At this moment, Hu Dongfeng really wanted to pick up the two cigar butts and put them away.

"Uncle, uncle, wrap it on me!" looked at Hu Dongfeng patting his chest and said to Zhang Jiangang and the others. "Three days, at most three days, I will do it for you, and in these three days, uncle, you will work hard at my house first. ”

By showing off his wealth, Zhang Jiangang showed off Lao Hu's 'grandson'.

And a moment later, the two followed Hu Dongfeng to his so-called home. Compared with the high-rise buildings and luxury villas in the center of the base, Xiaohu's home is simply a kennel.

Turning left and right, the two of them almost pinched their noses. It was a very large slum, with a foul smell and noise everywhere, and even the sound of fighting.

Whether it is young or old, many of them are very thin, and some of them have numbness and blankness in their eyes.

And most of the entire slums are still tin houses, even if you don't enter the house, they are hot to death, and they are not breathable.

Even so, not everyone has the opportunity to live in, and many people even find a random corner to lie down and settle down.

When I don't know how many alleys I bypassed to a tin hut of up to 12 square meters, Zhang Jiangang and Lao Hu couldn't speak.

Pots and pans, beds, shabby furniture, broken TVs, everything is piled up in such a small iron room, which is extremely depressing.

As for the toilet and toilet, go to the corner of the street and solve it!

"Sit down, uncle, you will take care of it first, I will find a way for you, three days, I will definitely do it for you in three days!" While putting down the gasoline barrel, Hu Dongfeng took out two benches and wiped them.

"Who?" At the same time, on a small bed in the small iron house of this aggrieved slum, an unkempt middle-aged man wrapped in a black quilt and exuding a stench, while watching the TV hanging on the iron house, asked drunken and dejected.

"What are you shouting, watch your TV!" said to the man Hu Dongfeng, and at the same time threw a bottle of wine, a black steamed bun bought on the road, "Eat, it's yours." ”

Looking at the figure, Hu Dongfeng's eyes had a trace of sadness, but they disappeared in an instant.

As soon as he heard the wine, the middle-aged man hurriedly turned over, dragged his two immobile legs and took the wine bottle, and then grabbed the steamed bun directly with his hand, gnawed hard, and excitedly poured wine into his mouth, very embarrassed.

At the same time, I just took a bite and vomited.

"I don't eat this, I want to eat delicious, I want to eat meat!" the middle-aged man shouted, like a child going crazy.

"Do you like to eat it!" Although his expression was a little uncomfortable, Hu Dongfeng still endured it and said, and even picked up the steamed bun and nibbled it himself.

"Uncle, uncle, you can eat some too, leave him alone. With some discomfort, Hu Dongfeng took out some rice and pickles, which were also black and whirring, and they seemed to smell hard to swallow.

It can be seen that after returning to the slum, this young man named Hu Dongfeng became a lot silent, and even a little unconsciously restrained when facing Zhang Jiangang and the others.

"Alas~" Zhang Jiangang sighed and looked at Lao Hu at the same time.

I saw that Lao Hu's whole expression was wrong at this moment, and there were tears in his eyes.

This is the first time Zhang Jiangang has seen tears in Lao Hu's eyes, and they are the kind of heartache tears.

"Xiao Hu, what's wrong with your father?" Looking at Hu Dongfeng, Lao Hu asked with a little choked up.

"I was beaten, I had to gamble a few years ago, but I was set up, and I was given a loan shark~ loan, and finally my leg was broken, and my grandfather was angry because of this incident. Hu Dongfeng's tone was not as horizontal as before.

There are some things that Hu Dongfeng didn't say, that is, the money owed to people is all repaid by himself in the past few years, and he paid it back with his life.

And in the process of speaking, several people could still hear the unkempt middle-aged man smirking at the TV, and from beginning to end, the middle-aged man did not look back.

"I want to eat meat, I want to eat something delicious, go buy it for me!" The downcast middle-aged man on the broken bed was still yelling and throwing things.

"Buy, buy, buy, you give me money! I still want to eat!" When he said this, Hu Dongfeng's eyes were red, with unwillingness and grievances in his eyes.

But at this time, the old Hu next to him spoke.

"Young man, is there hot water?" said the old man, but his eyes looked straight at the crazy down-and-out middle-aged man, red. "Big brother, I'll get something in your bag. At the same time, Lao Hu said another word to Zhang Jiangang.

Hearing this, or hearing Lao Hu's spiritual sense transmission to himself, Zhang Jiangang hurriedly handed the bag to Lao Hu.

In fact, the bag is a cover, and the things of the two are basically in the empty hourglass. Take it as you go, and the space with a radius of several hundred meters above and below the empty hourglass is no joke.

"Hot water, do you want to take a bath or drink?" Hu Dongfeng was stunned for a moment, and then his face was embarrassed.

Seeing this scene, or Lao Hu's eyes, Zhang Jiangang probably understood something.

"You guys talk here first, and I'll go outside. After speaking, he handed the bag to Lao Hu, and Zhang Jiangang went out alone.

And a moment later, "instant noodles, braised eggs, and intestines!" came from the tin room, and there was an exclamation.

"Uncle, you wait, I'll get you boiling water later!

"Uncle no, this is too precious! No, no...... Okay then, Dad, this is for you from your uncle~"

"Sausages, sausages, delicious, delicious!" At the same time, the middle-aged man's voice also came out, as crazy as a starving ghost.

Hearing this from afar, Zhang Jiangang couldn't help but shake his head.

Listening to Xiaohu's words, his 'grandson' Zhang Qianren's family in this life seems to live in another slum more than ten miles away from here in the west, and they don't know how their family is mixed.

I will definitely go and see it when I have time, but the important thing now is to get the identity certificate down, and then cultivate the Jindan with peace of mind.

Although it is necessary to be low-key when wearing to the 64th plane, and not to seek wealth and nobility, there is no need to live in a slum. Four people live in a small house of more than ten square meters, which is too unpleasant.

If you can live a good life, you have to live in a slum, isn't this your own guilt?

At the same time, while strolling around, Zhang Jiangang was also looking at the nearby environment and observing the strength of the slum residents. Obviously, the strength of the people on the 64th plane is on average much worse than that on the 1st plane, but they have one characteristic, they are more fierce, and their actual combat ability is definitely not weak, after all, they have experienced different things.

In short, his main task is to cultivate, and he will be able to improve to the Jindan stage as soon as possible! Even if he can't go back, at least he can survive in peace in this 64th plane.

As for the rest, leave it to Lao Hu and the others.

This time, he came with Lao Hu, naturally not Zhang Jiangang.

And after sneaking to a place where no one was paying attention, after repeated spiritual sense scanning and confirmation, Zhang Jiangang disappeared directly in place.

A moment later, the other half of the empty hourglass.

"Brothers, come on, come on, everyone stop what they are doing and listen to me!"

Sun Jiacheng, director of the Futukang workshop, walked around and said to the Futukang employees who were operating on the Xiuzhen assembly line.

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