Chapter 1364: The ninety-five respect, what you eat is leftover from others

Chapter 1364: The Lord of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, what is eaten is leftover from others
Liu Yusheng followed Feng Qingbai and his team left in a blink of an eye for two days.
Feng Moyu was so happy in Xinghua Village that he had forgotten the promise two days ago.
"Uncle Zhiqiu, pick this, this is the biggest, it must be sweet!"
In the roadside melon field, the teenager in the short cloth with a thick cloth holding a big watermelon in his hand looked completely changed from the usual noble image.
Two days ago, she also gave birth to a young man with red lips and white teeth.
With two days of work, Feng Moyu successfully tanned himself into a charcoal head. When he laughed, his row of big white teeth was particularly shiny.
When he was in the big melon field, he immediately found out several heads.
Liu Zhiqiu desperately gesturing here, his eyes glaring, "Why, what are you shouting! Just pick it up and move it into the car! I'm afraid people don't know we steal the melon!"
"Fuck you two groups of goods, can you stop talking? Someone is here! Quickly withdraw!" Xue Qinglian squatted on the top of the carriage and looked at the wind. Seeing that someone was coming from the other side of Guatian, her teeth creaked.
Why did he work with this group of people? You ca n’t even steal a thing, you ca n’t catch up with Dabao and Niuzuo! Shame on him!
As soon as he heard someone, Liu Zhiqiu ran with Feng Moyu holding the melon and ran away. Halfway through, Feng Moyu also leaned over and bent down, holding a sheep in his hand.
On the other side, Dabao and others also ran towards the carriage with their waists.
"Don't run! How many of you guys, come to me to steal melon, this time I caught you and want you to look good! Stop me!" On the other side of the field, two figures rushed over with a and ran, while running curse.
"Everyone said they were stealing melon and still standing for you to catch? Have you ever seen such a stupid thief!" Feng Mo was so proud of himself that he got into the carriage and the carriage immediately galloped forward.
The timing is right.
At Guaidi, the two rushing over saw the carriage and ran away in a blink of an eye. They were so annoyed, "These gangsters, eat melon, eat melon, they have to steal like a thief."
"Looking at the carriage, it must be Xinghua Village. No one else has a carriage except Xinghua Village." Another man was happy, and Shumenshulu found a small cloth bag in the place pressed by the mud on the field. It was quite heavy, "It seems that there are at least half or two silver in it, enough to buy this piece of melon in the field, brother, do you think these gangsters think?"
"Do you want to play?" Said the old man with a smile. "Okay, take the money. These people are not bad for the money, or they wo n’t steal it several times. Play is fun, But I know the difference. Look, a melon in the field is not broken, and it hurts the crop. "
The posture they rushed over just now is frightening. These gangsters did not come to him once or twice in Guadi. They had to steal a few melons each time and left silver money each time.
Their Guadi is on the side of the road. If people passing by are really thirsty, it ’s okay to pick and taste them. The most popular thing is that these kids have been staring from the beginning of Guadi in his family. Now, as soon as the two fists that have grown from playing watermelon are bigger, they start to lose a few from time to time.
The old man didn't understand, so he started to curse his family's melon. What did they steal to do before they knew it? Can you eat it?
"Uncle Lan, you know how to drive the carriage, and the cooperation is so tacit!" In the carriage, Liu Zhiqiu knocked the watermelon bang.
"Ah! I'm a hidden guard, now I've become a driver, I have no face to talk about, you shut up for your uncle!" Wei Lan blackened his face, "Hurry up and open a watermelon and give your uncle a piece!"
Uncle Lan despised himself as a driver, but did not despise himself as a thief.
"Oh, uncle, the biggest piece is for you. Hurry up while you eat and watch the road! Don't rush into the ditch!"
Xue Qinglian slaps the watermelon apart, with one hand, and the whole compartment is full of fragrant fragrance, and laughter comes and goes.
"On such a hot day, you have to eat watermelon to quench your thirst."
"It would be nice if it had been chilled. The melons I ate in the palace were sweet and cold, then they were delicious."
"You little kid knows how to fart, watermelon is sent all the way to the palace, and then it ’s frozen before being eaten. Can it be fresh? Uncle Qiuqiu told you that to eat melon, you have to eat freshly picked from the ground. It ’s authentic. So what ’s so good about being an emperor? In the Ninth Five-Year Plan, everything you eat is leftover.

Feng Moyu, "..." The emperor's food must be tested by the for poisoning.
It is indeed leftovers that others eat.
Blame him?
Is it important to eat or to die?
That's why he likes to come to Xinghua Village.
Liu Zhiqiu and Xue Qinglian both reached out and patted the young man's shoulder, "It's hard for you."
Drawing a corner of his mouth, Feng Moyu burst into a thick sentence in his heart and slammed the watermelon.
Today is the bazaar of Cangwu Town.
Since Qian Wanjin followed the wind and green cypress, the iron triangle of the Liu Family Courtyard was missing a little, and most of the fun was lost. See what can be done.
Take advantage of the pathetic little wind and ink.
In order for Feng Moyu to be able to catch the public, he was specifically asked to put on coarse clothes before going out, so that he would not be slaughtered as a fat sheep at the market.
Even before the carriage entered the town, we could hear the noise from the market inside.
The enthusiasm is full of excitement.
"I didn't expect that Cangwu Town's projectile land was so lively, and the level of prosperity was as good as that of Dazhou City." Feng Moyan half-tucked the curtain of the car, watching the scene outside the carriage, praised.
"Don't look at this place of bullets. When it comes to prosperity, many large cities and towns can't compare." Speaking of Liu Zhiqiu's words, there is pride and honor, "There is a Xinghua Village under the jurisdiction of Cangwu Town, there are six The value created by the distillery has driven the livelihood of the entire town. Now many big businesses are slowly developing to Cangwu Town. You can see that within a few years, the size of Cangwu Town will exceed the county seat. "Xue Qinglian Leaning on the wall of the car, with two hands lazily cushioned behind his head, "Now even the position guarded by Cangwu Town has become a tortoiseshell. I heard that there are many officials, and I tried my best to squeeze here."
Yuan Fengpei's old guy has fished a lot of oil and water here in recent years.
When Xue Qinglian raised his guard, Liu Zhiqiu also thought of Yuan Fengpei.
At that time, the Liu family suffered from accidents. Some people wanted to attack the Liu family while Feng Qingbai was away. At that time, thanks to the release of Yuan Fengpei and the help of the old Mrs. Li family, they were able to escape the other party's investigation and escape from Cangwu Town.
It was also because of that time that Yuan Fengpei's official career was prosperous.
"He is still the guardian of Cangwu Town now." Thinking of the past, Liu Zhiqiu had a rare serious smile on his face. "Originally, the order was down, and he wanted to be transferred to Linxian as a county magistrate, but he refused it. Then The old guy was so fine that he died here and took care of himself. "
(End of this chapter)