smiled, but muttered in his heart.

When did this stupid dog become so delicate?

Is there a ...... in this?

He couldn't help but think of Tu Ziqiang's harmless smiling face.

"Binzi, why are you still stunned~ Let's go, have a good meal!" Miko shouted.

"Eh, okay, it's coming~" Luo Shibin scratched his head and trotted to follow.

The wine was hot, and the three sons fell asleep.

"Where did you get all this?" Luo Shibin pinched a cigarette and asked casually.

"Brother Qiang gave it~" Zhou Bingkun replied unabashedly, "The route was also designed by him......

"Cao!" Luo Shibin muttered, threw away the cigarette butt, purred his feet, turned around and lay on the bed with a grunt, "Sleep!"

His eyes were inexplicably a little moist.

"The ...... I put here when he returned to Jichun last time," Zhou Bingkun muttered to himself.

"Just us?" Luo Shibin's heart was excited, and he asked casually with his face towards the wall.

"You guys, there's no mine~" Zhou Bingkun paused, "You, the third son, and the second dog."

"Then your ......" Luo Shibin got up and looked at Zhou Bingkun.

"Me? How can I have?" Zhou Bingkun spread his hands innocently.

"That ......"

"The letter of introduction is for you, you both have work permits, who can check them one by one?" Zhou Bingkun raised his chin, "It's really not okay for me to pretend to be a prisoner? Who's the one who is the few?"

"Then this work card ......" Luo Shibin looked at Zhou Bingkun for a long time.

"Fake, there is no such person~~" Zhou Bingkun spread his hands.

"Cao, that's right, if we are all detained, it will be completely ruined. It's really useless......" Luo Shibin lay back on the bed disappointed.

"Last time Brother Qiang came back, I said that I leaked my mouth~" Zhou Bingkun took a deep breath, looking very frustrated, "Just the matter of you and the Yuejiang businessman upside down......

Luo Shibin listened quietly.

"Brother Qiang didn't say anything, just put these things here when I turned around......" Zhou Bingkun let out a long breath and lay down.

The two were silent, and the only thing in the room was the snoring of the third son.