The First Order

"Six yuan, you see what I brought to you," Wang Fugui has not yet arrived at the school, and the sound has drifted far away.

Yan Liuyuan opened his eyes in the bed and didn't want to get up.

Xiao Yu sister said while folding her clothes: "Get up six yuan."

"No, I have to sleep for a while!" Yan Liuyuan muttered.

Xiao Yu sister smiled and said: "If you get up 15 minutes a day, you will have more than 90 hours a year, you can use it to do your favorite thing, you think about what you like best?"

Yan Liuyuan thought for a long time and wondered: "My favorite thing is to sleep..."

"Get up," Xiaoyu sister frowned. "It's more angry than your brother!"

Saying that Xiao Yujie opened the bed of Yan Liuyuan, the hot air in the nest was all ran, and Yan Liuyuan could only reluctantly get up.

At this time, it has already entered the winter. In this era, the winter is particularly cold. In the memory of Yan Liuyuan, people in the market town are frozen in the streets every winter, or they are frozen in their own shacks.

The shacks are all set up with branches or iron frames, and they can only be wrapped in rags around them, and they are not blocked at all.

In those years, he and Ren Xiaosu shivered in the shack, and Xiao Xiao could not wait to wrap all their clothes in the summer or winter, all wrapped in Yan Liuyuan, but it was still very cold.

But every time I think about those times, Yan Liuyuan will feel very happy.

He recalled what Xiao Xiao said to him at that time: "Human happiness is not from enjoyment, but from pain. When you suffer from the unbearable moment, you suddenly taste some sweetness and you will want to desperately The life is gone, the sweetness may not be anything to others, but for you at that moment is the greatest happiness."

Sometimes Yan Liuyuan thinks that if Ren Xiaosu was born in a barrier, he might become a philosopher called by Mr. Zhang.

Wang Fugui held the two sweet potatoes in, and he greeted him: "Xiaoyu, you and the six yuan one person, hurry and eat hot."

"Fugui uncle," Yan Liuyuan took over the sweet potato: "You like to eat sweet potatoes so much, every day, cooked sweet potatoes."

Wang Fugui opened his eyes and smiled: "When I was a child, the 107 barriers were famine, and I followed me all the way to escape to the relatives. At that time, it was not so dangerous outside. Once we dug two sweet potatoes in the wild, I baked them. I ate, I thought that baked sweet potatoes were the best things in the world."

Since the last midnight gunshot, Wang Fugui slid in his jacket and wanted to spend money to buy Wang Congyang. Yan Liuyuan’s name for Wang Fugui changed.

Wang Fugui also discovered this change, so he was happy in his heart.

He really likes the two brothers, and he is much better than his stupid son, Wang Dalong. In these years, he watched Xiao Xiao’s struggle with Yan Liuyuan’s struggle, and he really felt that the brothers did not easily.

Wang Fugui watched Li Xiaoyu and Yan Liuyuan eating roasted sweet potatoes. He suddenly looked at the school and sighed: "Mr. Zhang is leaving, we can't teach Mr. in the town."

Yan Liuyuan said indifferently: "What is there? After he came back, he is a teacher."

Zhang Jinglin has been sent away by Luo Wei as a hot potato. The day should be the most sensational day that all the people in the market have seen.

Several transport trucks and off-road vehicles parked at the entrance of the school. The big man named Luo in the barriers was squatting against Zhang Jinglin, like a big **** in a story book.

The emigrants did not expect that Mr. Zhang, who was in the town, had a big chance. He knew that he would not save the tuition at the beginning and sent his children to the school to attend classes.

What if you have a relationship?

Thinking of this, many people have made up their minds to send their children to school. The logic of the displaced people is so simple. They send their children to school not for knowledge, but for "relationships."

But before they even thought about it, Luo Wei sent Zhang Jinglin away that day.

Yan Liuyuan and Xiao Yujie, who lived in the school, were completely ignored by the air. Even after Zhang Jinglin left, Wang Congyang did not come to them again.

But the problem is that although no one is looking for trouble, there are a lot of unfamiliar displaced people at the door, there are fruits selling, there are vegetables for sale, Wang Fugui has seen some of them, workers are factory workers on weekdays, now It seems that I don’t know it.

At this time, Wang Fugui realized that the management of the market by the barriers was not as simple as imagined. It has long been the eyeliner of the barriers after being bought out.

These people are ordinary migrants on weekdays, but once someone in the refugees wants to rebel in tandem or even strike in a joint, they will immediately tell the barriers, who is behind the ghosts.

It is no wonder that the two private strikes that had been struck by two strikes in the past were instantly suppressed.

Wang Fugui wrote these people one by one, and he must not be offended in the future, and he must never tell the truth to others.

The people who stalked at the door were not only the emigrants, but several others seemed to be more fierce than the private ones. Wang Fugui guessed that it was probably the people of the Qing’s consortium.

When it comes to Ren Xiaosu, Wang Fugui frowned. "The factory workers in front of the mountain came back and said that there seemed to be movements. The volcanoes in the mountains broke out, and the whole mountain was covered with dark clouds."

However, Yan Liuyuan is very relaxed: "My brother is definitely fine."

Because, his wish is that he is willing to use his own life to keep Xiao Su safely returning.

He is not dead now, indicating that Ren Xiaosu is all right.

This kind of thing said that Wang Fugui and Xiaoyu sister would not believe it, and Yan Liuyuan would not say his secrets casually.

Wang Fugui thought about it and said: "Also, as the kid of Xiaosu, it will definitely kill the millennium."

However, at this time, Wang Fugui suddenly felt that his back was a little cold. Wang Fugui pressed his heart's doubts and lowered his voice and said to Yan Liuyuan and Xiao Yujie: "You have been careful recently, if you want to leave the market town, then tell me. I will help you find a way. I think these people may not be directed at you, but they are directed at Ren Xiaosu."

Wang Fugui is a personal artist. When he thinks about it, he feels that the people at the door are like a net, waiting for someone to invest in this network.

Zhang Jinglin has been sent away. Who can this target besides Xiao Su?

"They want to arrest Xiao Su? Why?" Xiao Yujie almost exclaimed.

Wang Fugui thought for a long time and suddenly said: "But don't let Xiao Xiao in the mountains and give the team to the barriers?" It is very likely!"

However, the vision is still the imagination of Wang Fugui. Ren Xiaosu is not only a curse for those in the band, but also a curse for the Qing’s consortium...

At this time, Qing Yu, standing on a certain hillside, looked helpless: "When is this special going to go back to the 112 barrier?!"

Xu Wei sighed: "Boss, even you are starting to swear..."

Celebrate: "The people are set to collapse!"

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