Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 913 What Happened

Zheng Song, who was following Wan Feng, was always making mistakes. He never understood why Feng Xing left after hearing Wahou Wan Feng's name?
They obviously didn't know each other before, but why did Feng Xing leave?

This is not like Feng Xing's style at all. Feng Xing was nicknamed Sticky Bean Bao when he was not famous.

The reason why he is called such a name is that this guy is clingy, if anyone offends him at that time, no matter how old your background is, he will follow you with shamelessness.

Aren't you able to fight? If I give you a casual fight, I promise not to fight back. Anyway, you don't dare to beat me to death. Let's see how long you can fight.

Normal people who have the time to spend with him every day, in the end they never exhausted him.

You're out of luck if you haven't consumed him, give me money!If you don't give money, it will be endless.

After a few years, this guy actually made a bit of a name just like that, and three or five of his subordinates followed suit.

This is also the reason why Zheng Song frightened Feng Xing.

But today Feng Xing took the initiative to evacuate!
Isn't this a ghost?Where is the style of sticky bean buns?
Does this cousin who I don't think highly of have any background or ability?
Booth No. [-] on the Pedestrian Street is Xinli's booth, a small half-open tin room.

These tin houses were uniformly made by the Hongya County Government. They are two meters high, three meters long and two meters wide.

At first glance, it looks like a fool's play, and it is suspected of cutting corners.

Xinli's stalls are not limited to No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], No. [-] are also hers. Of course, she is not the only one who is busy, and she also hired a few girls to help her sell clothes.

"Oh! Brother Wan is here. You are a rare visitor now. My sister-in-law hasn't seen you for several years."

"How can it be so long, I went to your house last year, where's the elder brother?"

Xin Li pointed to the market: "It's all at the gate of the elementary school."

"They're all at the gate of the primary school?" Wan Feng asked suspiciously.

"Yes, Xiao Wu and the others are all here."

"Then I'll go take a look."

Wan Feng turned his head and glanced at Zheng Song, he forgot about the pain when his scar healed, and he showed the seven unambiguous and eight indifferent looks.

Wan Feng ignored him and walked towards the market.

This is the first time for him to visit this market in this life. He has been here several times in the last life. He can’t remember the exact year. It was changed to the Great World of Commerce. This market existed for four or five years before it was moved to the Great World of Commerce as a whole.

This street is about 300 meters long, and in the middle is the gate of Hongyan Primary School.

The street is divided into upper and lower parts by the school entrance. The upper part is for selling clothing and cloth, and the lower part is for selling mess.

Xia Qiulong and his brothers occupy half of the river here, and each of them has a small stall selling messy things.

When Hongya started to open the market, Wan Feng suggested that Xia Qiulong wait to rent a stall and set up a stall to accumulate his own original funds.

When Wan Feng asked them to go to Wahou Daji, these cowards actually thought they couldn't go far away from home.

More than 30 miles is also called far away from home?
However, they didn't object to renting a stall in Hongya. After Wan Feng suggested, each of them rented a stall without any hesitation.

I really don't know what they think, if they had opened a stall in the first place, it would be no problem for each of them to have a family of one hundred and eighty thousand.

The things on their stalls are quite miscellaneous, but the main products are still some small electronic products.

For example, tape recorders, tapes, electronic watches, lighters, etc., supplemented by key chain decorations.

The sources of goods are naturally from Wahou Daji, and those small brick recorders are all products of Wanfeng.

The first stall Wan Feng went to was Lu Wu's, who was sitting in an iron shed and playing poker with three young shirtless young men, with three notes stuck on his face.

The note was pasted very artistically, just like Guan Yun's long beard in an opera, and it made a whirring sound when the wind blew.

The three guys were not much better, and each of them had a few strands of paper stuck to their faces, making it look like they were singing an opera.

"How much is the small tape recorder?"

"One hundred and one!" Lu Wu replied without raising his eyes.

"Sell it at fifty?"

"Fifty, who is this? Come to have fun... Brother Wan! I don't think anyone dares to come here to find brother. It's uncomfortable." Lu Wu threw the poker in his hand with a bang.

"Oh, I'm talking about brother, not fifth brother talking about you. You kid is rich now, so don't care about me. I haven't seen you when I go to get goods from you."

Wan Feng took a pack of cigarettes and went over: "I'm going back to Longjiang. It's not like you don't know that even though I came back a few times, I came and went in a hurry. Where's the eldest brother?"

"I was still here just now, where did my kung fu go now, Gang Pao! Where's the big brother?"

Lu Wu yelled at a stall diagonally opposite.

"Go to number one."

Lazy donkeys and lazy horses poop a lot.

Wan Feng turned his head and hooked his fingers to Zheng Song who was standing not far away: "Come here!"

Zheng Song came over slowly.

He has felt bad since he came here. People in Old Hongya know what these guys who sell small department stores in the light industry market used to do, but these people haven't done any messy things these years. They are all focused on making money.

But just know that they don't cause trouble now, but the prestige of the past is still there.

What made Zheng Song dumbfounded was that his cousin seemed to know the people here very well.

"Come here to introduce you, Lu Wu. I won't mention the real name. Most people don't know who it is. You should have heard of the nickname Lu Wu, right?"

Zheng Song was confused, not only had he heard of it, he had heard it too much, but he really didn't know it.

"Fifth brother, my cousin is all connected with my cousin, but my cousin is the kind who needs to be beaten very much. Let your brother get a beating in the alley over there."

Lu Wu was dumbfounded: "Brother, beat your cousin? Is this appropriate?"

"I tell you to beat me up, don't hit your face, don't hit it badly, hit your butt, if it's swollen, it won't affect your walking at all."

"Hey, brother, I listened to you back then. I haven't beaten anyone, gambled or drank for a long time. I'm a good person now. It's inappropriate for you to let me beat someone! I think Liu He is more suitable for this. Let him come."

After finishing speaking, he said to a younger brother: "Go! Call Brother He, and say you are going to beat someone up."

Not more than ten seconds after the younger brother left, Liu He flew over: "Brother Xiaowan is here? He wants to beat someone! Who to beat? Just leave it to me."

Liu He was wearing a vest with two ribs, and was holding a small stool in his hand, with a vicious posture.

It was right to tell them not to fight at the beginning, who would dare to come here to buy things like this.

And Zheng Song was depressed, Liu Hete also came!
What's going on here?
(End of this chapter)