Strongest Worker

"What?" Caiyun glanced at the box in Qian Liming's hand and asked carelessly.

"Open it and have a look." Qian Liming said with a smile.

Carrying Yu's hand, he wound a strand of hair behind his ear, and Caiyun turned and walked away: "No."

"Hey, Caiyun..." Qian Liming followed a few steps, but Caiyun ignored it and went out directly with a basin.

Qian Liming shook his head reluctantly, sighed, turned back and sat down in a chair, looking disappointed.

When Li Qing saw Qian Liming's shriveled face, he kept laughing regardless of Feng Yucheng's iron green face.

Feng Yucheng's voice was low and a little scary: "have you had enough? It's time to get down to business."

"Ah, well, well, let's get down to business." master Deng coughed and quickly turned off the topic. He picked up a roll of map, held one side with Wenyang, and started slowly.

Qian Liming came over, glanced at the map, and then pointed to a position: "It's here. I've arranged for someone to check it. I haven't brought back any news yet. However, according to the current understanding, this is a residential area, which is inhabited by many foreigners who come to Longxi to search for gold. Most of them do some hard-working business. Ram is not easy to arouse suspicion there."

Feng Yucheng stared at the map. After a while, he looked up at Li Qing: "the longer it takes, the more trouble it will be. I suggest starting immediately."

"Wait a minute, there are other things." Li Qing said in a deep voice and looked at master Deng quietly. "Don't go out today."

Qian Liming couldn't help asking, "what's the matter? Nervous?"

Li Qing took a look at Qian Liming. Caiyun happened to enter the house and said, "that's it. We'll talk about it in the afternoon."

The others stopped asking and dispersed. Master Deng squeezed his eyes at Feng Yucheng, and then pulled him out alone. Obviously, there was something special to tell him. Li Qing knew it and didn't stop him.

But after Caiyun entered the house, he said angrily, "what? What can't you say in front of me?"

"That's not what I meant." Li Qing smiled and explained with a little guilty conscience, "I've lived here for so many days. You should know our ways roughly. You don't want to make trouble for you."

Caiyun snorted, chuckled and ignored people, which made Li Qing shake his head and smile bitterly.

More than ten minutes later, Feng Yucheng turned back and looked a little ugly. He asked Caiyun, "girl, do you have any cigarettes?"

"Ah, with Grandpa's cut tobacco, you have to smoke yourself." Caiyun wiped his wet little hand and turned to see feng Yucheng, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"OK."

Seeing Feng Yucheng nodding, Caiyun went to the shelf, took out a bag of cut tobacco, smoked a stack of cigarette paper, turned back and handed it to Feng Yucheng: "we have local cigarettes here. People outside are not used to smoking. It's easy to feel dizzy and have a stomachache. Try less."

"Thank you." Feng Yucheng picked up the things and sat directly opposite Li Qing. He first picked up some cut tobacco and stuffed it into his mouth to chew it gently. Then he couldn't help nodding and began to smoke.

Seeing that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the two, Caiyun urged, "say something quickly, then get up and wash your face, and have dinner later."

"HMM." Li Qing responded and hesitated for a while before tentatively asking, "Lao Feng, master Deng told you?"

"Yes." Feng Yucheng stuffed the rolled soil smoke into his mouth and took out the lighter to light it. "What do you think? Is his words reliable?"

"You should know Yang Xun's temperament..." Li Qing was interrupted by Feng Yucheng when he was just halfway through his speech.

"Since you believe him, I have nothing to say." Feng Yucheng said and turned away.

Caiyun arranged for several people to have breakfast. He said he wanted to go to zhaidong to look after Zhaxi's father, leaving Li Qing and Wen Yang sitting together with big eyes and small eyes. He felt quite bored.

Qian Liming went out to recuperate the mercenaries he had brought. He came back arrogantly and whispered with Mr. Deng. Lao Feng sat outside in the sun and smoked. The Qin Wu Dynasty was originally a restless role. Even if Li Qing had orders in advance, he still didn't know where to go after a while.

Caiyun didn't come back at noon, but the women in the east of the village sent a basket of dry cakes, which can be regarded as lunch for several people. Dry cakes are the characteristic food of the Hakka people in Longxi. They are baked with flour and meat. At first, they are just for the convenience of hunters entering the mountain to bring food. Later, they have evolved into a common staple food in the local area. Li Qing doesn't think the taste is too bad and doesn't feel hungry I ate a little.

Qian Liming's tin cans came in handy again. He was crowded with Deng Shi and ate with relish with dry cakes. Wen Yangye was used to eating too much bitter when he was a child, but he didn't feel bad about things.

After eating, master Deng drank hot water and leaned on the mat to relieve his fatigue. He chatted with Qian Liming again, looked at his watch, looked at Li Qing, got up and went out silently.

"Elder brother, why do I think the atmosphere today is not right?" Wen Yang blinked and looked at Li Qing with a puzzled face.

"You eat less, it's hard to digest." Li Qing glanced at Wen Yang, and then leaned back lazily. "Remember, no matter who you see in a while, you'll be stable. Don't be impatient."

"Well, I see." Wen Yang nodded and struggled to bite the hard dry cake in his hand, showing his teeth with fatigue.

"Coming." when master Deng rushed into the room, Qian Liming got up in fear, stretched his neck and asked, "who? Who's coming?"

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Xun flashed into the room. Wen Yang stared round in an instant, raised his hand and threw out half of the dry cake in his hand. He was already good at playing concealed weapons. The dry cake was really hard. He immediately took a dark wind and went straight to Yang Xun's face.

"Wen Yang!" Li Qing stretched out his hand and pulled it. Stunned, he didn't catch Wen Yang. Seeing him jump up, he rushed directly to Yang Xun.

Yang Xun raised his hand and took the half of the dry cake in his hand. Before he could speak, Wen Yang fell to the ground. The two broke the door, rolled over into the yard and wrestled together.

"My grass!" master Deng, standing at the door, trembled, instinctively shrank back and directly retreated to the corner, "Wenyang! What about you!"

Wen Yang was light. Yang Xun pulled his arm, picked up Wen Yang and fell out. He knocked down the fence and rolled for several times to stop his body. When he got up, Wen Yang was suddenly angry. He reached into his pocket, took out a handful of coins and embedded them in his fingers. With a kick under his feet, he rushed to Yang Xun, hit him on the face, and ran to break his face for Yang Xun.

Li Qing stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and shouted at the door: "Lao Feng!"

After listening to Li Qing's words, Feng Yucheng took it easy to pinch the cigarette. He got up and came to them. He raised his feet to hook Wen Yang's belly and picked him aside.

"Lieutenant, he..." Wen Yang panted, unconvinced on his face.

"Go inside." Feng Yucheng glanced at Wen Yang and said in a cold voice.

After biting his teeth, Wen Yang snorted coldly, picked up half a dirty cake on the ground, took it in his mouth, and turned back to the house.

"That's how you stabilize me?" Li Qing glared at Wen Yang, then pointed to one side of the chair, "sit down honestly and don't make trouble for me."

Feng Yucheng settled the short dispute and didn't go to see Yang Xun. He followed Wen Yang into the house, pulled a chair and sat down.

Master Deng looked out the door, stepped out and reached out to help Yang Xun. The latter did not seem to appreciate it. He got up and patted the dust on his body, leaving Deng Shi to one side.

With embarrassment on his face, master Deng simply stood in the yard, crossed his waist and shouted, "Qin Wu Dynasty! Qin Wu Dynasty! Where are you dead!"

"Ah! Here we go!" Qin WuChao, who was squatting in the shade of a tree playing cards with several mercenaries, stretched his neck and said, "brothers, I have something to do today. I'll play another day."

"No, play a little longer. You can't just want to leave after winning the money," shouted a mercenary with a big beard.

"No, it's really something today." Qin Wu Dynasty threw down the card, grabbed the stack of money at his feet and wanted to go. The bearded mercenary next to him raised his hand and pulled his clothes: "brother, don't be so boring. You can't play."

Qin WuChao was worried. The next moment he earned: "I said I had something to do today. Loosen up."

Breaking away from his beard's hand, Qin WuChao took two steps forward and suddenly felt something wrong. As soon as he turned back, he met the ferocious eyes of the card friends. At the same time, he straightened out under his clothes and fell out dozens of cards.

"Hey, hey, hey." Qin Wu Dynasty scratched his head and smiled, pretending to be confused. "What's going on? It's strange. What's going on..."

"What's the matter? You ask me, I still want to ask you!" the bearded mercenary narrowed his eyes slightly, bowed himself and climbed to the foot of Qin Wu Dynasty, picked up two cards and looked up at Qin Wu Dynasty. "Brother, I said you are so lucky today. You're cheating."

Qin Wu Dynasty gasped: "you're not right. I don't believe my character, brother. I just carried a few cards in my arms when I was drawing cards. I'm used to it. Let's talk about it another day. I have something to do today. I'll be busy first..."

He raised his feet and wanted to go. The bearded mercenary grabbed his calf, pulled the Qin and Wu dynasties back, raised the card face in his hand, and sneered: "a king, brother, you think I'm out of my mind?"

"Shit, it's hard." Qin WuChao threw the money to the ground, "here you are, all of you!"

With these words, Qin Wu Dynasty lifted his feet, shook off the wrist of the bearded mercenary, and hurried away.

The bearded mercenary grabbed the bill in his hand, turned and shook it at the others: "brothers, money!"

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