small business

Chapter 7 Left Hand Jun and Coat Jun

Fei Yiban sits in the back seat of a farm tractor.

The van that was about to be scrapped was still being towed behind.

He could actually sit in the van.

Although the car is dilapidated, the windows are still intact.

No matter what, it is much more windproof than the back seat of a tractor.

However, in order to show off his strong physique that only wears shorts and shorts in winter, Fei Yiban did not hesitate to choose the back seat of the tractor that is ventilated on all sides.

The root cause, of course, has nothing to do with his fear of the ghost of the flying chicken stained with the van's chicken blood.

Yi Ming started the tractor neatly.

I don't know what kind of broken engine it is, and the roar of broken gongs is a blasphemy against the word "engine".

Within half a minute, Fei Yiban's attention could no longer stay on the sound of the engine.

The sour feeling of bouncing his buttocks on the iron sheet was not at all refreshing than when he was the first rally coordinator.

He drove down here from Yijia Village just now, and it took at most 5 minutes, right?
Why has he been trembling in the howling autumn wind for more than ten minutes, yet he still hasn't seen the low building with the Oxford Green Toilet.

The color of the toilet is really unacceptable.

Just like the green military coat next to him now, it makes people accept incompetence.

But, it's really cold!
If, just if, if you don't wear the whole dress on your body, put your hands in it.

It shouldn't be considered a violation. When freezing to death or having no clothes is the only choice, you must choose the principle of being directly frozen to death, right?
Fei Yiban's right hand subconsciously reached into the left sleeve of the military coat during the process of "if".

After reacting, Fei Yiban, who would rather die than lose his product, quickly pulled out his right hand again.

Or just freeze to death...

Hold on a little longer...

It should be here soon...

Finally, at the second before Fei Yiban completely lost his principles and put on his military overcoat backwards, he saw the large characters [Yijia Village Committee] written in red paint.

What font is that?

Why is it so brightly red?
Fei Yiban's mind, which was about to freeze, suddenly flashed a melody that his parents loved to sing duet when he was a child, and automatically made a one-word adaptation:
【Why is the word so red】

【Why is it so red】

【Hey, it looks like red】

【Red like a burning fire】

【It symbolizes pure friendship and love】

Nonsence!

Who wants to cultivate friendship and love with a crappy building with Oxford green toilets?

Could it be that his brain is frozen and sick?
Yi Ming got off the tractor, took a look at Fei Yiban where Fei Yiban was sitting, and went around to untie the van that was towed over.

At that glance, Yi Ming looked extremely calm.

There is no extra expression on the face.

It was the same as when she heard Fei Yiban say "Why are you so old".

At that time, Yiming looked at Fei Yiban calmly and answered three words: "It is very old."

Then there is no more then.

Neither angry nor anything else, just the same expression as now.

Fei Yiban thought that he would die if he blurted out like that, and thought of several excuses to make up for it.

For example - [I always mean mature. 】

Another example - [You have the charm of a 25-year-old girl. 】

After Yi Ming calmly admitted that he was "very old", Fei Yi's "Excuse Lord" also died in his womb.

If it hadn't been for the Gujing Wubo just now, Fei Yiban might feel that Yi Ming's calm glance certainly didn't focus on him, and he didn't see what he did to the army coat.

With the experience just now, Fei Yiban hastily looked at himself from top to bottom.

Ok.

His right hand has been pulled out from the left sleeve which he "accidentally" got into.

[Right Hand Jun] is very obedient, and did not violate the principles set by Fei Yiban, nor did he make any actions that might be suspected of slapping his face.

This perfectly maintains his personality of [only wearing shorts and shorts in winter].

but.

why.

his left hand.

He even hugged the army coat tightly to his chest, as if he was afraid of losing it.

This is really a bit out of character.

Fei Yiban hurriedly let go of his left hand, half of the army coat fell on his left leg, and the other half directly came into close contact with the back seat of the tractor.

He obviously doesn't feel cold at all!
[Left Hand Jun] Why are you so ignorant?

Can't you learn from 【Right Hand】?
Since, the one who made the mistake was 【Left Hand】.

Is it fine to suspend its use today?
After unhooking the van tow, Yi Ming returned to the back seat of the tractor.

She looked down at the military coat that had almost completely fallen on the ground in the back seat, and raised her head and said to Fei Yiban, "Thank you, Mr. Fei, for helping me pick up the military coat. If it falls completely on the ground, it will be dirty and need to be washed again."

This sentence, Yi Ming said very sincerely.

From eyes to expressions.

Fei Yiban was taken aback.

Could it be explained that way?
What happened just now was like this——

Because the tractor was too bumpy, [Mr. Overcoat], who was originally placed in the back seat, accidentally flew off the seat.

When [Mr. Overcoat] wanted to sit down again, he couldn't get back to his original position smoothly because of the bumps.

The [Left-Handed Man] next door to [Da Yi Jun], out of the kindness of the passenger seated next to him, desperately rescued him.

In the end, with the cooperation of [Mr. Left Hand]’s good brother [Mr. Left Leg], [Mr. Overcoat] was saved from the danger of being disfigured.

Although [Mr. Overcoat] originally had a hellish face.

However, when the kind-hearted [Left Hand Jun] is doing good deeds, how can he care about whether the person being helped is disfigured or not?
[Left Hand Jun] You really stepped forward at the critical moment.

Not only saved [Dayi Jun], but also saved water resources for the country.

Such a beautiful [Left Handed Lord], as the leader of Fei Yiban, how could he bear to continue to punish him?

It's because Yi Ming is so sincere in helping 【Da Yi Jun】thank you.

Fei Yiban could only reluctantly reply for 【Left Hand Jun】: "You're welcome."

And withdrew the punishment made to 【Left Hand】.

After dealing with the problem of [Mr. Zuo Shou], Fei Yiban inevitably began to wonder whether this big sister named Yi Ming is not angry at all?
If the face-slapping situation just now happened to be his classmates at any time, no matter if it was a kind teasing or a malicious teasing, he would definitely have to ask: [Don’t you say that this temperature difference is nothing? 】

How could Yi Ming give him a step down?
Is it because this sister is older?
It turns out that when a woman gets older, her temper can become like this!
Iron-like facts have refreshed Fei Yiban's cognition.

Tomorrow, when he went back to look for a supermodel, he would also look for someone who was at least three years older than him.

The female junior has a naive temper.

You can bully as much as you want, just ask if it smells good?

In this way, Fei Yiban has a more specific sketch of the supermodel who is about to fall into his arms.

……

After getting off the tractor, Fei Yiban saw that Yi Cunzhang brought a lot of people towards the village committee. Most of the men and women were about the same age as Yi Cunzhang.

Seeing Fei Yiban, Yi Cunzhang quickened his pace.

Walking like flying, the slightly hunched back straightened up.

"Mr. Fei, drink tea in the house." The director of the village committee enthusiastically invited Fei Yiban to drink tea at the village committee with his hands that seemed to have not been washed for an indefinite amount of time.

Why did one or two call him to drink tea?

How can there be good tea in this poor country?
He is the noble son of a lock factory who can sell locks that can circle the earth and a half. On weekdays, even if he drinks coffee, he only drinks Luak from charity auctions.

If Yi Cunzhang made tea for him with these black-looking hands, would he spit it out before drinking it?
Can a pair of unattractive hands look delicious?

Despite all kinds of sympathy and reluctance, Fei Yiban once again stepped into the village committee of Yijia Village, which owns the Oxford Green Toilet.

He only said that he wears short clothes and shorts in winter, but he didn't say that he would walk outdoors dressed like this.

As soon as the village chief entered the village committee, he went to the place where a pile of Kung Fu tea sets full of tea stains were placed.

That posture is definitely going to give Fei Yiban a hand.

Didn't he come to the village committee once today?
That time, didn't Yi Cunzhang bring him a big glass of tea?

Although he didn't even take a sip before, that's better than the current one who feels nauseated even in the utensils, right?

The toilets are all Oxford green, so why drink Kung Fu tea?
The key point is that the tea set is enough to be cautious, if you add Yi Cunzhang's hands.

Even if he didn't drink a drop of water for 24 hours in a row, he wouldn't have the slightest desire for this kind of tea.

However, now is not as good as before.

Just now he was able to drive the van that was about to be scrapped.

Now he...

Hey, don't mention it.

How can I sit in the village committee without drinking the tea made by Yi Cunzhang?
How should decision makers make decisions at this time?

Yi Ming walked in at this moment.

"Yi Ming...cough cough..."

Now that he already knew the age of the other party, Fei Yiban, who is polite and personable, definitely wanted to call her sister.

But let him be a big man, call a girl who seems to be underage called sister, but he really can't say it.

I had to pretend to cough and clear my throat.

"You clubbing with me." Fei Yiban quickly recovered the [mature, rigorous and steady] decision-maker personality.

"I don't dare to compare my tea art with the village head." Yi Ming responded with a smile.

Decision makers generally dislike having their decisions questioned.

Fei Yiban didn't care what Yi Ming said, and just reminded with a low voice: "Wash your hands before soaking."

He suddenly remembered one thing.

The village chief's hand may just look black.

Yi Ming's hand had just had close contact with the "murderous car" that was contaminated with Feiji's DNA, enough to destroy the murder scene.

Otherwise, why don't you drink this tea?

He is a dignified decision maker, how can he still refuse a cup of tea?

"Mr. Fei asked you to wash your hands, why don't you hurry up?" Seeing Yi Ming standing still, Yi Cunzhang began to urge him.

It turned out that a group of men and women who followed Yi Cunzhang walked into the village committee at this time.

Looking at the back of Yi Ming walking towards Oxford Green, an aunt with a mole between her eyebrows asked the aunt in black next to her, "Is this the baby Ming from Caidie's family?"

The aunt in black said, "Isn't that right? Why does she still have the face to come back?"

After finishing speaking, the aunt in black turned her head and asked an aunt in floral dress: "The wife of the village chief, do you know what's going on?"

"Didn't you come back last night?" As the daughter-in-law of the village head, the flower-clothed aunt obviously knew a little better, "Brother Shen Fei was so angry that she was lying on the bed and still can't get up now."

"Oh, this is really a crime." Aunt Mozi expressed her feelings.

"It's really heartless." The aunt in black also expressed her sigh, "Brother Shen Fei picked up..."

"You old woman, what are you talking so much about?" An old man in a military coat scolded Aunt Mozi, "The investor might have been brought by Mingwazi. No one has come to our village for many years. Have you inspected it?"

The uncle in the military coat reminded his daughter-in-law to speak with her head.

When Yi Cunzhang's daughter-in-law heard this, the eldest brother was not happy: "Cunzhang begged his grandpa to tell his grandma to get it, so stop giving money to that sloppy bastard."

Fei Yiban didn't like the discussion behind Yi Ming's back very much.

Is it when he doesn't exist?

I still question his top-level listening ability in racing engineering.

You can hear clearly whether the engine is malfunctioning one kilometer away.

What's more, a group of people chatted less than three meters in front of him.

The point is, it doesn't matter if his ears are a little bit poisoned.

These people talk like this, don't they consider the feelings of sister Yi Ming, the person involved?

Do you think the village committee has a lot of space, or do you think the Oxford Green toilets have good sound insulation?

Thinking of this, Fei Yiban became angry for no reason:
[I am a group of women who don't like women, why do you also look down on them? 】

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