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Zhang Guixiang secretly scolded the New Year's painting for being stingy and stingy, and slipped away without even paying the consultation fee, she deserved to be taught a lesson.

"How much does it cost?"

Zhang Guixiang took out a handkerchief, she just wanted to pay the money quickly, and then rush to see the jokes of the New Year's paintings.

"Three pieces, five cents and six cents."

"So much money?"

She didn't think that it would cost so much money to see a doctor, which could eat fatty meat for several days.

"Can it be less?"

"No, it's a hospital rule."

So, Zhang Guixiang quarreled with the nurse in the hospital because of money.

On the overgrown road, Chen Guoqing finally explained to Huang Zhenjian that Zhang Guixiang had a bad relationship with New Year's paintings, and there was no need to worry that Zhang Guixiang would report the news.

These are all told to him by Liang Erchun, and he has always believed it.

"Brother Jian, why hasn't that chick come back yet?" The bald head had long been impatient, and complained in a very unhappy tone.

"There won't be any other way back to the village, will there?"

Huang Zhenjian looked at Chen Guoqing, Chen Guoqing was crying and sad, and there was really another way back to the village.

Sanxin Village and Yigou Town are like two diagonal rectangles, and both roads are open.

"Damn, you didn't tell us about such an important matter?"

At this moment, the beard suddenly jumped over.

"Brother Jian, I saw that chick coming!"

It turned out to be a false alarm, Huang Zhenjian hurriedly said: "Just wait on the side of the road, as long as she comes, she will stop it directly and pull it into the grass!" ”

And Chen Guoqing also quickly hid in the grass, he was afraid of being recognized by the New Year's paintings.

From afar, I saw a few figures in the New Year's paintings, and there was a little sense of déjà vu.

It's not just the New Year's paintings, Huang Zhenjian and the others also feel the same way, but now it's a little dark, and they can't see it clearly.

"Stop!"

The bald head and beard made a stop in the middle of the road and stopped the New Year's painting.

"What are you going to do?" The New Year's painting stopped the car, and I was still a little scared in my heart.

"Are you called New Year's paintings?" The bald man asked viciously.

As soon as Nian Hua heard it, he knew that these people were coming for him, and shook his head: "No, I don't have a surname Nian, my surname is Fu." ”

There is still hope in the New Year's paintings, what if these people are all fools?

"Fart, you're lying to a fool?"

Sure enough, I still couldn't fool these fools.

"Tell you, I opened this road, I planted this tree, if you want to pass here, leave the road money!" The beard patted his bony chest and spoke fluent black language.

After listening to the New Year's painting, she laughed, originally she was really a little empty, but she still smiled uncompetitively.

"Brother Jian, this chick still dares to laugh, hehe."

At this time, the New Year's painting had already recognized this group of people as the gangsters he met last time, and asked, "Where are the trees you planted?" Why didn't I see it? ”

Except for a patch of weeds, there is really no shadow of a tree in the vicinity.

The bald head stood in front of the picture in previous years: "You offended people, do you know?" Do you know how to write dead words? ”

"Of course I do!"

As he spoke, he took a wooden branch on the side and wrote the word "death" on the soil.

"How? The word is death! ”

Huang Zhenjian laughed angrily at the innocence of the New Year's painting: "What do you have to talk to this little girl, pull it to the grass, teach her a lesson, and see if she can laugh." ”

Saying that, Huang Zhenjian rushed up and stretched out his claws to the New Year's painting.