Let You Walk Around The World, Not Let You Catch People And Pluck Wool

"Kangdang...Kangdang...Kangdang!"

Just when Su Mo lifted the lid of the pot and took a look at the stewed pork inside.

Suddenly there was the sound of swinging a sledgehammer in the yard.

"What did you collect? Why are you still picking up the hammer?"

He frowned slightly.

"You look at some pork, save some for others, don't do it all, I'll go out and have a look..."

Su Mo wrapped up his coat, opened the door and went out.

standing in the yard.

Looking at a brand new walking tractor in front of him, which had been smashed beyond recognition, Su Mo was stunned.

Glanced back to the door.

I saw a few young people of the fighting ethnic group happily counting money and leaving in a swarm.

"Hiss, it's almost the same as when I was a child."

murmured.

Su Mo walked to the side of the tractor, held back for a long time, and finally couldn't help saying:

"New tractor?"

"Well, I guess it hasn't been opened for a month, and the copper wires in the engine are all new."

Xiao Tietou didn't raise his head, he directly explained to Su Mo

"Brother, I know what you want to ask. Are you running the live broadcast? Then I will explain to you, and to the fans in the live broadcast room, why I can accept this new tractor!"

Speaking of which.

Xiao Tie dropped the sledgehammer, stood up straight, and grinned.

"If this is in our country, if someone drives such a new tractor, no one will dare to accept it, and it will be stolen goods. Just a few children just now, don't look at it. This tractor was designated to be driven secretly, but... In this place of the fighting nation, if you don’t accept it, believe it or not, the child’s father will come and beat me up soon? Really, the people in this place are so tough, they don’t make sense at all.”

"Besides, the Public Security Bureau won't take care of it. The children in this place have to be responsible for themselves at a very young age. Regardless of their young age, if I report it, not only the parents will blame me, but even the Public Security Bureau will probably blame me, so I just It can be accepted, otherwise, the Public Security Bureau may sue a few children in the name of theft."

"My own child, go back to educate yourself, it's just a tractor, it can't be beaten to death!"

After Xiaotie finished speaking.

Even Su Mo couldn't help but look at him with interest.

What's the point?

Meaning, on the side of the fighting nation, even if they knew it was sold by their own children, they could only accept it with tears?

Just for the child's independence?

but.

Thinking of Captain Warang's son, Su Mo seemed to understand a little bit.

After all, the concept of education is different.

In China, whoever dares to sell his tractor at home.

That's like poking holes in the sky.

Basically... grandpa beats, grandma beats, grandma beats, dad beats, dad beats, mother beats... aunt beats, aunt beats... aunt beats... it's just endless beatings.

Not only that, anytime this matter is brought up, it is estimated that they will be beaten.

Isn't he an example?

When I was a child, I sold the motorcycles for my family to the junk collectors, and I was beaten from the first grade to the sixth grade.

What a sad story.

The problem is, at that time, Su Mo sold the motorcycle for two yuan and thirty cents...

He was cheated by the old man who collected the rags.

"How much do you give them?"

"Temporarily gave 1,000 Longguo coins, and the rest of the money, I will give it up when the fathers of these children come over. If his tractor sells scraps, it can sell for tens of thousands. I won't short anyone else's money." .”

While dismantling the tractor, Xiaotie is quite experienced in rushing to Su Mo’s popular science road.

"Anyway, the tractor has been smashed, so he feels a little comforted with the money, doesn't he?"

Hear here.

Su Mo found out, and he found another treasure player.

As far as this professional level of trash collection is concerned, it is almost on par with Xiaojun.

"Brother, do one line, love one line. When I was in China, I was a white-collar worker in a company. I worked in online sales. I was either the first or the second in terms of monthly performance. Really, I sold hair removal cream. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you in the room later, in order to reassure the client, I took it off myself... there’s not a single one left!”

"Now that you're doing trash, you have to make a name for yourself, don't you? Otherwise, you say I'm a good guy, why do I stay in this shitty place all day long?"

"As long as it's something I can take, I'll do everything I can, as long as it doesn't break the law, I'll take it..."

Su Mo nodded pertinently.

I basically know it.

OK!

Great!

Will definitely keep in touch in the future.

Let me ask, if you can harvest trash like this, can you stay out of the crowd in the future?

Su Mo reckons...according to Xiaotie's concept of collecting tatters, even if there are missiles, this guy can collect...

"Ok?"

As soon as this thought flashed across, Su Mo froze in place.

Don't you just know a few missile shells?

There is one thing to say.

No wonder a missile is so expensive. Not counting the core material inside, it is the shells on the outside. If you sell scraps, it seems that you can really sell them for a lot of money.

"Brother, it's fine, it's fine to smash it like this!"

At this time.

After arranging the tractor properly, Xiao Tie waved his hand to greet Su Mo and walked into the house again.

And after entering the house.

I saw brother Yanhong who was washing the pot.

Xiaotie is really numb.

An iron pot full of pork, I just smashed a tractor, probably less than ten minutes before and after.

Finished in one pot?

Are you stepping on the horse and cleaning the pot again?

"Uh, what... don't be afraid, I just saw that there seems to be a goose in your refrigerator, the pot has been cleaned, and it will be stewed for you immediately, don't worry, I will hold back this time, and I will definitely not eat it..."

Fatty wiped his hands on the scarf, his face full of embarrassment.

"Really, I couldn't hold back just now, I took a sip... and I couldn't stop the car..."

Su Mo didn't speak the whole time.

I really don't know what to say.

Presumably, with the posture of the fat man showing off his rice, he can bear it by himself, right?

Others, living with the fat man, will starve to death sooner or later.

...

at the same time.

The edge of no man's land about two kilometers away from the waste collection station.

Jim directed the deep pit dug by hundreds of people.

pursed his lips

"Speed, where's the crane? Bury all the missiles and mark them nearby!"

finished ordering.

Jim looked back at the surrounding environment, and at a glance, it was full of white snow.

Before coming, he had investigated everything.

In the vicinity of this place, there is not even a village except for a waste station that collects rags.

and……

And the most important point.

The heavy snow nearby will probably not melt until May next year. By that time, Raytheon just wants to use the missiles, and it is estimated that they will have rusted underground.

Everything is calculated.

Nothing goes wrong!

At this moment, Jim had only one idea in mind, quickly hide the missiles, and then return to Eagle Sauce Country as soon as possible.

I heard from the neighbors in the neighborhood that my wife seemed to have gone out to dinner with her neighbors last night.

Too bad!

I haven't been downgraded yet, is something going to happen?