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Not long after, there was no movement from the wine shop or the butcher's house, and everything returned to silence.

After killing pigs for many years, Li Yong was nimble, and with his wife as his helper, he killed two pigs in a row, boiled hot water, shaved the pigs, disemboweled them, started a rotten three-wheeler, and drove them to the town for the morning market. .

Murakami's shops are densely packed, so it's not safe to communicate in private. Lin Le came in through the back door and went out through the back door. After listening to Li Yong firing three rounds, he left the wine shop on tiptoe.

For some unknown reason, before leaving, Yi Chunxiang left a phone number and said that her younger brother had no income, so she took some money to play mahjong, and gave her a hundred-yuan bill.

On the way home, I counted by the light of my mobile phone. It was a total of eight hundred. The rich are really generous. I have fun and have money to spend. Where in the world can I find such a good thing?But I remembered another person, that is the handsome guy Song Meihua from Murakami. After graduating from university, he did not look for a job. He went to the county town of Jiangdu to find a rich woman to date. Soon he became rich, but a few years later he was sent to prison for defrauding money and sex. Miserable, so I swore secretly that if a big man wants to look like a man by his real skills, he can ask a woman for help, and he will never accept money from a woman from now on, and he will never be a bad boy who eats soft food.

Going home from the village, I had to pass by the safekeeping room.

When approaching Jiang Biqiu's house, the little black dog not only stopped barking, but kept wagging its tail at him. Since there was still some internal energy left, he simply leaned against the corn stalks and dialed her phone.

Meeting in the middle of the night, after Jiang Biqiu woke up, without any hesitation, she put on her pajamas and opened the door, pulling him into the room.

Played another game, and in the next two or three days, I won't cause trouble for the time being.

Walking across the field ridge, over the graveyard, and back to the village, the rooster crowed twice, and the morning light was slightly dew.

Lying on the bed, I took out the counterfeit version and re-counted it. On the grounds that Yi Chun is delicious and nutritious, I put the name of braised abalone in front of the number and included it in the address book.

It was a bit overwhelming to have two exchanges in one night. From the second day on, we entered a rest period to recharge our batteries and meet new challenges.

Eight hundred yuan is still a huge sum of money for a student who has just graduated. Put it in his trouser pocket, his waist is strong, and he has enough confidence. Arrived at Murakami.

As soon as the sun came out from the east, the old teahouse was already very lively, and Aunt Zhang's table was full of tea drinkers.

Tang Meizhi is playing mahjong in the inner hall.

Second Aunt Liu sat beside Aunt Zhang.

In the wine shop diagonally across the door, Yi Chunxiang opened the shutter door as usual and sat by the counter.

The three people who have connected and maintained a single-line connection played mahjong, chatted, and did business quietly, and never easily glanced at him except from the corner of their eyes.

These are just the three women who have just been exposed in Aunt Zhang's dark net, but I don't know how many women are hiding in the corner.

There are not many private collections, and it is still far from the goal in my heart, so I made a bowl of Gaiwan tea, sat at the door of the old teahouse, and watched every woman who came in and out and greeted Aunt Zhang from the best angle. People, pay attention to the exchange of eyes between them.

However, the tea seeped over and over again, but found nothing.

At noon, I invited my good buddy Lin Yaoxi to the Fly Restaurant. Before I could call for food, Murakami drove up a BMW and an Audi. The doors were wide open, and a few young strange men came down. Therefore, the eyes of all the tea drinkers and diners , were all attracted by the brush.

These young men were all extremely capable, wearing famous brands, wearing gold necklaces, dyed hair, smiling, and a casual look, but faintly revealed a terrifying murderous look.

It is not difficult for the villagers to see that the visitors are characters that ordinary people cannot afford to mess with.

The last person to get out of the car was in his thirties, with expressionless eyes. No matter in terms of his appearance or clothing, he had no special characteristics. Extraordinary methods are superior to others, that is, the big brother in people's minds.

The eldest brother's name is a bit strange, called Wang Ying, known as Brother Ying, he is a well-known figure with a radius of hundreds of miles.

Ren Guiqiang used to be very close to Brother Ying. Since he became the village head, it is not convenient for him to show his face in public, but he has kept in touch with each other secretly.

It wasn't the village head himself who came to greet Brother Ying, but his close buddy and village cadre Fu Jinbao.

It's already noon, how can the fly restaurant entertain the distinguished guests?The two cars quickly turned around and drove towards the town.

Soon, the village chief's Citroen followed.

After the group left, only the people in the teahouse and tavern dared to whisper: something big might happen to Murakami.

It turns out that the sand dams on both sides of the river are rich in sand and gravel, just like a few people's gold mines. The neighboring village on the opposite bank is separated by a river. There is a middle dam of two to three hundred mu in the heart of the Duhe River. The sand and gravel layer is at least three meters long. The ownership has always been in dispute, and there have been many disputes. The village chief on the other side used to be a big brother, called Zheng Sanwa. , recently competed with Ren Guiqiang for Zhongba, and it was about to go in and out. Inviting Brother Ying, it was probably to come to make a fight.

"Lezi, why are you staring blankly? Drinking." Lin Yaoxi persuaded with a wine bowl.

"The stewed duck is a bit unpalatable today, and the Tun Dou wine is also unpalatable." Lin Le was a little sullen.

"It's the same as in the past. Could it be that you have lost your appetite?"

"Oh, I really don't have an appetite."

The affairs of the big shots have nothing to do with me at first, but I can think of them getting in and out of luxury cars, eating hot food, drinking spicy food, playing games like no one else, and having unlimited scenery, and then thinking about myself, what I eat is corn buns, what I drink is tumble wine, Wearing a cheap jacket that Mr. Lai bought in Jiangdu City, the soil is so filthy, and he used a rifle to mess around with village women. He was actually complacent, thinking that he was ranked in the top ten in the world, and he was so shabby.

It seemed that Yi Chunxiang didn't dislike the village head's lack of stamina and lack of energy, and he still communicated secretly, which made sense.

Relying only on that bit of natural capital to manipulate the society is really worthless, and people look down upon it everywhere.

So, Lin Le took a sip of the He Dou wine, and stared blankly at the direction the luxury car was going away, thoughtfully.