But the old uncle doesn't do it.

"What are you fart?" The old uncle shouted and rushed up, poking his fingers in front of Xiao Zhangtou, "No shit is what my father teaches! If you don't speak, your father will give you a slap in your mouth!"

"What!" Old Zhang also shouted, "His father is standing here!"

Duan Feifan stopped Lao Zhang when his uncle was about to thrust Lao Zhang's head. He raised his hand and took off his shirt, and slammed Lao Zhang's nose hard on the ground.

To get involved in the market, you have to follow the market temperament.

Hands-barred fighting is a kind of temperament, showing the aura of "I will kill you if you don't kill me."

No one here knows how his scar comes from except for the uncle's family. He only knows that he has been in the hospital for several months.

The front and back of this body are all complete, and the fresh scars are the points and the points are the points and the points are the points, which has a stronger shock than a simple shirtless fight.

The atmosphere suddenly became stalemate.

Duan Feifan slowly shook past the old and old men, walked to the back of the enemy team, carried a box of meat, and put it back into Boss Song's car.

"You two go." Duan Ling gave orders to his two cousins.

The two excited followers followed with their arms around and moved all the unloaded beef back into the car together. Everyone was silent throughout the whole process.

"You two get in the car." Duan Feifan said.

After the two children got in the car, he walked back to Lao Zhang's head, was silent for a while before speaking: "Thank you, uncle."

Before Lao Zhang could speak, he turned around and got into the car, poured the car back to the other end of the passage.

"This scar!" The little cousin reached out and patted his back, "It's so cool! How did you do it?"

"Why do you come to your uncle's place and find a knife and I'll take a look at you?" Duan Feifan glanced at him.

My little cousin shrank back.

"Are you two sick?" Duan Feifan cursed, "What are you trying to mess with here? Are you planning to go up and fight with someone!"

"Sister Ling called out, you won't be righteous if you don't come." said my eldest cousin.

"Duan Ling is your ancestors!" Duan Feifan looked at him, "You can provide her with a tablet! She asked you to eat shit and add some candy, right? You won't be righteous if you don't eat it!"

"Brother," the little cousin was unhappy, "Then what do you think we should do? If we come, you will scold me, we won't come and she will scold me!"

"I'll clean up her later." Duan Feifan drove the car back to the road, walked around the side door of the old uncle and stopped, "Get out!"

"Why should we persuade my uncle together?" said the eldest cousin.

"You're thinking about nonsense," Duan Feifan said, "Get back to class!"

When the car drove back to the back of Lao Shu's store, the participants on both sides had already retreated, but Lao Zhang was still standing at the back door and staring at this side.

Boss Song and Xiao Li started unloading the goods, and Duan Ling came over with the clothes that Duan Feifan threw on the ground: "I can't wear them anymore, they are all mud soup..."

"Are you not going to work today?" Duan Feifan interrupted her.

"Go up," Duan Ling glanced at him, took two steps back, and pointed at him, "Don't yell! Try yelling at me!"

"Can you not swear? Are you a fire stick?" Duan Feifan said, "You can just stand there and scold Lao Zhang to the administrator to go to work? The administrator comes around and see if he dares to detain goods?"

"The main reason is that I can't swallow this." The old uncle spoke for his daughter.

"You have to die sooner or later! Are you so anxious?" Duan Feifan said.

"Hey, you boy!" Uncle shouted and slapped him in the arm, "I'm fucking slapping you!"

Duan Ling laughed at the side: "I'm standing there and quarrel with Lao Zhang. You go over and say a few words. Lao Zhang will let you get angry and buried after the administrator goes to work."

"You go to work," the old aunt pushed Duan Ling, took the clothes in her hand, "Let's go..."

"Please have breakfast," Duan Ling looked at Duan Feifan, "My car is outside, and I will take you back to school later."

"Go away!" Duan Feifan said, "I won't go to school today, so I'm taking leave."

After Duan Ling left, Boss Song and Xiao Li unloaded the goods and stood behind the old uncle and chatted with him.

Duan Feifan and the old aunt packed everything in the store.

"Don't you go to school?" asked the old aunt, "Are you no longer going to military training?"

"I'll go to practice today, and I've probably set off now," Duan Feifan said. "I'll stay here for a day. His family is reluctant. Who knows if they will come."

"What his stupid son said," said the old aunt, "Don't go to your heart."

"Don't worry," Duan Feifan said, "I didn't care a few years ago, and now I don't care."

Someone stopped in front of the stall at the door: "Boss, please help me weigh some beef, for stew."

"Here," the old aunt got up, "I'll pick a piece for you."

Duan Feifan stayed in the store for a day. Lao Zhang sat at the door to eat at noon, and scolded for half an hour while eating. But as long as he didn't ask anyone to scold him, Duan Feifan would pretend that nothing happened.

In the afternoon, I played with Benben in the back passage, took photos of it, and drew several styles. I also went to a stall outside the market to buy two pairs of the youngest child socks, and took a few pictures of Benben's four claws.

The dog grew up day by day, and it was estimated that it could grow into a big dog with paws. The old aunt had serious allergies and could not leave it in the store. She could only keep it in the passage for the time being. If she could find an adoption quickly, she would probably not be able to go too long and would have to be cleaned up by the management office.

Duan Feifan sent the photo to Duan Ling.

-About seven or eight months, public

-Okay, I'll post it in my circle of friends, but it's really hard to find a local dog to adopt. If it really doesn't work, it's time to find a place to take care of it first.

-You just say it's a Shiba Inu

-?

When I returned to school at around 4 pm, the military training troops had already returned, and the dormitory was full of lively.

Perhaps because there is a "shooting" training today, he can even hear someone in the opposite dormitory "biu~biu~biu~pia~"...

As soon as he opened the door of 107, Zhang Kaihui from the dormitory came out: "It's a pity that you didn't go today. It's quite fun today."

"Have you shot?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Yes! Good!" Zhang Kaihui raised his arm and aimed, "It's just five bullets, so it's too few to be satisfied."

Duan Feifan smiled and entered the dormitory.

Zhang Kaihui followed: "Hey, are you very familiar with Jiang Kuo?"

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan looked at him.

"He has nine rings and ten rings today, and he doesn't need to practice!" Zhang Kaihui was a little envious, "Is it true that Li Zirui said he usually plays UFOs?"

"Where did I know how to go?" Duan Feifan said, "You ask him."

"Forget it," Zhang Kaihui shook his head, "I don't want to talk to him."

Then how much do you think I want to talk to him?

Duan Feifan sat on the lounge chair, turned on the air conditioner, picked up his mobile phone, and watched Ding Zhe and the others discuss where to go for vacation in the group.

This National Day holiday has been discussed during the summer vacation, but it has not been confirmed until now. Every time we start, we have all kinds of unrealistic imaginations. Duan Feifan can guarantee that they may end up looking for a farm stay in the next reservoir to fish.

Yes, if the road conditions allow, you have to call Shang Jiangkuo. No, you call Shang Jiangkuo’s car.

The dormitory door was knocked twice.

It is straightforward, neither high nor low, and it is not accompanied by any shouts of "Duan Feifan!".

That is Jiang Kuo.

"In." He put down his cell phone.

Jiang Kuo pushed open the door, poked his head in, and had already changed his military training uniforms: "Are you back?"

"Yes," Duan Feifan nodded, "Don't you come in? Are you afraid of the cold?"

Jiang Kuo entered the house: "Have you eaten?"

After hearing this, Duan Feifan couldn't help but pick up his phone and glance at the time, and confirmed that it was not yet five o'clock.

"Is there any food trash?" Jiang Kuo asked again.

"Cain," Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo sat on the chair: "Are you tired of eating?"

"I have only eaten for a few days," Duan Feifan said, "I am not as good as the spicy hot pot I have eaten since I started school."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" Duan Feifan thought for a while, "Are you treating me again?"

"Yes," Jiang Kuo sighed, "You can eat in the cafeteria tomorrow, and go and eat it again tonight and refuse to recognize your relatives."

"No," Duan Feifan sat upright, with his elbows and knees leaning against him, "It's definitely okay to eat. Who doesn't recognize his relatives and don't like to eat? The key is that you can solve the problem? Have you been cheated by their store and bought a private room annual card?"

"My sister," Jiang Kuo frowned, "I'm going to come here to play these two days, but I haven't decided the time, so I booked for three days. There is a set meal in the private room, so someone has to go and eat it."

Duan Feifan was stunned for a long time to think about this logic.

"Does your sister don't have a cell phone?" he asked. "Or can you get a signal when the cell phone reaches here and then notify you?"

"If she can tell me when she arrives, even if the brother-sister love is deep," Jiang Kuo leaned on the back of the chair, "Don't ask so much, just say whether to go or not."
To be continued...