I became popular in the 1970s by disguising myself as a man

Chapter 32 Humanoid Killing Weapon vs. Human Sandbag
The atmosphere here among the few people was good. They had no idea that Zhang Yu had already made trouble to the captain. I don’t know what the captain said. Anyway, Zhang Yu was honest for the time being.

Zhong Zhiran and his party arrived home and had a ready-made breakfast for the first time. Zhong Zhiran had only heard of the snail girl in stories before, but this was the first time he saw this snail boy, and it was an eye-opener.

While eating breakfast, Zhong Zhiran secretly thought about the idea of ​​playing a gangster before, and seriously began to think about the feasibility of this matter. If I remember correctly, Tian Bowen said that his salary was more than 50 yuan a month. In fact, if she worked hard to make it Money is not a problem to support him, and Zhong Zhiran's requirements for him are not too high. Just like the current snail boy's model, he stands there and caress her. If possible, he can kiss and touch her, even better. Of course the price can be discussed further...

Zhong Zhiran thought to himself that Tian Bowen was also quietly sizing her up. Seeing her absent-mindedly eating, she began to reflect on herself. She still needs to practice her cooking skills!

Compared to the two of them who were full of thoughts, Feng Fang had already become one with everyone.

"When the time comes to build a house, you will build it next to Zhiran's house, and our house will be built next to you two, directly connected to the ridge, so that you two can stay warm in the middle."

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After Zhong Zhiran came to his senses, he continued to eat in silence and listened to the chat of several people.

I thought that because of Feng Fang's silly eldest sister's character, she would be able to find out all about herself without anyone asking, but the facts told Zhong Zhiran that Feng Fang was just a silly eldest sister in front of him, and she was really smart in front of others.

After some chatting, Feng Fang found out that Jiang Heng, Liu Yuzhou and Tian Zeyu had been tricked. As for Zhou Xingyu, who was more thoughtful, it was worse. In turn, a few people knew Feng Fang's name and where she came from. Coming
"Ahem, Zeyu, eat more and talk less."

Stop talking about your stupid brother. If you keep nagging, the three generations of your ancestors will have to explain clearly.

And what bad intentions can Feng Fang have? In her opinion, what is the use of the long mouth?Either eat or talk.The meat was so fragrant, so he and Zhiran definitely wanted to eat more. Not only did they get excited, but the three of them started talking non-stop. While Feng Fang was busy eating the meat, he did not forget to say a few words, Of course, I didn’t forget to add meat to Zhong Zhiran, so it seemed that the people at the table were not on the same page, but it didn’t stop everyone from eating happily, except for Tian Bowen, who was doubting his cooking skills!

In the days that followed, Arita Hiroben, the snail boy, was cooking at home. Zhong Zhiran also felt much more relaxed. He just went to work and could eat ready-made meals when he came back. There was a kind of "We are responsible for making money to support the family, and you are responsible for looking good." The illusion of being as beautiful as a flower, of course, the flower blooms are a bit rough, and only Zhong Zhiran can appreciate it.

Finally, more than ten days later, the autumn harvest is finally over. At the same time as the autumn harvest, the grain drying field is not idle. The grains collected first are also being dried there. With the end of the autumn harvest, in two or three days, the grain drying field will be drying. The food is almost dry.

Compared with the busy autumn harvest before, everyone is much more relaxed. They are currently threshing corn. What Zhong Zhiran did not expect is that threshing rice is not done by hand, but by using a manual corn thresher. , put the corn in, and then shake it by hand to thresh the corn. The remaining corn kernels are basically clean. If there are any corn kernels that have not been removed, just peel them off by hand.

This efficiency is much faster than peeling it off by hand. It can only be said that the wisdom of the vast number of people is limitless.

In previous years, the task grains were handed over in batches, that is, they were handed in after being collected and dried. Those who had handed over the task grains were distributed to the villagers first.

This year, because of the addition of this tractor, the village chief, party secretary and team leader unanimously decided to hand in the task grains together, and the tractor would only need to make two trips, which saves trouble.

The weather was also favorable, and after two days all the grain was packed in bags and ready to be sent to the commune.

"My vacation is coming, and I'm going back to the army." Tian Bowen announced this during dinner that night.

"Okay, brother, don't forget to send food stamps and money when you go back. Don't talk about you for a while. We are all eating Zhiran's food. She just went to the countryside to share the food and she couldn't get much. She also has to Save some food for winter.

Anyway, you are also an old bachelor. There is no use in keeping the cloth stamps and so on. Just mail them over. Zhiran and I will make a suit of clothes. I think the clothes he wears are quite nice. I also do bodywork. Likewise, don’t forget about cotton stamps. It’s not easy to buy cotton here. We also have food stamps, industrial coupons and so on. Anyway, just send it to more places. You mail it to me, and I’ll give it to Zhong Zhiran..."

Although Tian Bowen said it in front of the big guys, he mainly wanted to tell Zhong Zhiran, but he didn't expect Tian Zeyu to be so noisy, which made his brain hurt.

"Tian Zeyu, go to the yard and I will practice with you to see if you have made any progress."

With a "pop" sound, the chopsticks in Tian Zeyu's hand fell to the table. What happened? Why do we need to practice?Bullshit Lian Lian, this is blatant bullying, there is no need to talk about beating your brother in such a high-sounding way.

Tian Zeyu, whose mouth was twitching wildly and still thinking about how to escape, was carried to the yard by Tian Bowen like a chicken.

The rest of the people each held a bowl and squatted there from a distance, eating rice and watching the fun.

The specific battle situation is actually not interesting. The two are not on the same level. Tian Bowen is a humanoid murder weapon and Tian Zeyu is a human sandbag. It can be seen that Tian Zeyu is in quite a lot of pain. After all, his screams are very painful.

Tian Bowen was a little dissatisfied. Beating his brother requires form. You still need to be careful about how much you beat him. If you beat him to a certain extent, it won't be good.

Of course, everyone could see that Tian Bowen was holding back his strength, Jiang Heng was excited, and Zhong Zhiran was getting more and more excited. They had to admit that Tian Bowen should be quite strong. Zhong Zhiran, who had been struggling for many years in the apocalypse, was facing When he is strong, the blood all over his body seems to be boiling. Maybe this is Mu Qiang.

Zhong Zhiran handed the empty bowl to Feng Fang, buttoned the hem of his coat, and walked to Tian Zeyu who was lying on the ground refusing to get up and be beaten again.

"Get up, go to the side, I'll do it."

Tian Zeyu stopped wailing when he opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhong Zhiran's small waist and frowned. He gritted his teeth and got up from the ground again.

"Stay away, you're just getting beaten. It's not like you haven't been beaten before. Don't join in the fun. You have small arms and legs. If my brother kicks you, you won't be able to lie down for three to five days."

Tian Bowen also dropped his stance when Zhong Zhiran came over. He could beat his brother, but he would not hit women.

(End of this chapter)