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Chapter 45: Experts in the Folk

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    Hearing Lao Huang's shout, my scalp tingled for a while. This is a terrible thing, and there is no delay.

    He rushed out of the office quickly, without even picking up the mobile phone on the table.  Rushing to the construction site, there was a group of workers downstairs, most of whom were waiting to get off work.

    I hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, Lao Han sat in the middle of the crowd with a pale face, he was pinching his toes, his mouth crooked as if he had been wrung by pliers.

    "What's the matter, go to the hospital quickly!" I said, squatting beside Lao Han, and touched my pocket, and I relied on it. I forgot to bring my mobile phone, and I couldn't dial 120.

    "Feng Gong, it doesn't matter, there is no need to go to the hospital!"

    Lao Han smiled embarrassingly as he said that. He looked embarrassed, as if he was apologizing for his carelessness.

    "How can I do that? Be sure to check and check!"

    "It's really not necessary. My life is hard. I fell from the sixth floor back then without any damage. What can I do to me!" Old Han said in a self-deprecating manner, and I knew he was trying to hide his embarrassment.

    "Are you all right?" I couldn't believe it. Falling from a height of more than ten meters is really as easy as he said?

    "It's okay, how about you look!"

    As Lao Han said, he got up from the ground with a grunt, and he jumped a few times in front of me, as if there was really no major problem.

    "Okay, it's best to be fine, when I go back and get my phone, let's go out to eat!"

    I sent the onlookers away, and took the old Han toward my office.

    After Old Han entered the office, he sat down on my chair, sweating profusely.

    "Feng Gong, give me a cigarette!"

    I hurriedly took out half a box of King Furong from my pocket and stuffed it in Lao Han's hand.

    Lao Han took out a cigarette and lit himself tremblingly. He didn't light the lighter several times.

    "Feng Gong, I have caused you trouble!" After lighting his cigarette, Lao Han took two deep puffs, bowed his head and apologized to me.

    "What's the point? It's not easy for everyone to come out and earn money. You must pay attention to safety. There are so many people waiting at home. If something happens to you, what will your family do?"

    I know it's not appropriate to say these words to Lao Han at this time, but I have to say it again.

    "Cough-cough-cough" After Lao Han coughed a series of times, he said in a deep voice: "There is no one at home"

    I was speechless for a moment. I didn't know how to continue this sentence, so I could only light a cigarette for myself in silence.

    "Then you have to take care of yourself!" I looked up at Lao Han who was sitting on the stool, and said, "It's time to get off work, let's go eat!"

    Without giving Lao Han a chance to shirk, I picked up my phone and walked towards the door.

    Lao Han seemed to want to say something, but he was in a hurry, so he didn't speak.

    After leaving the construction site, we took a taxi and drove towards Cuihua Road.

    There is a private hot pot restaurant that opened last year on Cuihua Road. I have been urging Guo Dong to eat with me, but there is always no chance.  Xin went to taste it.

    He and Lao Han found a table at the innermost place of the hot pot restaurant. After ordering, the waiter quickly brought up two bottles of Qingdao Jiudu.

    "Brother Han, let's go!"

    As I said, I raised my bottle, and Lao Han touched me very heartily.

    "Feng Gong, you are a man of culture, can you please write a letter for me?" Old Han said with red eyes after finishing a glass of wine.

    "No problem, what a big deal!"

    "I'll just say a few words, and then I'll put it down." Lao Han took out a piece of white paper from the inside pocket of his jacket, holding a ballpoint pen between his fingers.

    "You say it, I'll write it!" I spread out the paper, not caring about the mocking eyes of a pair of young lovers next to me.

    "Yanyan, please allow me to call you that. I almost left today, and I will never see you again. In this life, I might leave one day. Before I leave, I want to say something from my heart  Zili. In fact, I don¡¯t want to leave you, Lao Gaochuan. But people must have a dream when they are alive. I don¡¯t want to rely on the sky like the dog leftover next door. I left, but I can¡¯t go back again.  If one day I become famous, I will definitely go to you and fold you the most beautiful paper airplane in the world"

    Lao Han said as he touched his eyes, he filled himself up again, and drank it in one gulp.

    "Yanyan, maybe I will never see you again in this lifetime, but please believe that I am a person with dreams.?Han Xian.  "

    After Lao Han finished speaking, he jumped out of his sadness in an instant, put on an embarrassed look, and said with a strong Shaanxi accent: "Feng Gong, I'm sorry for your inconvenience!"

    "Where is the word, this is what it should be. What about the envelope, are you ready?"

    Lao Han reached into the inside of his clothes again, and took out an envelope from inside.  He dictated the address to me. This short but sincere letter was to be sent to Laogaochuan Township, Fugu County, northern Shaanxi. The recipient was He Yanyan.

    The seafood pot I ordered has started to tumbling, Lao Han pushed the whole plate of mutton in front of him into the pot, and said: "This mutton is not good, it is not as authentic as our hometown, I can tell it at a glance."

    Lao Han didn't beat around the bush, he spoke very frankly, and from the beginning to the end he regarded me as a brother who could communicate.

    "In the future, if I have a chance, I will definitely go to your old Gaochuan to eat mutton!"

    "Hey, Feng Gong, if it is possible for me to go back, I will definitely take you there!"

    Lao Han and I wanted to go together, and we were in a good mood, so we could only clink our glasses to express it.

    To be honest, the taste of this hot pot is not very good, but the traffic is huge. I paid special attention to the interval between drinking with Lao Han, and their turnover rate is quite high.

    The two of them didn't eat a lot. Lao Han likes meat, so I specially ordered a few extra plates. Except for the mushroom platter, there were hardly any green vegetables on the table.

    With the tumbling of the seafood pot, Lao Han had drunk too much before he knew it.

    He said with a big tongue: "Feng Gong, to tell you the truth, I have done so many jobs that I can't count them!"

    "For example, is there anything fun?"

    "Tomb robbers, do you know about tomb robbers?"

    How could I not know that in the ancient capital of the thirteen dynasties, how many dead emperors were buried under this land.  In the vast eight-hundred-mile Qinchuan River, a treasure can be dug out with just one head down.  Today's Qianling Mausoleum and Maoling Mausoleum are all protected by the state, but they still can't stop the enthusiasm of the tomb robbers.  If you are lucky, if you dig out a hole, you will be worth millions, and a fool will not do it.

    "Yellow intestines and quicksand tombs are well known. Do you know what Jiudaokeng is?"

    I have never heard of the "Jiudaokeng" mentioned by Lao Han.

    "The so-called Jiudao Pit means that the entire tomb is divided into nine layers. The first layer is often worthless things. A few meters down, there are porcelains, etc., and a few meters down, there are gold and stones.  It is a real coffin, and the mouth of the deceased often has a night pearl, or even a golden seal!"

    Lao Han's voice was not loud, but the young people who were eating hot pot next to him could hear clearly. They looked at Lao Han suspiciously, and the mobile phone hidden under the table had already started calling 110.

    "Feng Gong, I can not only rob tombs, but also martial arts!"

    As Lao Han spoke, he suddenly stood up, put his foot in the hand of the young man who called the police, and the mobile phone flew out from under the table, and fell into the tumbling hot pot with a bang. This mobile phone must be extremely tasty.

    "Lao Han, let's go!" I gave Lao Han a hand, and I was so cowardly, it was true.

    "What are you going to do, run quickly!" Lao Han said as he rushed out of the hot pot restaurant like a gust of wind.

    Let me go, the master is among the people (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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