Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 873 Chen Tianchui's nickname is Hammer

"But what you said is a little wrong. It's true that my father often drinks alcohol, but I've never seen him get drunk." What made Wan Feng speechless was that the thief was serious about correcting the loopholes in his words.

"It's as drunk as drinking too little."

"You don't get drunk even if you drink too much. I saw with my own eyes that my father drank three bottles of liquor in one go. Nothing happened!"

Wan Feng's eyes blinked fifty or sixty times in a row, and he grabbed the thief's neck with his hands: "Talk to me again if you're paralyzed, believe it or not, I slapped my face so that I forgot my last name! I'm fooling you!"

"Brother! Don't get excited. I'm telling the truth. My old man has no other ability, but he can drink. Usually, it's not a problem at all. Sometimes people invite him to drink with him."

Wan Feng couldn't help but relax the hand holding the opponent's neck: "Really?"

"There's nothing to pretend about. At most, I've seen my old man drink five bottles of white wine in one meal, and his face didn't change at all, and he didn't even shake his face."

Seeing the serious look of the little thief, Wan Feng felt a little convinced.

Hold the grass!Is this meeting a bartender or meeting a great god?This is not a person, this is a wine barrel.

It is said that the masters are among the people, did he meet a master drinker?
This kind of person who is especially good at drinking is not a legend. Wan Feng has seen such a person in his last life, and there is such an old man in the Shangqiao Brigade of the Warriors Commune.

In the previous life, Wan Feng's wife belonged to the Shangqiao Brigade, and the person nicknamed Jiuxian was in the neighboring village of his father-in-law, and he didn't drink at all on weekdays.

There is no other reason: I can't afford it.

Jiu Xian only drinks wine once a month, puts it in a five-jin plastic jug, drinks it up in one meal, and then goes to sleep, and nothing happens when he wakes up.

At that time Wan Feng was astonished.

I didn't expect to meet such a person in Changchun in this life.

"Don't leave today, follow me, take me to see your old man at noon."

"Do you care about the food?"

"What?" This funny guy dared to bargain.

"I haven't eaten this morning." The thief saw Wan Feng's staring eyes and muttered softly.

"What's the point of living like this? Go and lie down in the middle of the road."

"What do you mean?"

"It's fine if a car passes by and dies, and it can save some food."

What made Wan Feng speechless was that this guy actually lay down in the middle of the road, and he hated Wan Feng to have the urge to trample him to death.

The guy got up after lying down for a while, with a depressed look: "Is there no car here?"

This is where the cars from the pedestrian street come from, and some are just bicycles.

Forget it, this is the meat of the hob.

Wan Feng led the young man into a nearby personal grocery store and bought some bread and a bottle of drink.

"Make do with the pads first, and have dinner with us at noon."

The young man wolfed down the bread, watching Wan Feng frown. How could this look like he didn't eat in the morning? Did he not eat for a few days?
Wan Feng took him back to his booth.

This guy is obviously a restless master. He is full of food and drink, and ran to the stall to sell flowers with great energy.

"Auntie! Have you seen this flower? The [-]-leaf Zhutianlan, you old man must be a Buddhist believer when you look at it with kindness and kindness. You are here today. You come to this pot and know what it is called. The name? It's called... Wanfo Chaozong!"

Wan Feng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, did this bastard come to mess up the scene or make trouble, what the hell is Zhuan Tianlan?Wanfo Chaozong!
"How much? I'll ask our boss."

The guy turned around and asked Wan Feng: "Boss, how much is this Ten Thousand Buddhas?"

Wan Feng gestured three fingers covertly.

"four thousand!"

Wan Feng spat out another mouthful of old blood, this stuff is too dark!He directly raised a thousand.

"What! Expensive? Auntie! Ten thousand Buddhas are at the throne! When you move home and put it in the house, it will be illuminated by the Buddha's light. You always eat fast and chant Buddha. How about giving you a discount of two hundred yuan?"

"I'll take a discount of five hundred."

The guy probably hesitated for ten seconds, then took out a pair of tears and bleeding, and said sadly: "Seeing that you are always sincere to the Buddha, today I will go all out, lose money and sell it to you." You, if you ever become a Buddha, don't forget me, just get me some kind of messenger."

This guy seems to have read Journey to the West. Monk Sha and Zhu Bajie were both messengers in the end, so he was thinking about it.

The buyer happily pays.

"Auntie went back to promote our stall. If relatives and friends want to buy flowers, they can get them from us. If the deal is made, we will give you an introduction fee."

"Okay! I'll definitely bring someone here for you. The young man is not bad. The one who talks the same thing is that your clothes don't match."

Zhao Gang looked at Wan Feng: "Where did you get such a guy, who is more crap than you."

"Brother Zhao! Go out and buy this kid some decent clothes and a pair of padded leather shoes."

Since this guy likes to fool around, he must have matching outfits, how can he fool people by wearing dirty and tattered clothes.

When Zhao Gang went out to buy an outfit for this product, Wan Feng was dumbfounded that this product turned into several deals, and the prices were all [-] or [-]% higher.

Although this guy is full of nonsense, the people who bought the flowers didn't seem to have much research on Clivia, and they were taken aback by him anyway.

Too bad to be a liar.

Wan Feng let out a sigh

If this guy becomes a liar, how many people will he have to deceive?

Zhao Gang bought back a suit, a new down jacket, and a pair of cotton leather shoes.

"Little thief, come here and change into this set of clothes." Wan Feng called the little thief who was enjoying himself.

"For me? Great, I have new clothes to wear." This guy was overjoyed like a child about to wear new clothes for the New Year.

"Brother! Do I save it for the New Year's trip?"

"Your sister for the Chinese New Year! Put it on now, and sell flowers to my brother well. Don't talk about new clothes for the Chinese New Year, I will even buy you a bicycle."

"Okay!" The young man put on his new clothes in a hurry.

"Brother! How is it? Brother, am I considered a good-looking talent?"

This guy really doesn't treat himself as an outsider, so he started to call Wan Feng brothers and sisters with such kung fu.

However, this product is indeed a little handsome when it is packed.

"Should I say your name this time?"

"Hey, bro, my name doesn't sound very nice, so you can make do with it. My first name is Chen Tianchui, and my nickname is Hammer."

This name is indeed a bit weird, it's nothing more than your nickname, but what the hell is your nickname Hammer?If you go to Bashu, you won't be laughed off by Sichuan people!

"I said hammer, do it well, you will have infinite surprises if you hang out with brother."

Wan Feng patted the box of ginseng cigarettes on his body into Chen Tianchui's hand.

"Brother! Don't worry, I promise I won't let you down.

This morning, because of Chen Tianchui's appearance, the stock was out of stock for the first time. Yang Jianguo and the others obviously couldn't keep up with the speed of this flicker.

For the first time, when it was ten o'clock and three people, there was nothing wrong with it.



(End of this chapter)