Siheyuan: This driver is too arrogant

Chapter 76 There's a visitor at home, it's hard work!

"Brothers, they are all gangsters. Let's go to the mountains to pay respects to our relatives. It's convenient for you to raise your hands high."

Liu Weidong stood where he was, and said in a deep voice.

"Damn it, you can still chat a few words on the road, do you know where Huzigou is? You dare to run here, don't die!"

The gun barrel of the black hole hit Liu Weidong's lower back, and it hurt so badly, Liu Weidong sneered, "Dude, why do you want to hear me talk about it?"

"What's the matter, I just heard that there is going to be a funeral? You met my brother and I counted you as lucky, and I will collapse you both later, dig a hole and bury it on the spot, so as not to find someone to carry the spirit banner and set it up again." Monument, trouble!"

Before this guy finished speaking, Liu Weidong took a cold breath, turned back suddenly, grabbed the black muzzle of the gun with his hands, and said goodbye!
The middle-aged man couldn't hold the gun, and was snatched by Liu Weidong. It was too late when he tried to grab the gun again!
"do not move!"

The muzzle of the gun was stuck in the heart of the middle-aged man, Liu Weidong put his finger on the trigger, and threatened in a cold voice!

"Brother, you...are making jokes with you two, why are you serious..."

"Who the hell is making fun of you!" Qin Yongjiang, who was frightened and foolish, ran over, looking at the man like a big neck, "It scares me to the point of peeing, you know that!"

"Men, what age do you dare to come out to rob Dao? I think you don't want to live!"

"Little brother, brother, please forgive me. Brother, I was confused for a while. When I saw you driving in, I was thinking about spending money. Don't tell our village chief!"

The guy was so frightened that he knelt down, kowtowed, and begged for mercy.

"Tell me, how many times have you done it?" Liu Weidong pointed a spray gun at his forehead and shouted sharply!

"The first time, I ran into you two. I'm unlucky. Can you let me go?" The guy raised his head, his small eyes were full of pleading, Liu Weidong bent down and patted his face , "Didn't you just want to hear me tell stories about ancient times? Then I'll chat with you two. Do you know that there was a character in the three hundred miles around here?"

"Who?"

"Han Bianwai!"

"I heard it, it seems to be a golden handle!"

Liu Weidong kicked him on the back of his spine, causing the guy to scream in pain. He unloaded all the bullets from the gun and stuffed them into his pocket. Looking at the mountains in the distance, he sighed leisurely, recalling the time when Han Bian Waixiong ruled the Kanto region, became the king and hegemony, and established the "Golden Kingdom" on a par with the Northeast King.

Now that the old man has passed away, there are only barren mounds all over the ground, whimpering the mountain wind, telling stories that once happened in this land of Kanto.

Ugh!
"Brother, can you spare me?" The man's small eyes were chattering around, pointing to the grave of the fifth concubine who had just burned paper money, "This grave is buried with my second aunt, so we still have relatives." ! For the sake of relatives..."

Several figures sprang out from the Huzigou in the distance, all of them were standard Northeast men, each of them approached with a guy in his hand, the leader was tall and tall, with a square face and a beard, and rushed towards Qin Yongjiang from a long distance away. He clasped his fists together, "Brother Yongjiang, why didn't you answer when you came here, so we can pick you up!"

"I don't dare to trouble you, Village Chief Xing!" Qin Yongjiang rushed up to greet him, and clasped hands with the leader, with flattering smiles on his face.

"Who is this little brother?"

"Let me introduce to you, this is an excellent worker in our rolling mill and also my partner, Comrade Liu Weidong!"

"Hello, Comrade Liu!"

The leader clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked Liu Weidong up and down. He had to say that this young man had a stretched head, and he was full of energy from head to toe. Even Xing Liwen, who had read so much, couldn't help it. Give it a thumbs up!
"This bastard, he's out of Mahler Gobi to cause trouble again. See if I won't beat you to death today!" Xing Liwen was so angry when he saw the spray gun in Liu Weidong's hand, and the third son who was holding his head down and didn't dare to breathe. Raising his hand was a big fight, beating the little third son in a circle.

"Get back!"

The third son stumbled and ran away.

"Brother Yongjiang, you are just a guest, let's go, come and sit at my house!" Xing Liwen enthusiastically invited them into Huzigou, but Qin Yongjiang waved his hands again and again, "Forget it, Lao Xing, I have to hurry back!"

"You...don't treat me as a friend!" Xing Liwen glared, and Qin Yongjiang waved his hands again and again in fright, "Brother Xing, what are you talking about, we two have a life-long friendship, why don't I treat you as a friend gone?"

"When you're a friend, don't talk to me, just go and drink!"

Xing Liwen grabbed the railing of the car, jumped onto the car, patted the car cover, "Come on, Comrade Liu, go to our village!"

The kindness was hard to give up, so Liu Weidong had no choice but to start the car and head east along the narrow mountain road, making three turns and two turns, and stopped beside a small river ditch.

There are several families beside the ditch. The adobe houses made of loess are similar to the style of the Central Plains. The hinged windows that turn up and down are very distinctive. The upper half is supported by wooden sticks to facilitate ventilation.

"Huzigou State-owned Participation Factory in Huangnihe Town..." Liu Weidong couldn't help but read aloud as he looked at the long plaque nailed to the door of the adobe house.

It turns out that ginseng is grown in the mountains here!

"What are you talking about here, come in and sit down!" Xing Liwen looked very enthusiastic, and led the two of them into the adobe house.

The room was dark, and the newspapers on the wall were blackened by years of tobacco smoke. A white-haired old lady was sitting cross-legged on the kang, smoking a cigarette by the cigarette basket, when she saw her son leading her in. The two guests hurriedly stood up to greet them.

"It's Yongjiang, you haven't been here for a while, sit down!" The old lady pushed the cigarette basket in front of him, "What have you been up to lately?"

"What else can you do, just hurry up!" Qin Yongjiang was not polite, grabbed a piece of children's workbook in the cigarette basket, tore off a strip, sprinkled a pinch of finely chopped tobacco leaves on it, rolled it into a roll, and used it again. He licked the bottom seam with his tongue, twisted off the cigarette butt, set fire to the old lady's pipe and pot, and smoked.

The smell of smoke chokes the nose!
Liu Weidong frowned, and sat down on the edge of the kang. The old lady turned to look at Liu Weidong, "This young man is really good-looking, is he your colleague?"

"Let me introduce to you, this is my colleague from the rolling mill, named Liu Weidong, a model worker!" Speaking of Liu Weidong, Lao Qin felt that he had a lot of face!
Look at my eldest nephew's appearance and style, not to mention his appearance is not far from Pan An's!

Which big girl and little daughter-in-law don't take a second look?

"Sit down, kid!" The old lady greeted Liu Weidong to sit down with a smile, and turned her head to look out of the window, "Daughter-in-law, there are visitors at home, so let's have a hard time!"

　Many Northeast dialects come from the local Manchu and Mongolian languages, which cannot be reproduced in words, and there are too few onomatopoeic words in Chinese characters, which has caused some troubles for writing.

　　
　
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