Chapter 517: Angry

As soon as the sky was dawn, everyone was awakened by a sound of thumping sound, especially when they were lying inside the horse rack, they felt like the whole earth was trembling.

After putting on his clothes, he rushed outside and saw the fat man strode away and running in front. Chou Chou behind him was reluctant to leave. Benben and Dudu were also running. However, their speed was far different, but the weight was definitely enough. The sound just now was obviously what they tinkered with.

"Okay, I won't have to get up every morning." Li Qiang muttered, then waved his hand, and several retired soldiers immediately lined up and started running.

Now Benben and Dudu have found the team. They followed Li Qiang and the others. The speed is neither fast nor slow. Occasionally, they can hit the ground with their legs and run two steps twistingly.

Huotou Jun immediately lit two big pots and boiled hot water to everyone to wash. After a while, the fat man came over and shouted: "Cook all the mother-in-law Ding Genzi and drink it--"

While shouting, he accelerated his pace and ran away soon. There was no way, Chou Chou chased him too quickly.

Master Li Liu led a few people to clean up all the mother-in-law Ding Gen that he dug out yesterday, then threw it into a big pot. After cooking for more than ten minutes, the pot began to turn flowers, and the color turned into a light yellow.

"Everyone drinks half a bowl first--" The fat man ran over and shouted again, but when he relaxed a little, he was caught up by Chou Chou. He put his two big claws on his shoulders, and the fat man staggered onto a reed curtain.

A bowl of yellow mother-in-law's water was put into a large bowl. The color looked very good, but it was so bitter that the tongue was numb when it drank it.

When Mr. Li Liu saw Mr. Feng get out of the air, he brought half a bowl over: "Brother, look at his complexion, so drink this first. My mother-in-law Ding is the first bitter vegetable to sprout in spring. Eating all poisons is the life-saving dish for the people."

"Thank you brother for helping me last night." Old Feng took the big bowl, blew up a few breaths, and then started to drink it in big mouthfuls. Although it was bitter, it was a bad thing.

The fat man also got up from the ground and took out two large black pills: "After eating, take the medicine again, it should be fine."

Mr. Feng glared at him and said in his heart: If I hadn't been angry with you yesterday, I would probably have been sick?

But I still took the pills: "Fatty, I figured it out. Today I will go back to Kaoshantun, then go up the mountain, do it yourself, have enough food and clothing, and I don't believe I can't find a natural bonsai that can match your two dragons playing with pearls."

"Hehe, this is the style of a master, but I have a better way. I have thousands of yew seedlings here, so I will just leave them to you. Cultivating bonsai will definitely produce fine products. Otherwise, if you are at your age and your body will be really uneasy." After the fat man said that, he took out two large flower pots behind the horse rack, and each of them was a yew, which was more than one foot tall, and was green and graceful.

"Let's take a look, there are thousands of trees, all of which are similar to this." The fat man finally threw out the bait.

Seeing these two yew trees, Mr. Feng's eyes were immediately attracted, and he ignored what the fat man said. He just circled around the two flower pots and gradually shone light in his eyes.

The fat man didn't bother him. Anyone who did this would be obsessed with it, otherwise he would not have achieved anything.

"Good materials!" Mr. Feng finally raised his face and looked at the fat man: "How did you raise it? You're so full of vitality?"

"Hehe, our big green mountain has good feng shui, which is most suitable for the growth of flowers, plants and trees." The fat man can only attribute this to the mountains.

"If there is such a root material, it may be possible to cultivate excellent bonsai. Fatty, how many such seedlings do you have?"

The fat man scratched his head: "I just said that there are thousands of plants. You have just watched these two yews, but you didn't hear it at all!"

Mr. Feng was stunned at first, then laughed: "Good boy, I've been fooled by you from the beginning!"

"Hehe, we have saplings but not technology, you have saplings but not good materials. We complement each other's advantages and are the best partners." The fat man simply showed up. When Mr. Feng first came, he was full of spirit. If the fat man blindly accommodated him, he would be suppressed by this old man and never think about looking up.

The fat man first slapped his spirit, and then took out the saplings to touch his heart. If the other party refused to cooperate, the fat man could only ask for another skill. Although Kaoshantun needs professional talents, it does not mean that he would lose dignity and equality at the cost.

Because in this old man Feng, the fat man intuitively felt that he was a little disdainful of Kaoshantun and the villagers. If this grudge was not eliminated, the cooperation between the two parties would not be too pleasant.

"How about selling these saplings to me? I'll pay a high price!" Mr. Feng thought for a while and suddenly asked the fat man.

The fat man shook his head and sighed: "Old Feng, I don't think there is any need to continue talking. It's not easy for you to come here for two days. Even if you come to our tour for two days."

To be honest, the fat man was very disappointed and knew that it would be difficult for both sides to reach an agreement.

"If you are traveling, I will go to Guilin, West Lake, and Huangshan, so why bother to come to your small hill!" Mr. Feng's voice rose a few times.

What the fat man didn't want to hear the most was the tone he spoke of "little hills", which contained the superiority of the city people and the disdain for the country people.

Although the fat man sometimes says that Kaoshantun is a small hill, like Old Man Wu and Ye Haibo, everyone can taste the kind of love that comes from the bottom of their hearts, and it is definitely not the same as Old Man Feng.

Although the fat man has always been honest and unwilling to have quarrels with others, this time he couldn't help it: "Hehe, our valley is really too small to accommodate big people like Mr. Feng. After breakfast, please hurry up and invite me!"

Everyone around was also angry and the fat man was angry. This was a bit of anger. I have been in Kaoshantun for several years and I have never seen this guy get angry. It seems that he is really angry now.

Originally, Old Man Wu was a dignified military commander, and he always called everyone a brother when he came to Koshantun. The fat man used to be the vice chairman of the Military Commission, so he had no airs. He sat on the kang with everyone and looked at the small signs. Mr. Feng was a bit too much. It was probably because he was accustomed to have a problem with people. Last night, everyone tried hard to help him treat his illness, and he was called a dog to eat it with his conscience?

There was a crisp sound, and then the bowls of slags on the ground splashed. Master Li Liu angrily threw the two big bowls to the ground and smashed them to pieces: "Mom, I'll feed this bowl of water to the dog!"

When everyone saw that Li Liu's eyebrows were standing up, his faces were flushed red. The ridiculous thigh-glass now became aggressive and angry.

The fat man took a few breaths, and when he saw that everyone was a little angry, he waved his hand: "Let's have dinner first, Mr. Feng is our guest."

At this time, the fat man must suppress the fire, and do not lose the kindness of the rural people, besiege an old man, and make jokes when it is spread.

Everyone dispersed in groups of three or three, and their eyes were cold when they looked at Feng Qiying. People in the mountains were straightforward, and their love and hate were written on their faces. Fatty people were their weather vane. Even the fat people were angry just now, so everyone was so angry.

Mr. Feng suddenly snorted coldly: "If it weren't for the second dragon playing with the pearl, even if the eighth-carrying sedan chair came to invite him, I wouldn't have come."

"Then you'll be in the eighth-carrying sedan chair and go back. I can't pull you, the great god." Ye Haibo suddenly interrupted, threw down a coldly sentence, and then held the fat man's hand: "Brother Fat, let's have a meal."

Ye Haibo is both a brother and a friend of the fat man. Although he usually laughs and laughs, he respects him from the bottom of his heart. This is because Mr. Feng looks down on the fat man, so Ye Haibo is also annoyed.

In a blink of an eye, Feng Qiying was left alone, and he couldn't leave, and he had no shame to go to eat. He was angry and angry: "Fatty, don't think I can't cure you. Believe it or not, I'll say something, you have to send me the second dragon playing pearls to me!"

In recent years, Feng Qiying has made friends with some big names. As long as someone helps to say a word, he can't clean up the mud legs that you eat from the muddy dumps.

"Xiao Yezi, after dinner, hurry up and pull this annoying guy away. Don't ask us to see him again, it will affect our appetite." The fat man scratched his hair twice. If he hadn't seen the other party was too old, the fat man really wanted to make trouble for him. Those tricks to cure people have been useless for a long time, and the fat man was really itchy.

Feng Qiying's villain's face was completely exposed: "Then let's take a look, Ye Haibo, please pull me here, please send me back."

He didn't know Ye Haibo's true identity, and thought he was just a businessman, so he came here to buy eggs, goose eggs, etc., so he simply ordered it.

A trace of anger flashed across Ye Haibo's face, but he soon smiled faintly, shook his head slightly, and did not bother with him.

After drinking two bowls of soup and eating a few big cakes, the fat man's anger had long dissipated: being angry with such a person is a fool.

Everyone put down their chopsticks, gathered together to smoke cigarettes, and then started working. Ye Haibo walked to Feng Qiying's side: "Mr. Feng, you are an unpopular guest here, I think it's better to pull you away as soon as possible."

"I regret this broken place!" Feng Qiying was still angry.

The fat man came over happily: "I have a saying to you that you always want to play with the second dragon. You should give up so that everyone will not be able to get over the face."

Feng Qiying wished he could slap this fat man hard on the face. He was skilled and respected in the Beijing-style bonsai industry. Even some high-ranking officials were polite to him and discussed the knowledge of bonsai. Especially in recent years, after the policies were improved, he was also more valued. He had never been so cowardly.

But the heroes don’t suffer any loss at the moment. They will slowly look for this situation in the future. After making up their minds, Feng Qiying just sneered a few times and then got into the jeep.

The fat man thought about it for a while and got on the car. Anyway, everyone here was full of energy and didn't need him to supervise the worker. He simply went with Ye Haibo to find a potted expert who is truly a master's style.
Chapter completed!