Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 1130
"Did the people on the train make things difficult for you just now?" Baburyev poked his head in and asked.

"We asked for two hundred rubles." Zhang Zhiyuan replied.

"охуевший." Baburyev threw a shameless Soviet curse and turned to leave.

"Baburyev, forget it, it's probably over this time, isn't it just two hundred rubles." On the train, Wan Feng was not going to cause trouble, and two hundred rubles was nothing.

"Wan! You think too much. Do you think it's over once this time? We have to ride for nearly ten hours. With this time, I dare say they will come once in more than an hour, so it can't be over. If it is over, it will be over." It's endless, you wait for me to find them."

After Baburyev finished speaking, he disappeared outside the box.

This time Wan Feng had once again realized Maozi's shamelessness.

There are people who ask for money in Huaguo, but usually it's over once you ask for it.

For example, if the traffic police fines you once, at least if you drive the car to the destination with the fine receipt, the traffic police will no longer ask you for money.

Asking for help is also a matter of spending money, and the matter is almost done.

Unexpectedly, there is a time limit for spending money in the Soviet Union. After time, you can ask for one or more times. Can you still gain some face?

This time it was really eye-opening.

In this case, Baburyev didn't stop him when he went to ask for Qian Wanfeng.

It took about 10 minutes for Baburyev to come back. The money was going to be returned, but only one hundred rubles was returned.

"It's back to Khabarovsk and they won't be asking for money anymore."

"Haha, Baburyev, can you take back what he eats?"

"They don't dare to give it. Even if they don't go to Blagoveshchensk every day, they go to Blagoveshchensk several times a month. I said that if you don't spit out the money and let you disappear in the city of Buenos Aires, then they don't spit it out. Half of it came back, but they promised not to ask for it again before they got to Khabarovsk."

The underworld does have some deterrent effect at this time.

"Are you not afraid that they will come to Khabarovsk to take revenge on you?"

"What's so scary about the little train conductors and train policemen on the train? If they take revenge, they won't work on the train? I can arrange a few random men in the city of Buenos Aires to make them terrified. Well, rest, what are you doing?" Things call us." Baburyev retracted his head.

"Shamilov's people are still allowed!" Zhang Zhiyuan sighed while pinching the banknote with Lenin's portrait in his hand.

"Uncle! Don't be fooled by the interests in front of you. Maozi has no humanity. It's because Shamilov's interests are intertwined with us that people will be polite to us. Otherwise, they might bite harder. Remember, no matter what Don't be considerate to anyone you meet in the future, they can turn faces faster than books."

This is not to slander Maozi behind the scenes. After the opening of the port between the two sides, people who do business with Maozi have said the most: Maozi who has no humanity.

This is a warning saying that blood and tears are condensed.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Wan Feng and the others got on the train, and the train arrived in Khabarovsk at one o'clock in the middle of the night. Now it is 05:30 and it's time for dinner.

After locking the door of the box, a group of people came to the No. [-] dining car.

Wan Feng really didn't have much interest in Russian food, he just ordered a barbecue and two toasted buns.

Just after taking two bites, suddenly a Chinese voice came from behind: "Compatriots, are you from China?"

It is impossible for five or six people to sit at the dining table on the train. Wan Feng and his party of ten are divided into three dining tables.

Wan Feng was sitting at a square dining table with Alexey Baburyev and Han Guang's family.

Behind Wan Feng was the young man led by Alexei, and behind them were Zhang Zhiyuan, Chen Dao, and Han Meng sitting at the table.

Who is this compatriot?

The word compatriots is only used on paper or in propaganda. No one uses this word in the colloquial language of the people. At least in northern Wanfeng, no one is called compatriots, and people called fellow villagers are everywhere.

This also came out to call compatriots.

Wan Feng turned around and saw a man with black hair and yellow skin at the table of Zhang Zhiyuan and Chen Dao.

Looking at the age of about [-] or so, wearing a dark red long-sleeved sweater, the hair shape is not similar to that of the Chinese people, and it is a bit wretched.

Zhang Zhiyuan was also a little happy when a car full of blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners came out of the same place as himself: "Yes, brother, are you also from Huaguo?"

"Yes, yes, I am also from Huaguo, fellow townsman, where do I come from?"

Zhang Zhiyuan also enthusiastically invited the other party to sit down, and then began to tug at the place.

The man said his name was Qin Guangbo.

Qin Guangbo's Chinese is no longer very fluent, and the tone and pause of some words are already incomprehensible.

Wan Feng concluded that Qin Guangbo had been to the Soviet Union for more than five years or even longer.

The biggest possibility of staying in the Soviet Union for such a long time is that he committed a crime in Huaguo and ran over from desperation.

When Wan Feng was young, he often heard people coming to the Soviet Union. At that time, there was a special term called "to repair".

It means defecting to Soviet revisionism.

It can be determined that this is a repairer.

Wan Feng was a little curious about these cultivators, how did they survive?Wasn't Maozi shot dead?

Until the end of the meal, Zhang Zhiyuan and Chen Dao were still talking nonsense with that Qin Guangbo.

Returning to the box after dinner, Wan Feng came to the box of Alexai and the others. He wanted to know about the current living conditions of these cultivators.

"Alexey? Forget it, I guess you don't know about this question, Baburyev! I want to know about the people from Hua who sneaked here from Hua before, have you seen them?"

Baburyev nodded: "I have seen it, but there are not many in Cloth City."

"Tell me about their situation. I think they won't be shot if they have no political value if they come here illegally?"

Baburyev recalled for a while before saying: "I don't seem to have heard that anyone was shot, but they were all arrested, and they were arrested and sent to uninhabited places in the forest to log and open up wasteland."

These bastards think that they will enjoy the blessings by running here, and they don't want to be sent to do coolies.

"Do you know the survival profile of these people?"

"Some died in the forest, and those who survived did everything possible to escape. Some of these people hid in the countryside and some fled to the city."

"Don't your authorities care?"

"I didn't care about it later. You also know that our country has a vast land and abundant resources, especially in the Far East where there are usually no people for hundreds of miles, and some people can be regarded as filling the population."

Pointing at this filling population, what's the use of it.

　Thanks to the slightly fat brother among the fat people for the reward of a thousand coins!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)