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    After feeding twenty or thirty kilograms of cat food to the cats and dogs in this neighborhood, Wang Jianren finally felt the long-lost so-called sense of fulfillment after hard work.  Read the full text of the latest chapter.  For more latest chapters visit: www.  Today, the fifty yuan can be regarded as earned in a dignified way, and the rest is all time to move towards the great ideal.

    But the ideal first step is to eat enough.  Wang Jianren regretted not saving the roast duck and snacks for lunch. When he sent the pot of cat food to the roof, Fatty Mu's door was always locked. Obviously he didn't want others to disturb him.  Ren was too embarrassed to come to the door to bother me and asked if he could give me some roast duck snacks.  Fortunately, we now have a strong economic foundation to back us up. It doesn¡¯t matter if we miss the packed lunch time at the roadside stall at the corner of the street. We can go to the small supermarket across the alley downstairs and buy a few packs of instant noodles, ham and sausage and put them together to make a hearty meal.  Feast.

    It is also the kind of small-property housing built by farmers on their own land. Although the small building across the alley is not as spacious and majestic as the one where Wang Jianren lives, it is obviously much more business-savvy. The row of ground floors facing the street  The shop facade was built, and one of them opened this small supermarket. The fifty or sixty square meter shop has everything you need, which can basically meet the daily needs of this area.  The owner of the supermarket is a fat lady named Zhou. In Wang Jianren's impression, she has been here unshakable for 365 days a year. It seems that she has become one with her own industry. The supermarket's  There is always a table of mahjong at the door that is even more immobile than this fat lady.

    "I will kill his ancestors every day, and this old man has started again."

    Wang Jianren was choosing delicious food in the supermarket, and when he was about to go to the checkout counter to pay, the fat lady wearing a woolen coat who was standing guard inside cursed fiercely.  Wang Jianren was stunned and looked around to see that there was no one else in the supermarket. However, he heard an aunt playing mahjong outside complaining: "It's just that every day after dinner, he poops there and it makes a lot of noise. Who can tell him to stop?"  Pull it."

    Listening to the squeaking erhu sound coming from not far away, Wang Jianren realized that these old ladies were complaining about the lame old man playing the erhu in the drug store next to him.  The old man was lame on one leg and had difficulty moving. Apart from watching TV, he only had fun playing the erhu every day. Wang Jianren could often be heard when he passed by.  In fact, the old man's Erhu level is quite good. Of course, Wang Jianren's level of cultivation cannot tell how high his artistic level is, but a few familiar tunes such as Erquan Yingyue Horse Racing and the like sound like the rhythm of the tunes on TV  They're all the same. If you didn't look at them, you'd think someone was playing D.  Wang Jianren remembered that two foreigners who were passing by were attracted by the sound last time and took pictures with the old man's cell phone camera. The old man immediately called out to his granddaughter and gave him a large instrument from behind that was almost as big as a cello.  No. 1 came out and played a piece of erhu, which attracted the two foreigners to take photos with great joy. They extended their thumbs up and praised the performance. The old man returned the favor with his fists triumphantly, as if he had won glory for China's five thousand years of splendid culture.  (advertise)

    With this past incident, Wang Jianren had a kind of national hero-like admiration for the old man. At least he couldn't think of anything about himself that could make a few foreign big noses admire him, so he couldn't help but say something at this time.  He complained for the old man: "This is art. You aunts who only know how to dance square dances and sing popular songs don't understand it, so don't talk nonsense."

    "You know your artistic personality." The fat aunt glared, and the murderous aura of a senior female man was revealed.

    Wang Jianren was about to retort when suddenly the fat aunt's tense face relaxed and she smiled like a Maitreya Buddha and looked outside: "Jiajia, are you here to buy something? Are you good in class today? Have you finished the homework assigned by the teacher?  No?"

    Wang Jianren turned around and saw Wei Jiajia walking in with an empty plastic bag. He said hello to the aunties playing mahjong at the door and the fat lady at the cashier with a straight face: "Hello, Aunt Zhang, Li  Hello Auntie, Hello Auntie Hu, Hello Auntie Zhou"

    "Hello, Jiajia. Oh, you are so good."

    "Jiajia is so good. Are you here to buy something again today? Did you buy a lot? Can you carry it yourself? If you can't, let that little Wang help you carry it."

    The aunts at the door either never took their eyes off the mahjong in their hands, or just took a quick glance, and helped Wei Jiajia arrange the aftermath. The fat aunt at the cashier even dropped her hair and left.  He came out and touched Wei Jiajia's mushroom head, preparing to help her pick up things that were out of reach on the shelves.

    "Hey, can you pay me here first?" Wang Jianren was a little unhappy when he saw that he was left aside.  For Wei Jiajia, a little girl who looks like a cartoon doll and is very pitiful, the neighborhood aunts around her seem to have a lot of motherly love, especially those whose children go out to work and live alone with their wives.  She regards her as her granddaughterLook, among them is the fat lady who is the incarnation of this supermarket.  The fat lady's face that was full of anger when she faced Wang Jianren just now was now full of kindness and kindness. She put everything Wei Jiajia wanted into a plastic bag one by one and took it over, ignoring Wang Jianren who was standing in front.  First, scan the barcode for Wei Jiajia's things.

    An old woman at the mahjong table outside finally touched herself first. She raised her head and looked at the large bag of things and then complained: "I said Director Zhao is really lazy. He always makes Jiajia so small."  The 'girl' comes to buy a big bag of stuff."

    "Director Zhao is very busy. He has to deal with so many official duties every day, catch bad guys, maintain public order, etc., and there is no woman in the family to take care of the housework. He is really a good cadre of the party. Hey, why?  Another 'chicken'?" The tone of the lady who typed "chicken" one after another was full of admiration for the cadres in the system.

    "He has a lot of things to do and is just lazy. Jiajia is really wronged to live with him." The fat lady has been with Zhao Fei in this alley for more than ten years and is immune to the intimidating aura of the boss.  He still has enough qualifications to recount his dark history, he said while scanning the barcode.  "Don't think that guy is a good guy just because he's wearing a skin. I've known him for more than ten years and yet I still don't know? He used to be a gangster. He fought everywhere all day long and even ran into some dark Internet cafe. He was always fighting with others.  A random woman is fooling around. Whose girl is willing to follow him? I don¡¯t know why she became a policeman after running away"

    "It must be related. What doesn't matter these days? I became the deputy director in my thirties. The relationship behind this is quite strong. Oh, I've touched it!" The aunt who has 'touched' herself  He jubilantly put down the cards, turned to Wei Jiajia and told Wei Jiajia "reads".  "Jiajia, please don't tell your uncle about the casual chats between our aunties."

    "Jiajia doesn't know that. Jiajia is very well-behaved." The fat lady didn't seem worried at all, as she 'touched' Wei Jiajia's mushroom head.  Wei Jiajia kept a straight face and didn't answer. She just looked around in front of the cashier. Suddenly she grabbed two boxes of Durex, looked at them in her hands, and then asked, "Why are they all orange flavored? No watermelon flavored ones? I want one box."  Watermelon flavored.¡±

    The fat lady¡¯s expression and movements suddenly froze, and she stayed there for two seconds before she hurriedly shouted: ¡°Jiajia, what do you want? Put it down, put it down! That¡¯s not chewing gum.¡±

    Wei Jiajia had no expression on her face and answered calmly: "I know these are condoms. My uncle asked me to buy a box of watermelon flavored ones. Last time, my sister said she didn't like orange flavored ones but liked watermelon flavored ones."

    The fat lady was stunned for another two or three seconds, then she put the things in her hands on the table, walked out of the supermarket quickly and cursed at the top of her lungs at the dilapidated building not far away: "The surname is Zhao.  You shameless bastard, you let a six- or seven-year-old girl buy condoms for you, why don't you die? Do you still have the nerve to wear a policeman's skin? You spend all your time hanging out with some rag-tag guys.  'If you don't want to avoid children, why do you use condoms? You put your shameless skin in your crotch and use it"

    The fat lady's voice was really full of power and reverberated throughout the world. It was no less than the sound of a square dance with the resonance echoing in the surrounding rooms. Moreover, the wording of her sentences was extremely vicious, vicious and vile, even in the games she often posted on the forum.  When scolding others, it can be said that Wang Jianren, who has a lot of experience in the vast world of the Internet, has his eyesight opened and feels enlightened.

    The fat lady¡¯s scolding lasted for nearly a minute before she was dragged back by the mahjong ladies.  Many neighbors had heard the sound and came to watch the excitement. Even the lame old man from the drug store next to him stopped playing his erhu and moved to the door with his crutches to look around. But inside the building  Director Zhao never showed up to challenge, which disappointed the audience.  Judging from the fat lady's volume, as long as she wasn't deaf, there was no way she wouldn't have heard her.

    However, Wang Jianren was somewhat aware of Zhao Fei's non-appearance. Regardless of whether the director cared about it, standing up to scold such a lady or simply coming over to smash up the store would be a bit too low. At least it would be damaging.  His image as a master in Wang Jianren's mind.  Even if you really want to argue, you can just tell a few gangsters to come to this store to steal some things and cause trouble Of course, this is also considered a loss of points, but the wording of the fat lady's curse just now  It was indeed a bit sharp and vicious. At least Wang Jianren asked himself that he would never be able to bear such a tone after being scolded like this in front of many neighbors.

    The fat lady who turned back to the supermarket looked at Wei Jiajia with her eyes full of love and pity again, tears sparkling in her old eyes, and said to Wei Jiajia very earnestly: "Jiajia, be good, what will uncle want you to buy in the future?"  Strange things, if you want to talk to a bad sister about any weird things, just ignore him, he is a bad person. Do you understand?"

    ¡°Auntie, don¡¯t be angry, I bought this for my own use.¡± Wei Jiajia finally found a box of watermelon flavored Du Lei from the shelf.?Hold it in your hand.

    Seeing the fat lady's face turn green again, Wang Jianren finally couldn't help it anymore, he laughed, squatted down and patted Wei Jiajia's shoulder and said sincerely: "Jiajia, when you can use this in the future,  You know that everything tastes almost the same"

    Before he finished speaking, Wang Jianren saw from the corner of his eye that the fat lady next to him suddenly flew up and kicked her.  This kick should have been aimed at his face, but the fat lady's angry attack was not accurate and she only hit Wang Jianren's shoulder hard.  The fat lady's feet were made of soft-soled sandals, and the contact surface was soft. Wang Jianren didn't feel much pain, but the force was really strong. He directly kicked the squatting man to the side, which happened to be the entrance of the supermarket next to him.  On the steps, he turned into a gourd and rolled out of the supermarket. He fell in front of the mahjong table outside and bumped into the foot of an aunt's chair before stopping.

    Wang Jianren, who was disgraced from the fall, had just stood up, full of anger and was about to go forward to seek justice, but he saw the fat lady who seemed to be even angrier than him, turning around to pick up the water bottle, her eyes full of madness and her mouth full of words.  He muttered angrily: "*You two stinky hooligans, I won't burn you to death"

    With the nature of this old-school female man, Wang Jianren has no doubt that as long as he dares to rush forward or stand still, he will be greeted by a bottle of boiling water. He quickly turns around and runs away. After running a few steps,  Suddenly he realized that he was still holding a plastic bag in his hand, which contained the instant noodles and ham sausage that he had not paid for just now, and he immediately ran faster.

    ps: Ah, I actually forgot to recommend the link next to the fan work "Elegy of the Dragon Wings of Seraph". It is a very well written DD background western fantasy. I have completed Baldur's Gate fifty times in various postures.  For me, this type of work is what I love to read the most. Unfortunately, the night-time Lolita's "The Legend of the Heroes of Victory" only has the beginning
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