Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 230 Proficient in all languages

The Jia family made such a big commotion in the compound, Wang Weidong naturally heard it clearly.

Based on the few words that came from the cold wind, he had already deduced the general situation of the matter.

Sure enough, as the deaf old lady said, a person is a person when he puts on clothes, and a beast when he takes off his clothes.

However, Wang Weidong didn't care about this matter at all.

He was already tired of this kind of bullshit in the courtyard.

With that little energy, it is better to think about how to expand the No.11 workshop as soon as possible to prepare for the coming storm.

Also, Wang Weidong misses Lou Xiaoe.

In the warm blanket, Lou Xiaoe's unique faint fragrance was exuding all the time.

This fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, making the corners of Wang Weidong's eyes a little sore.

According to the time calculation, the silly moth should have arrived in Hong Kong City, maybe it's time to send a letter.

Wang Weidong is not worried about the safety of the silly moth.

As a big businessman, Lou Bancheng, although his vision was a bit short-sighted and unable to see the current situation clearly, he has gone through a lot of storms and waves.

Before liberation, the situation was chaotic, and it was difficult to save such a large fortune without getting blood on your hands.

In deep or shallow thoughts, Wang Weidong fell into a deep sleep.

zzZZ
******
Signed in early in the morning, happy all day.

[Ding, sign in successfully, get the skill book mastery of all languages, get 1 yuan of money, 2 catties of pork, 20 catties of rice noodles]

Wang Weidong's eyes widened.

Proficient in all languages?
Are there 1 countries in this world?
Wang Weidong took out a skill book from the ring warehouse, and before he could react, the skill book dissipated from his hand, turning into crystal fragments and sinking into his mind.

A huge flow of knowledge appeared in Wang Weidong's mind out of thin air.

Those complicated and obscure knowledge seem to be easy to understand after special treatment.

Chinese, English, Russian, Japanese, German, Italian. Indian Eskimo.
What surprised Wang Weidong the most was that he could use Klingon now.

nuqne H?

wangweidong'oH pongwIj'e'.

Hey, aliens have invaded the earth, I can lead the way for the alien invasion army.

Esperanto. Daoben. Quenya.
That's right, in order to make up [-] languages, this "Proficiency in All Languages" went so far as to frantically include languages ​​made by later generations.

It's so frenzied, what a trick!

Wang Weidong continued to explore in his mind, and soon he found some good things.

Chicken country language, duck country language, dog country language, king eight country language, crab country language, killer whale country language
Sure enough, maddening enough.

So, I can communicate with animals?

Could it be that the spiritual energy has recovered?

Wang Weidong couldn't help but get excited when he thought that he could become the commander in command of millions of small animals.

No matter how bad he is, he can become a fishing expert.

Just imagine, as long as you understand the fish's conversation and lay the hook in ambush on their way home, catching them is not an easy task.

but.

Will there really be a pie in the sky?

Wang Weidong, who was often deceived in his previous life, carefully read the manual of "Languages ​​of All Nations".

Sure enough, he found a line of text in a small corner.

The color of the text is very similar to the background, and it is small enough that if you don't pay attention, you really can't notice it.

"When using animal language, you will have the possibility to gain the ability to communicate with animals."

Possibly. This word that expresses uncertainty reminds Wang Weidong of Zanduoduo who redefines numbers.

Zha Duoduo played tricks on 'possible'.

In ancient times, an army of 6 people should be able to capture a small and medium-sized city, right?

In modern times, given Li Yunlong's army of 6 people, Ping'an County is no problem, so he should have gone to fight Taiyuan, right?

In modern times, 6 people can't score even a single percentage point.

What a joke!
If you can't afford it, don't play it.

Well, this "Languages ​​of Nations" is probably a big fool.

Wang Weidong got up with a wry smile, and simply washed up.

Lou Xiao'e wasn't here, so he didn't bother to cook.

No matter how delicious food is, it loses its meaning if no one shares it.

Or go to Xinjiekou to eat a bowl of stewed fire.

It was early morning at this time, and the faint sunlight fell on the frost of the eaves, emitting colorful rays of light.

Wang Weidong pushed his bicycle to the middle courtyard, and saw a crowd of people in front of Jia's house.

He couldn't help frowning, he made such a fuss last night, isn't it over yet?

"Great Gong, there are so many people, what are you doing?" Wang Weidong held back a young man who squeezed out from the crowd.

"Brother Wei Dong, you don't know that the Jia family is collecting money." Da Gong smiled wryly with disdain on his face.

"The money? Don't you just hand it in when you have to do something? What's more, it's usually only relatives and friends who hand in the money. Neighbors don't need it?" Wang Weidong looked puzzled.

According to the rules of the capital, the funeral is a cumbersome matter.

The descendants of the direct line wear hemp and filial piety, not to mention, they still need to stay in the house for seven days.

This is called the first seven souls, that is, on the seventh day after death, the soul of the deceased will return to his home to have a look at night, and this night is also called "returning soul night" .

Then, you can rest in peace.

On the day of burial, relatives and friends come to express their condolences, and to express comfort to the family members of the deceased, they will hand over the lamentation money.

Dagong took a sip, and said contemptuously: "Who said it wasn't, Jia Xudong and I didn't speak a few words at all, and there was no need to hand over the gift."

"However, this morning, someone knocked on the door of my house. Bang Geng brought Xiaodang and Xiaohuaihua, dressed in sackcloth and mourning, and knelt at the door of my house."

"You said, am I coming, or are I coming?"

Wang Weidong realized that the Jia family had come to visit him, and these talents had no choice but to come to express their condolences.

Since ancient times, Chinese people have paid attention to the dead.

Even if the neighbors don't want to, they have to pinch their noses and admit it.

"Brother Wei Dong, if the Jia family didn't call you, don't go to hand over the money! They're all white-eyed wolves! They don't understand any rules." Da Gong spat angrily.

Wang Weidong could understand his anger very well.

When the host's family holds a funeral, the guests they invite are also very particular.

Generally speaking, only blood relatives can be invited, and neighbors cannot be notified.

If the neighbors are willing to go, they go without notice.

That's why there is a saying that happy events are called and funeral events arrive.

This is the wisdom of the world handed down from the ancestors.

Now Jia's family don't even want to face in order to collect money.

However, Wang Weidong still decided to hand over a share of the money, not for anything else, but for Jia Xudong's tragic experience.

"They're all neighbors, so I'll give them a copy. The Jia family can't get rich with this little money." After Wang Weidong finished speaking, he tied his bicycle by the flower bed and squeezed into the crowd.

Among the crowd, Mrs. Jia Zhang sat at the door of the house.

Qin Huairu led the three children to kneel on the ground, whenever someone handed over the money, Qin Huairu and the three children always kowtowed to the person who came.

The corners of her eyes are rosy, but her hair has been neatly combed. Her black hair is scattered on her shoulders, and when she is paired with that snow-white filial piety dress, she looks unique.

Cough, RBD*** widow's soft muscle あいり.

Seeing Wang Weidong approaching, Qin Huairu's eyes lit up.

In the morning, she didn't let Bang Geng kneel at the door of Wang Weidong's house, because she was afraid that Wang Weidong would have a rebellious mentality.

After so many interactions, although not in-depth, Qin Huairu feels that he knows Wang Weidong's character very well.

He is a guy who eats soft but not hard.

He looks cruel and ruthless, but he is kind in his heart.

If moral kidnapping is used to force him to hand over the money, he will definitely not give in, and maybe he will kick the stick away.

No, it's not coming here obediently!
Qin Huairu watched Wang Weidong take out money from his pants pocket, the muscular muscles on his arms were vaguely exposed, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

If I can... then this life is worth it.

Qin Huairu thought so, but subconsciously turned her head to look at the coffin in the house.

She knew this kind of thinking, and she was sorry for Jia Xudong who was lying in it.

A sense of guilt rose in her heart.

However, this sense of guilt is really itchy, and it's hard to stop the desire to try.

I am free
(End of this chapter)