Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Lin patted Miao gently to calm her down.

"Even if you chase them away this time, they will come back again next time. Sooner or later, you will have to face them."

The calm tone seemed to be discussing what to eat for lunch, and Miao calmed down for no reason.

That's true. Maybe they will try it and find that they don't like it, so they won't come back again.

Miao secretly cheered him up.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that the thick-necked gang had not only eaten it, but also fell in love with it.

Thick Neck walked to the stall and saw a dozen cans of side dishes, and he couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.

He was so greedy that he didn't sleep for half the night. He couldn't understand why he agreed to what the woman said, so he just left empty-handed.

It won’t cost much to buy a can of side dish.

You really can't trust what women say.

Thick Neck was hungry all night. When he woke up, he hadn't eaten yet. He called his younger brother and went straight to Xishi.

Thick Neck coughed, and the younger brother next to him shouted at the Lin family members, "Where are the instant noodles we agreed on yesterday? Hurry and bring them out."

"Our boss was kind and let you off yesterday. Don't try any tricks today."

The vicious voices coupled with the thin bodies of the men made the scene very funny.

But it was this group of rabble that tortured the merchants in the West Market so much that they suffered terribly.

Just as they arrived, vendors around Lin's packed up and left, fearing that their stalls would be affected by the war.

Cui Jingwen felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, and he picked up his sickle as soon as they showed up.

At this time, he clenched the sickle and protected Lin and Cui Zhaozhao behind him.

"You're the only ones eating instant noodles?" Cui Jingwen gritted his teeth. "I don't have any instant noodles, but I can give you some sickles to try."

He wants to eat instant noodles but can't even get them.

The sickle was stained with dried grass juice, and a cold light flashed on the blade. Several brothers subconsciously took a step back.

"You...you shouldn't refuse a toast and then drink for it," one of the younger brothers said boldly. "Besides, you promised to give us instant noodles yesterday. We agreed to come and get them, right?"

"Yes, you agreed first."

"You can't go back on your word. Everyone, please judge for us. Yesterday, this auntie promised us to come get instant noodles today. Because of this, our eldest son didn't even have any side dishes last night."

They also feel wronged.

Cui Jingwen was so angry that his nose was crooked. A group of robbers actually acted like victims.

No one in the crowd spoke up for them, they just talked about it in low voices.

Thick Neck looked Cui Jingwen up and down, and when he saw the white fingers holding the sickle, he sneered.

"Where did this young man come from? Can you hold the sickle steadily?"

Before Cui Jingwen could react, he reached out and grabbed the wooden handle, exerted force, and pulled the sickle towards him.

Cui Jingwen only felt a chill in his palm, and when he came to his senses, the sickle had been pinned to his waist by the thick neck.

"I originally just wanted to try some instant noodles and grab a few cans of side dishes, but you insisted on giving us brothers a sickle."

Thick Neck shook his head.

"Hahahaha, he doesn't know that our boss doesn't farm."

"Boss, you're awesome! This sickle can be exchanged for a few pounds of meat. Shouldn't we thank him?"

"Who are you trying to scare? You're holding a sickle and thinking you're a praying mantis."

When the younger brothers saw that the sickle was taken away by their boss, they immediately regained their momentum and spoke with full of sarcasm, almost pointing at Cui Jingwen and laughing.

"you!"

Cui Jingwen's eyes were red and he rolled up his sleeves to take it back.

"return!"

Lin called out to him.

"Mother." Cui Jingwen was unwilling to accept it, "This is simply too much!"