80s Taoism

"Ah, two bowls of dumplings." Zhang Manyin still reluctantly sat down. Prices are rising fast. Last year, dumplings that were only two cents per bowl are three cents per bowl this year. Every farmer earns less than 30 cents a day on average for each way of making money. Zhang Manyin was really reluctant to eat six hairs at once. Originally planned to buy two buns for the bidders, one for a dime, for only two dimes. It's not that Zhang Manyin is reluctant, it is really hard to make money. Today, I spent dozens of yuan to buy seeds, and then I have to buy fertilizers and pesticides. These things are all extremely expensive. I had a night with my mother-in-law last night. This year's fertilizer money is still a little bit short. When are you going to grab a few chickens and sell them on the street?

There are not many people who come to the street to shop and eat dumplings. The same kid who followed the adults to buy things on the street, stared at Zhang Jiaohua, but unfortunately he was pulled tightly by the adults and walked away step by step.

The owner of the dumpling restaurant quickly brought two bowls of dumplings. The dumplings were all well-counted, twelve in total. Zhang Manyin scooped two from the bowl and put them in the bowl of Zhang Jiaohua. When Zhang Jiaohua looked at him strangely, he murmured, "I have a bad appetite today. Anything left is wasted."

Zhang Jiaohua didn't think too much about the truth of Zhang Manyin's words. Anyway, his current appetite is very big, let alone eating two more, even if the two bowls are added together, it may not be able to completely fill his stomach.

Zhang Manyin may still be remembering the last time he ate dumplings on the street. After thinking about it, the two brothers with Lian and Youping came to the street to eat them once. At that time, the family was even poorer and couldn't even have enough to eat. How could you be willing to eat dumplings on the street?

The dumplings are stuffed with meat, and there are more chopped green onions than meat, but the chopped green onions are very fragrant. The soup for dumplings uses bone broth stewed from big bones. Slightly milky white. The soup is faintly oily. It tastes really good.

Zhang Jiao spent a couple of bites and ate a bowl of warm dumplings with the soup into his stomach, and sat aside when he finished eating.

At this time, three young guys with a little oil and little funny entered the dumpling restaurant. All three of them have curly hair, which is the standard hairstyle for second-rate men these days. These three people seem to have some problems with their feet. All limped. In fact, these three people have some overlap with Zhang Biaohua. It can be said that Zhang Biaohua couldn't see a few of them last time. They were just the three second-rate men who stole the wine from the Huajia family at the time of New Year's Eve.

"Boss, here are three bowls of dumplings." Sun Dinggui was the least slanderous of the three. Just as he walked into the dumpling restaurant and sat down, he patted the table vigorously.

"Wait a minute, I'll be here soon." The owner of the dumpling restaurant showed a bitter expression on his face. As soon as these three plague gods came, they would run away from their business, for fear that they would even lose some money. However, this kind of people who live with their heads on their heads can't afford to offend them. The owner of the dumpling restaurant can only deal with it carefully.

Zhang Manyin glanced at the three of them, and quickly whispered to Zhang Jiaohua, "Don't look at these people."

Zhang Jiaohua nodded.

Zhang Manyin quickly increased the speed of eating dumplings.

The Golden Tigers have been focusing on them since the three second-liuzi entered the dumpling restaurant.

"Brother Gui, did you feel a cold wind when you came in?" Li Fading shuddered suddenly.

"It may be that this house is relatively cloudy." Yuan Renqiang also felt a sigh of cold coming over him.

Sun Dinggui smiled, "You two are not good at all. What kind of cold? Why didn't I feel it?"

Seeing Zhang Jiaohua's two poles standing beside their table, Li Dinggui became interested, "Sun ball. Two mud legs have also ran over to the restaurant."

Sun Dinggui walked over and prepared to hook the pole down with his feet, and then the pole might fall on Zhang Jiaohua or Zhang Manyin.

But to his surprise, he hooked it lightly, and the pole did not fall and remained motionless, but instead overturned himself. Originally, his legs and feet were a little inconvenient, but suddenly such an accident directly put him in an ugly posture.

Sun Dinggui fell and sat on the ground in a daze.

Li Fading and Yuan Renqiang hurriedly ran to help Li Dinggui, "Brother Gui, are you tripped by this mud leg?"

Sun Dinggui didn't understand what was going on, but he nodded, "They must have tripped him."

"Okay, you dare to give your brother a black foot. You can't let this matter go today!" Yuan Renqiang grabbed the pole. Who knew that the pole was out of control when it was in his hand. The pole was raised high, drawing an arc in the air. Line, and then slammed it directly on the head of Li Fading beside him. Li Fa was hit **** the top of his head, and immediately fell straight to the ground.

Yuan Renqiang was so frightened that he wanted to talk about throwing away the pole. Who knew that the pole was not under his control at all. He took another look on the side of Ling, and also came on the head of Sun Dinggui who was still rubbing his butt~www.wuxiahere. com~Sun Dinggui looked at Yuan Renqiang very suspiciously, and also fell down, but fortunately, there was a Li Fa underneath, who was not hurt again.

Yuan Rengui was like seeing a ghost. The pole in his hand was finally thrown off by him, but the pole flew to the roof. After a bounce on the roof, it hit him exactly on top of the head.

Cang Dang!

Yuan Rengui also lay straight on Sun Dinggui and Li Fading.

Zhang Manyin watched everything happen dumbfounded. The owner of the dumpling restaurant was also stunned with a bowl of dumplings in his hand.

Zhang Jiaohua giggled as he looked at it, only he knew that the golden tigers were doing all this. But these people really deserve it.

Zhang Manyin quickly counted six cents from his pocket, picked up the pole, picked up the things, and hurried outside while pulling Zhang Huahua.

"Hurry up. Hurry up." Zhang Manyin was a little flustered. Although it has nothing to do with him, but this kind of thing is stuck, how can I say it clearly?

"I have to go to Grandpa Luo's house." Zhang Jiaohua said.

"Don't go today. In case..." Zhang Manyin was a little worried.

"It's okay. They do it by themselves, and it's not our business. Uncle Rob is still the police station. If these bad guys dare to go, let Rob be caught and go to jail." Zhang Jiaohua was not worried. If these three guys dare to come, there will be Jinhu and the others to deal with them.

The two walked fast. As they walked, Zhang Manyin looked back from time to time to see if the guys had caught up.

When he walked near Luo Yongming's house, Lao Xiao's fried dough stick exuded a strong fragrance of sesame oil. It caused Zhang Jiaohua to growl again.

"Hurry up, put things down later, and we'll rush back." Zhang Manyin felt that he could not stay on the street for too long, so as not to have long nights and dreams. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)