Be a thief for three days, and don't change it for an emperor!

This is a joke of the Jianghu people, but it is also a truth.

Hou San, the thief who has long been accustomed to being alone, originally lived a free life, but this time he suffered an unjustified disaster and was thrown into prison for more than two years, and he had to think about his retirement after he was old.

I was a lone thief for a few years, just trying to live a comfortable life, the money came and went easily, and I was playing with a wine and a drunken future, and I didn't have any savings at all.

This time, not only did people fold in, but even the old nest was copied by the public security, and several antiques kept by the family to play with were confiscated, which can be said to be a loss.

If you are good when you are young, no matter where you go, as long as you rely on your skillful skills, you can become a master in minutes, but now that you are older, you have to think more about the future.

Even if he is released from prison, his future retirement life has not yet been settled.

In the past few years, the public security department's crackdown can be said to have been both damaging and ruthless, and they have often caught one and brought out a nest. The bigwigs who have made a little name on the rivers and lakes are dead and crippled, and if they are lucky, they are also eating in prison, but fortunately, Hou Sanye has been a loner in the past few years, although he was sent to prison for a trivial matter, he accidentally avoided this strike hard campaign.

Thanks to the fact that it broke at the right time, hiding in prison has become a safe haven, and the relationship between the rivers and lakes has long been severed, and no one will bite Hou Sanye out even if it is a severe crackdown.

Otherwise, based on the value of the case he has done, it is not enough to shoot two back and forth.

In prison, Hou Sanye made up his mind, after coming out this time, he must change to a different way of playing, and with his age, generation, and craftsmanship, he should have found a successor a long time ago, and he can't take action in person in the future, teach a few serious disciples and grandchildren, and concentrate on eating their tribute.

In this way, you will be able to live out your old age in peace.

Looking at the few little cubs in front of him, Hou Sanye felt quite ironed in his heart, as if he saw some new hope.

"If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world?!" After some advice, the third master hummed a few words from his nostrils, and then walked away with his hands behind his back, leaving a room of worshipping eyes.

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Little thieves should also engage in closed training.

And Hou Sanye's first request was to sort out housekeeping, which is quite surprising.

Just do it, a few half-sized children acted quickly as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Collective life has a unified order, with a common goal, in order to have team cohesion, but also to reflect the collective strength, the thief king Hou Sanye seems to know this well, a simple few words actually encouraged a few small blind stream of enthusiasm.

Rags, old shoes, and smelly socks were all thrown away, all the bed boards of the Chase were wiped clean with water, and the smelly bedding was thrown into the garbage.

The room was cleaned from the floor to the roof, the broken parts of the walls were pasted with old newspapers, and even the fifteen-watt incandescent light bulb was unscrewed and replaced with a forty-watt one.

Everyone started together, and after less than an hour, the dilapidated little bungalow took on a new look, at least like a place for individuals to live.

After the room is tidied up, it is personal hygiene.

Fortunately, it was summer, and the four of them lined up in front of the faucet in the yard to rinse their hearts with cold water, and then washed it from head to toe with lighthouse soap, and the neck that was as black as the axle was a little white.

It seems that even a thief living in the darkest corners instinctively hopes to live a cleaner and decent life.

Hei Qing had a rare smile on his stinky face, and he sent a few big unity cards to everyone with a smile, and blasted the four cubs out of the yard.

It's still early, it's the evening of the weekend, the Qianjiakou night market is lively, the little four are only carrying a huge amount of money to prepare two by two pairs to go to the night market, each person buys two clean clothes and bedding, and by the way, cut and cut the hair, before the closed training that the third master said, take a good look at yourself.

Hou Sanye is finally back, and this time he came back, life felt different immediately.

Visiting the night market, shopping, buying, this is the life that people should live.

Xu Zhiyong took the two dumbfounded, wearing a new dress from the inside out, and each person was holding a large enamel washbasin in his hand, with a brand new change of clothes and newly bought towels and soap in the washbasin, leisurely pacing on the Qianjiakou night market, looking left and right and feeling that his eyes were a little insufficient.

You don't have to stare at people's wallets and pockets anymore, and you don't have to shrink your head for fear of being seen, you can sway on the road with your head held high and swagger, and when you see your favorite things, you can bargain with those stall owners who are coaxed by cowhides, and then fall over a big unity, just look at the stall owners who usually drag like 2580,000 yuan with a flattering smile on their faces, and the little brothers' hearts are as comfortable as drinking honey.

I started playing when I bought almost everything, what rings, air guns and balloons, playing one by one, what I have in my pocket is money, a dime or two cents, we don't care today!

But the stomach seems to be a little unlucky, the half-sized child is a bottomless pit, these days have relied on steamed bread and pickles to continue his life, there is no oil and water, plus just a toss, and a cold shower, the stomach has long been hungry like a drum.

It's already eleven o'clock in the evening, but there are no fewer people at the night market, and the intersection is full of stalls selling all kinds of snacks.

Wontons, noodles, pies, cold noodles, fried sausages, it seems that they have not been seen for a few days, and there are a lot more roadside food stalls all of a sudden.

Without him, it is because the aroma of the boiled meat in that pot is so strong that it seems that the whole intersection is filled with the smell of meat with a slight taste of Chinese herbs, which makes people unbearable.

Seeing that Erdu's saliva was gluttonous, and hearing the gurgling sound in his stomach, Xu Zhiyong, the little flat head, hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Whatever!" The two of us didn't do anything today, we went to eat stew and cook to look up to them, we were their customers, and that curly hair didn't dare to do anything to us! ”

Xiao Pingtou had already recognized the little curly hair with a smug on his back and shouting "boiled and burned" while collecting money, this curly hair was none other than Xie Lao'er, who was chasing him all the way a few days ago.

After saying a few words of comfort, the two thieves slipped to the side and came to the front of the stall, and saw a little fat man cutting the large intestine with a kitchen knife without looking up, so he whispered: "What, bring us two bowls of stewed ......"

The ancients said: "Rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest!" ”

Xu Zhiyong kind of understood what he meant.

Hei Qing, who was stunned, didn't care about forcing the little brother to make trouble near Qianjiakou, so that now he has to be careful if he wants to eat a bowl of stew in the night market.

The curly-haired stall owner who sold the braised braised foil used to chase him all over the street.

The clothing stall owner who eats stewed and gnaws on the pig's tail and drinks wine over there is called Jiao San'er, who has been running a clothing stall all the year round, and he has known his brother for a long time.

In the watermelon greenhouse across the road, not to mention the brothers who sell melons, even their own brothers are all called Men'erqing.

Sit down and realize, why are there enemies everywhere? Although the stew in front of him was fragrant, Xiao Pingtou felt that he was a little unsure of eating.

The business of the boiled stall is very good today, and the sales are estimated to reach a new high, and the cross-body army green shoulder bag has been supported by the change, and Xie Lao'er's mood is exceptionally good.

After a rough calculation, grandma's surgery fee is no problem at all, I didn't expect to make money so fiercely by setting up a stall in the night market.

And the braised butcher shop that Xiao Yuan'er got is even more powerful, making more than 100 catties of meat every afternoon, and it can be sold out before ten o'clock the next day. If this momentum continues, it will be no problem to sell him a few hundred catties a day.

Oh my God, I can't even think that this means at least a thousand dollars of net profit every day!

Small trading can make so much money, no wonder there are more and more food stalls in this night market.

Even if there are many competitors, they are not afraid, what kind of ravioli, pies, tea and eggs can you make a few dollars? What we sell is pure meat, and it is a net profit of at least two yuan to sell a bowl, and the guests themselves can find it with this fragrance.

What's more, Mancheng and Little Fat Er communicate with each other, and bring those sauce pig tails and sauce pig trotters to the night market, this kind of domineering appetizer is very popular as soon as it appears, even if it is Grandma Li's wonton stall, a few pig trotters and pig tails can be sold every day.

This is the great situation of the revolution!

Seeing that the time was almost midnight, the guests had gradually become scarce, and the stew in the pot had bottomed out, Xie Laopao squatted behind the tricycle, brought the army green satchel to his side, and began to count today's harvest.

A lot of yellow, yellow, green and green money, Xie Lao Pao Er was not annoyed, carefully folded them one by one, and began to count them carefully, and then checked them with the accounts recorded in Tian Geben after counting.

Apparently there was some discrepancy in the accounts, so he scratched his head, sighed, and then sorted out the pile of banknotes, and began to count them again.

Xie Lao Pao'er counted the money carefully, but he didn't know that his actions had already attracted a pair of eyes.

"I'm afraid of a thousand dollars, aren't you?" Erdu, chewing a piece of bun in his mouth, asked in a vague whisper.

"Definitely! I'm afraid it's more than that, and that little unity of ten pieces alone is enough for a thousand. Xu Zhiyong replied in a low voice without thinking about it.

Oh Qing, who woke up immediately, stretched out his hand and gave the second fool a head: "Eat your stew, what do you think?!" ”

Just look up.

The night is already deep, the people on the street are gradually dispersed, and the cool night breeze blows, making the pores of the people who have been hot for a day dilated, and it is indescribably comfortable.

Not far away, a Grand Cherokee without a license plate quietly stopped, and jumped down from the passenger seat, wearing a Montejiao T-shirt, woolen pants straight, the metal belt buckle on the waist belt was shining, and the leather shoes under his feet were shiny, and the most conspicuous thing was the leather handbag under the armpit, and a big brother's antenna poked out of the handbag.

Xu Zhiyong was stunned for a moment when he saw the comer, the handsome man with a bit of gloomy aura, especially the pale yellow hair on his head is the most recognizable, isn't this the famous Huang Mao and Huang Xiaochuan in the Qianjiakou area?

Recognizing Huang Xiaochuan, Xu Zhiyong couldn't help but feel excited, it seems that Qianjiakou is still a place where he rarely comes, why is there a night market full of acquaintances on this big night?

For his profession, it is not a good thing to meet acquaintances, especially this Huang Mao, Huang Xiaochuan, Hei Qing and Qiangzi have reminded everyone more than once that this is a big stubborn master who is not stingy, and he must hide when he meets him on the street.

Xu Zhiyong, the little flat-headed, couldn't help but sigh, if you want to eat a bowl of stew and cook this big night, how can you feel dangerous? !