"Ah?" Li Baoyu was stunned and looked at Zhao Jun with surprise.

Zhao Jun whispered: "It may be in trouble in a while."

When Li Baoyu heard this, he turned around and looked at the door. Although there was no one at the door at this time, Li Baoyu remembered something that happened when he came to the town to sell big skins last time.

"Well, I won't drink anymore, eat more food." Li Baoyu said, pushing the wine jar to the corner of the table.

Outside the restaurant, in the alley in the middle of the two rooms opposite, there were six people squatting against the wall. They were neatly moved, holding their arms and reaching their hands into the cuffs of the other hand.

At this time, a man hurriedly came in from the entrance of the alley. One of the six people, wearing a yellow cloth cotton jacket, looked up and asked him, "Where are those two kids having dinner?"

"Yeah." The man was wearing a black cotton jacket and a dog-skin hat. He had a big fur on his eyebrows, as if he had three eyes.

He said, "These two guys have made money and have gone to the restaurant, and they are built inside."

The man wearing a yellow cotton-padded jacket stretched his head to the innermost point, looking at the corner of the wall, another man wearing a black cotton-padded jacket asked, "The last time you followed them was also the two of them."

"Yeah." The man in a black cotton jacket said: "Last time they sold big skins, Chengzi and I went with me, and those two guys have shiny knives."

"What are you afraid of with a knife?" Huang Cotton Ao smiled coldly and said, "What is the one who is Liang, and I will intercept him today." Speaking of this, he looked up again, looked at the person who came back to report the news, and asked, "What, I heard that they also brought pickaxes?"

"Yes." The person who reported the news replied: "I heard from a boy in the big shop."

"Pick the handle...haha." Huang cotton-padded jacket sneered and said disdainfully: "Get this thing, kid."

To put it bluntly, a pickaxe handle is a wooden stick. This stick can be connected to a farm tool, can be connected to a pickaxe, to a shovel, or even to a hoe.

These people are robbing their families. How can pickets scare them by doing business that they usually do?

Huang Mianjiao said, "I remember you said that they are from the countryside, right? There are no cars at this point, so I guess they can't wait. We will follow them later, wait until we leave the city and find a place where there is no one."

As he said that, Huang cotton-padded jacket slapped the bald man beside him and said, "Third brother, it's up to you when it's over."

The third brother was shaved in the middle of winter. He was wearing a patched blue cotton jacket with a fat face, and was fierce and vicious.

Listening to the words of Huang Cotton Jacket, the bald old three sneered, reached out and lifted a large iron chain from beside their feet.

The third brother grabbed both ends of the chain with both hands and stretched them left and right, and heard the clanging sound, and he stretched the chain straightened.

This iron chain is about one meter and two meters long, and I don’t know what it is for. It is as thick as an egg, and it looks quite heavy. If you want to sell scrap iron, it can be worth two dollars.

The third brother grabbed both ends of the chain and shook it in front of him twice. While shaking it, he said, "Boss, just look at me, aren't it just two boys? Look at me one chain."

In the restaurant.

Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu were eating with their heads in silence, and the atmosphere was very dull.

They are not afraid of trouble, but they are a little unhappy.

"Brother." Li Baoyu picked up the green onion given by the boss, dipped it in a sauce dish, then took a bite of the green onion and asked, "You said, can the price increase of lynx skins besides?"

"What price is this thing going up?" Zhao Jun shook his head and said, "This thing is less than big skin. His store can't charge a few pieces a year, and there is no price. Haven't you read it? If we sell one, the man has to call and ask."

While talking, the braised meat was served.

Looking at the maroon red braised meat, Li Baoyu finally smiled on his face.

They do not lack pork, but they eat wild boar meat. Wild boars rarely have fat meat.

These days, fatty meat is much more popular than lean meat.

Moreover, wild boar meat is far less delicious than domestic pork.

"Boss, give us two bottles of soda." Zhao Jun thought about it and asked for two bottles of soda.

"Okay."

"Two more spoons."

After taking the soda and taking the spoon, Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu used a small porcelain spoon to put the braised meat into the bowl, then made the spoon bibimbap and fed the spoon into their mouths.

This meat is delicious.

The two of them only had two dishes, ate a tray of steamed dumplings, four large bowls of rice, and drank four bottles of soda. When they started to burp, instead of soda, the table was in a mess.

Zhao Jun asked the boss to settle the score. The boss came over and took a look and said, "Two cents of wine, four bottles of soda and two cents, four bowls of rice..."

Speaking of this, the boss looked at Zhao Jun and asked, "Do you have a ticket?"

"No." Zhao Jun said: "I'll give you all the money."

The boss nodded and continued to settle the accounts. Nowadays, eating outside requires not only money, but also tickets.

But it has been 87 years since then, and the supplies are not as short as before. In this state-owned restaurant, if there is no ticket, it is okay to give the corresponding amount of money.

The boss calculated that Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu spent a total of 257 cents.

Zhao Jun took out a roll of money from it, counted out three dollars from it, thought about it and said to the boss, "Give me four more bottles of soda."

"Ah?" The boss was stunned and thought to himself that these two people had finished eating, so why do you need soda? If you want to drink, one bottle for each person, and two bottles are enough. Why do you need four bottles at a time?

Zhao Jun said: "Let's take it away."

"Take it away." The boss suddenly realized and said, "If you drink it here, I will confiscate your bottle of money. If you want to take it away, you have to give me five cents of bottle of money for each bottle."

"Okay." Zhao Jun put the three dollars on the table.

At this time, the boss pinched two bottles of soda with his left and right hands, put the soda on the table, took out three one-cent coins from his pocket, handed them to Zhao Jun and said, "Next time you are here, bring me the bottle back, and I will refund you two cents."

"Okay." Zhao Jun smiled, waved his hand at Li Baoyu, pointed to four bottles of soda and said, "Put it all in your pocket."

Li Baoyu looked at Zhao Jun and asked, "What are you doing with it?"

Zhao Jun said: "I didn't buy anything for my younger brother or sister when I came out. I took it back and gave it to each of them a bottle."

The soda in Northeast China at this time was not as delicious as the Arctic Ocean in the capital, which was the sweet water with steam.

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But even this thing is not in the mountains.

First, the mountain roads are rugged and transport is inconvenient. If they are not well-organized, they will lose money. Second, the living standard is low. Many people have to think about it and think about it before they can pay.

Upon hearing this, Li Baoyu took soda and stuffed it into his pocket. When he filled three bottles and picked up the fourth bottle, he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" At this time, Zhao Jun had already picked up the sack roll and put it horizontally under his armpits. He was about to walk out, but he saw Li Baoyu doing this.

Li Baoyu said: "Put back this bottle, don't use it."

"Put it on me!" Zhao Jun pushed him and the two walked out of the restaurant.

The two left the restaurant, left Yong'an Town, and walked home along the road. At this time, there was no one in front, on the left.

Only behind him were seven people.

Zhao Jun looked back and found that he looked back, and the seven people suddenly accelerated their pace.

Zhao Jun patted Li Baoyu, and the two turned around.

The seven people stopped in unison and stopped about eight meters across from Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu.

"Yes..." The bald old man shook his arm and an iron chain flew out and hung beside him.

"That boy!" Huang cotton-padded jacket, led by the leader, stepped forward, pointed at Zhao Jun, and said very arrogantly: "Hurry up and give me your pocket...I'll fuck!"

I saw Zhao Jun, who was originally holding a sack with his left arm.

But when the bald third brother shook off the iron chain, Zhao Jun grabbed the sack roll with his left hand and pressed it to the front end, pushing the sack roll back to the back end, and pressed it to his left rib.

Then he grabbed the sack with his left hand and rubbed it down.

This trick reveals a handful.

But this handle is not a pickaxe handle.

Zhao Jun grabbed the handle with his right hand and pulled it out. He grabbed the sack with his left hand and did not move.

This action is like drawing a sword.

When he pulled out the "pickaxe handle", he was facing blackmail from the yellow cotton jacket.

At this time, when Huang Mianyou was talking about the word "give me", he saw clearly the guy in Zhao Jun's hand. Suddenly, the sentence that should have ended was added to the end.
Chapter completed!