After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 1093 Lumberyard

The lumberyard has arrived.

Dozens of sun lamps were hung high and low on tents and tree branches.

A group of rough men with unshaven beards sat together, a bonfire burning in the stone stove, which reflected their chapped faces.

"Why is Lin Bashi here!"

"Why are you here?"

As soon as Old Man Lin appeared, the people who were sitting stood up one after another. It was not difficult to see that Old Man Lin was very respected.

"Bring a junior over to have a look."

As soon as Old Man Lin finished speaking, Feng Yin's slender figure walked out of the trees behind.

He smiled brightly, showing his big white teeth, and started to say hello in a somewhat honest manner.

"Hello, brother, thank you for your hard work."

Everyone was embarrassed.

What the hell kind of way is this to say hello!
Who else can tell them why it is a girl? Still such a beautiful girl!
Everyone secretly looked at Feng Yin and looked at Old Man Lin in confusion.

Old man Lin used to touch the tobacco pouch and pot. When his hand was empty, he realized that he didn't bring it.

He didn't think it was the family's prodigal son who was causing the trouble!
What can Old Man Lin's unsatisfactory son do? Old Man Lin should make plans early to save some wealth for his son.

Old man Lin doesn't do much logging anymore, and all he can do is lead people into the mountains.

In their area of ​​vast mountains and deep mountains and old forests, there are always some travel enthusiasts or curious adventurers who need local people to guide them, and Old Man Lin is naturally one of the best.

"The little girl is curious, so I brought her here to have a look."

The people present had also heard about Old Man Lin leading the way, and they were willing to give Old Man Lin some face.

"Come on, come on, sit down and drink some water. Have you eaten?"

After being greeted by the leader, Old Man Lin and Feng Yin sat on wooden posts and drank hot water. Half an hour later, the logging camp was filled with hearty laughter.

I don't know when Feng Yin was in the middle, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and was talking lively with the men around him.

Old man Lin sitting aside, and netizens who were also watching the live broadcast, had a common thought in their hearts: If Feng Yin wanted to make friends with someone, it would really be effortless!
In just a moment, Feng Yin had already called Brother Liu and Brother Wang.

[If I had such communication skills, why would I bother to take any class? 】

[To be precise, if you have such communication skills, you can take any class. 】

Forty minutes later, Feng Yin ended, and all the men returned to their tents still unfulfilled.

This camp is temporary. The lumberjacks will cut wood wherever they go.

That night, Feng Yin lived in a tent that had been given away, and Old Man Lin squeezed in with his acquaintances.

Early the next morning, everyone was woken up by a burst of aroma.

All of them were sleepy-eyed, yawning, and some were rubbing their eyes. They stood in front of the tent, looking for the source of the smell.

"Brother Wang, good morning. I've cooked some porridge. Can you please join us?"

The scent is found.

Having hot porridge to eat as soon as you wake up in the morning is not a big deal.

A group of men are tired from working and living a rough life.

Most of them bring dry food, such as biscuits, instant noodles, ham sausages, etc., which are their three meals a day.

"Hey girl, your porridge tastes delicious! Where did you get the rice?"

They didn't bring any rice.

Feng Yin held a homemade wooden spatula in his hand, stirring the porridge and said: "I brought some to warm everyone's stomach."

The woodcutters came out one after another, and they also heard Feng Yin's words. This hand was holding him, whether he should say anything or not, and it felt comfortable to be held.