The Strongest Cultivation Small Farmer

Chapter 16 Despise Migrant Workers

In fact, only Zhao Xiaofei knows that he is not a god, but a human being, an ordinary person with flesh and blood.

People who have ears, noses, eyes, and chins just like us and everyone else.

He gets hurt too, he gets sick too.

Just like the gunfight just now, if Zhao Xiaofei was accidentally shot, he would bleed at least, or die at worst.

Otherwise, Zhao Xiaofei wouldn't have run away when he saw the murderer pull out his pistol.

If you have to talk about Zhao Xiaofei's particularity, you can only say that he is a 'cultivator'.

Cultivators, in the mouth of human beings, are also called 'cultivators' and 'cultivators'.

In fact, if you want to learn, every ordinary person can become a "cultivator" like Zhao Xiaofei through hard work.

So all this should be no surprise.

"Crash-"

Suddenly, in the quiet infirmary, there was a sound of running water.

At first glance, it turned out that Zhao Xiaofei turned on the tap in the corner and was washing his hands.

After the blood on his hands was washed away, Zhao Xiaofei pointed to Nie Xiaoying and said, "Let the injured person lie on the operating table for two to three hours, and after her vital signs are completely stabilized, you... two female nurses will help Miss Nie Xiaoying can just change into clean clothes. Uh~~~~ If there is nothing wrong, I will leave first."

As soon as he said go, Zhao Xiaofei opened the door and walked out.

Several people in the room have not yet reacted.

But suddenly, Zhao Xiaofei, who had just walked out of the door, poked his head in again, blinked at Deng Liying, and said with a smile: "Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I almost forgot, the beautiful Miss Deng Liying, remember to ask someone to take care of you." The shooter is arrested, don't let him be arrogant."

After all, he shrank his head and left.

Just like that, Zhao Xiaofei walked in the corridor swaggeringly with his upper body bare.

Although it is summer and the weather is very hot, it is normal to be bare-chested, but after all, this is on a train, and it is in a public place, and it is always a kind of uncivilized and impolite behavior to be bare-chested.

In addition, Zhao Xiaofei was wearing a farmer's straw hat, dirty flip-flops, and dressed as a migrant worker, which aroused even more dissatisfaction among others.

When passing the first carriage, someone immediately despised them: "Where did these migrant workers come from? They really don't understand civilization, and they are naked in front of so many people. What kind of talk is that?"

"That's right! Migrant workers are migrant workers, they are really uncivilized and unqualified."

Among these people, some women had the worst voices.

"Tsk tsk tsk! This migrant worker has no money and power, and he still wants to attract his wife by selling meat? Pooh! No way!"

"Anyway, I don't like men without money. I swear, I will never live with a migrant worker!"

"What I hate the most in my life are these migrant workers."

Hearing the harsh words of these people, Zhao Xiaofei finally couldn't help it.

They scolded themselves, because they were originally farmers.

But these people are scolding the entire peasant class, all the migrant workers, because of this, Zhao Xiaofei can't stand it!

He looked at a very obese woman of about twenty-five.

This woman scolded the worst just now.

"Fat pig!!!" Zhao Xiaofei grinned suddenly and cursed, "I said you fat pig, you are so fat and ugly, don't say that even a migrant worker like me looks down on you. Even beggars around the world probably look down on you. Dead fat pig, I see that when you go to those hair salons to sell meat, even if you cover your face, no one will look for you! Because you have too much meat on you, dead fat pig !"

"Ah? You...you you you..." The fat woman obviously didn't expect Zhao Xiaofei to retort, her face was flushed with anger, and she didn't know how to answer the question.

"What are you? A fat pig, fat and ugly, I don't think anyone in this life will dare to marry you." Zhao Xiaofei turned the little straw hat on his head with a proud expression on his face.

"You..." The fat woman suddenly went into a rage, "Ahh! Little peasant! Migrant worker, damned migrant worker, I curse you, I curse you."

"I cursed you!" Zhao Xiaofei rolled his eyes, then ignored the fat man and walked straight forward.

But within two steps, Zhao Xiaofei bumped into someone.

Another fat man!
However, this fat man is a man.

"Oh, it's you!?" Zhao Xiaofei looked at the fat man with great interest and laughed.

This man is exactly the fat man who bet with Zhao Xiaofei before.

At that time, the fat man said that if the short murderer had a gun, he would eat the whole chair!
Of course, he also despised Zhao Xiaofei, a small farmer, by the way.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Xiaofei laughed triumphantly, "Fatty man, didn't you bet with me just now? Didn't you say you would eat that chair? Hahaha... let me eat it now! Are you so afraid of death? You actually ran to such a far car, hahaha... so funny!"

The obese middle-aged man's face was suddenly full of embarrassment, his face flushed, and he smiled awkwardly: "Brother, this little brother, I'm sorry, I was wrong just now, can't I be wrong?"

"Hmm~~!" For these polite people, Zhao Xiaofei will also treat them very politely, "Uncle, so in the future, you must not underestimate the migrant workers. Sometimes the migrant workers may be yours." My savior!"

"Yeah, got it, got it, thank you brother for reminding me." The obese middle-aged man was very polite, and he saw everything that happened in that carriage just now.

It was this little farmer who restrained the murderer.

Now, he respects this little farmer in awe, without the slightest impurity, and his admiration for Zhao Xiaofei is like a surging river, stretching endlessly.

"It's good to know, I can't despise migrant workers anymore, don't be an example! I'll go first, my second wife is still waiting for me to report that I'm safe!" After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiaofei walked forward with a pair of flip flops .

And just when Zhao Xiaofei came to the end of this carriage, suddenly, someone yelled in surprise: "Hey! This migrant worker seems to be the little farmer who subdued the murderer in the front carriage just now?"

"It was he who subdued the murderer with the gun??"

"No way? A migrant worker, how can he subdue that murderer? He has a pistol!"

(End of this chapter)