I want to be a good person

"Brother, bring some good food and wine."

"Okay, sir."

The waiter first brought a pot of hot liquor and a plate of mutton.

Serving dishes to suit the person?

No, the food is served according to the money.

It is Zhang Aiguo's usual practice to put the money out in the open first. The guy knew what was going on at a glance and didn't bother to say anything else.

"Wang's hot pot is the most famous around here."

"I want some pork stewed with vermicelli, and a pork shank bone."

"Wait a moment, I'll serve it right up."

Two golden-toasted corn tortillas were served.

Cornmeal and corn cob meal are two different foods. The difference is that corn cob is ground and added to the corn cob, while pure cornmeal is a refined grain.

Zhang Aiguo specifically told his waiters that they should not treat themselves badly when eating, because no one would be moved by it. No one would ask for trouble. Only a person with a head stuck in the door would think like this.

There were five small baskets hanging in front of the door of the inn. Thanks to God, the inn was lucky, as the disaster had already destroyed the inn.

There were a lot of people, including a few rickshaw drivers who were eating together, and some who were working alone. One of them was showing off his ability to tell dirty jokes, and after a few sips of wine, he acted like a master who controlled the world, and there was laughter everywhere he talked.

The Errenzhuan troupe is also preparing to go on stage.

"The shopkeeper's!"

The curtain at the door was lifted, and three men came in. They were big and strong, with fierce eyes. The first one came in wearing riding boots and a shiny black mink hat on his head. The other two wore orange raccoon fur hats, old sheepskin coats worn inside out, and had big belts tied around their waists.

"Come, backyard please."

The shopkeeper, who was sitting at the counter and drinking tea with a smile on his face, immediately stood up and went to greet him.

The originally buzzing scene seemed to have pressed the pause button and became silent.

As soon as the person left, everything came alive again, and jokes kept coming out.

Beard, or a big tuft.

When the attendant left, he glared at Zhang Aiguo. His military uniform was a little dirty, and it was obvious that he was from another place, so he became suspicious.

Zhang Aiguo noticed this and paid a little attention to it.

The relationship between beards is the same as the relationship between countries. We always adhere to the five principles and strictly implement the spirit of "fist is the most important and profit comes first"!

Generally, nothing goes wrong in the inn. There must be people on both the black and white sides, and the gray gloves can be used to sell stolen goods and do shopping.

He changed into merchant's clothes and walked out of the small room.

"Boss, do you want to do a deal?"

"Oh, what do you want to take care of?"

The shopkeeper has a good memory. He opens the door to welcome guests, listens attentively and keeps an eye on all directions.

I was just talking with the gang leader and mentioned him. The sudden appearance of a soldier made people a little wary. I'm afraid he might be conducting reconnaissance.

Winter is the time when beards are most likely to fail, and both sides are a little wary.

"Open the door and hold the shop."

Want to sell arms?

The shopkeeper's subconscious reaction.

Yes, it is normal for the military and police to resell firearms and supplies. When Marshal Zhang was alive, he dealt with his own problems, so there were fewer Japanese invaders when they came.

In the past, the military, police and gangsters were like a family, eating from the same ladle, taking care of each other and making money together.

Just forget about it, so as not to hurt the harmony and offend others.

"Is the spring point open?"

The shopkeeper heard the jargon, clasped his fist over his left shoulder, threw it back, shook it three times, and asked with a smile.

"Spring is half open."

"Water Jumper?"

"Yes, Haiqinzi."

"Yang Nian's?"

"Ah."

It was only half open, now it's fully open, even the underpants are gone.

The shopkeeper felt a little unhappy, but didn't dare to show it.

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"Walking on the wire?"

"Hehehe"

Zhang Aiguo shook his head and showed his ID.

"Shoulder to shoulder, report head on"

"Thousand Mile Grass."

"The shopkeeper?"

"Burn the pot vine dry."

"Sir Dong, how many poles?"

"The loud one, the cannon, the good one, the dragon, the meat."

"Oh. Hiss."

This person was in a hurry to do business and squeezed into the house.

Business starts at the beginning of spring, and many bosses want to buy things. It is definitely a buyer's market.

The thing that was most abundant in Northeast China during the Republic of China was beards. They were as numerous as stars in the sky, in an endless stream, either in the hundreds or in the tens of thousands. I don't know if the name "Wan" would be the same as others and would clash with the name.

"How do you get the goods?"

"Pedal the wheel."

"What time?"

"Ah."

An hour later, Zhang Aiguo came back driving a carriage.

The harvested Hanyang-made, Type 38 rifles, box rifles, turtle boxes and other weapons were wrapped in coarse cloth.

"Xu."

After parking the carriage, Zhang Aiguo declined the help and moved into the room alone.

At least on the surface I have to pretend to move, even though it's a lonely move.

The distance between people is very close, as thick as a piece of money, and also very far, but still just a piece of money.

The clerk received instructions from the shopkeeper, went forward to lead the carriage away, and helped to unload the harness.

"We have reached an agreement, how do we pay?"

"Big items, not small items."

"it is good."

"How much?"

"Hubei stripes have middle feet, cannons have Zhang feet, running Liangzi has Yang feet, turtles have Zhang feet, steel helmets have Zhang feet, bayonet feet, flesh has been kept for a thousand years, and foreign knives have Jiang feet stars."

“It’s a bit expensive.”

"It's not expensive, the market is going up. Everyone knows how strict the Japanese are in their inspections. It's different from before."

"That's true. The Japanese fought fiercely. They were most afraid of being mistaken for the Anti-Japanese United Army and being chased relentlessly, just like a turtle biting a person."

"Old man?"

"A pimple is fine, too."

"Oh, by the way, I still have foot pressers."

"price?"

"Star Foot"

"Okay, I'll reply in the morning."

"Ah."

"Are you not afraid of the dark?"

Zhang Aiguo grinned, took out a turtle box and put it on the table.

"You can try. I'd love to borrow your courage."

Speak slowly.

The night wind was a bit icy.

Zhang Aiguo returned to his room and carefully checked the cracks in the windows and doors. Reputation is not as real as money, and he was afraid that he might have been poisoned by the incense at night. After all, money can tempt people, and there were many people who took the risk.

If you brag wrongly, you will pay with your life.

What is the use of holding the truth if you lose the initiative and end up behind bars?

The big, round moon hangs on the Milky Way, illuminating the ground with white light, which is really environmentally friendly.

Zhang Aiguo sneaked out and hid in the hay barn.

Say tough words and do the most shameless things.

The donkeys, horses and mules under the stable sensed human presence and became a little agitated.

There are people inside the house and outside the house. Why do they come out to compete with cattle and horses for position? Don’t they feel cold?

The mattresses of poor people are made of wheat straw processed into bamboo sticks, which are comfortable and warm when spread under the body.

After enjoying the spring warmth, I opened and closed my eyes and it was already five o'clock in the morning.

I quietly opened the door, shone the flashlight around, found no footprints, and threw myself on the bed to take a nap.

"dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the door.

"coming."

"Boss, the shopkeeper wants to see you."

"Go reply, I'll be there after I finish washing up."

"Hey"

The chores started early, and there were a dozen more horses.

How did you get in?

I was very sensitive to sleep and woke up, so I didn't hear the horse coming in.

The shopkeeper had promised to increase the monthly salary after the beginning of spring before the festival, but I don't know if it counts.

I have to work even if I don't get paid. It's not easy to find a job.

The livestock under the stable were a little excited when they saw people coming in with fodder, and they made sounds as if they were eating grain.

Cows and horses have their own pride!