Wan Feng actually doesn’t like fighting, whether in his previous life or this life.

In his previous life, he was cowardly and timid by nature, and in this life it was due to psychological reasons.

No matter what, although he looks like a child, he is an adult at heart. Is it appropriate to fight with a child?

Although he was opposed to fighting in his heart, he was not opposed to fighting.

After all, he is a child now.

He knew that fighting was an indispensable part of childhood, a compulsory course. If a person did not go through dozens of battles from the time they became sensible to adulthood, their life would basically be a failure.

Even if you have never hit others, at least you have been hit by others.

If any boy dares to pat his chest and say that he has never fought a battle since he was a child, Wan Feng will definitely put a hat on him, and the word "idiot" will definitely be written on it.

According to the authentic routine of Northern Rao, the following conversation between the two sides was as follows.

"Why don't you try to hit me?"

"Just try it, which village are you from?" the other party said without hesitation.

This question cannot be answered truthfully. To tell the truth would be foolish. Wan Feng was about to play it safe when Luan Feng interrupted him, saying, "We are from the back of the depression."

Wan Feng was dumbfounded.

This prodigal woman's head seems to need repairing. How can she tell the truth? What kind of truth is that!

Wan Feng really wanted to kick her into the Yinna River and let her keep company with the turtles.

"How dare you, the queen of the valley, come to Gushan to set up a cattle pen? Let me tell you that Gushan is under the feet of me, Xiao Jun."

Who the hell did you learn this from? You're a 15 or 16-year-old bragging like that! And you're still trampling on Lonely Mountain? I'm going to trample you underfoot.

Wait, Xiao Jun!

It turns out this guy looked like this when he was young!

Wan Feng still knew Xiao Jun's name. More than ten years later, this guy was very famous in the area of ​​dozens of miles from Gushan to Qingshan Town in the northeast.

Qingshan Town is not one of those towns that were later converted from certain townships. It is a genuine town, almost the same level as a county town. It has urban residents and eats commercial grain, but it is just a little smaller than a county town.

In the future, Xiao Jun will be the number one gangster in Qingshan Town and a big gangster.

But that was more than ten years later, so Wan Feng naturally didn't need to give him any face.

"Stop bickering! If you're going to do it, do it quickly. I still need to buy books after this!"

At this point, language was discarded like snot, and both sides planned to fight directly.

The two men faced each other like bulls, and the next moment there was a tendency for war to break out.

Seeing that the two bastards were about to start a fight, the middle-aged saleswoman who had been listless all the time stood up.

"Children are not allowed to fight. If you want to fight, do it outside. If you guys aren't buying books, make room for those who are."

The other party reluctantly hid aside and looked at Wan Feng angrily.

"Aren't you from the Wahou area? Just wait! I'll be waiting for you by the river. I want to see how awesome you are."

"Whatever you want, wait as long as you want. I promise to be there after I buy the book."

The other party waved his hand and left in a rage with his group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Luan Feng was already trembling. Although she was a bit lawless, she was a girl after all, especially in a foreign place. It would be a lie to say that she was not afraid.

Wan Feng didn't care at all. He pointed at the books on the counter and said to the salesperson, "Take out all the books that cost seven to nine cents."

The salesperson frowned and looked at Wan Feng: "Friend, do you have money? You can't see it without money."

Wan Feng took out two banknotes with a picture of a female tractor driver on them from his pocket and slammed them on the counter, looking very imposing.

One of the two dollars belongs to Wan Feng himself, and the other belongs to his sister Wan Fang.

Wan Feng only gave his sister the New Year's money after he promised to buy the children some books.

The salesperson looked at the two yuan bill and then at Wan Feng: "Hey, where did you get this money? Did you steal it from your family?"

At that time, not only children, but many adults could not even spare two dollars.

Wan Feng was speechless. "I use money to buy things, why do you care where the money comes from? Even if it was stolen, I guarantee it wasn't stolen from your house."

Luan Feng was talking nonsense again: "He just came back from Longjiang, and his mother gave everyone one yuan as a New Year's gift."

"How many children do you have in your family?" The salesperson seemed uneasy.

It's such a waste of talent if this gossipy bitch doesn't work as a police officer at the police station.

"Auntie! Does this have anything to do with the books I bought for people?" Wan Feng asked seriously.

"Of course it matters. If you don't understand where the money comes from, I won't sell it to you."

This is fucked! I'm trading money and you're trading goods, and you're not selling to me!

The drawbacks of the planned economy were revealed to Wan Feng.

"Three, a younger brother and a younger sister." In order to buy the children's books smoothly, Wan Feng had to answer honestly.

"Really?" The saleswoman was skeptical.

"Really, really, his brother is ten years old, and his sister is seven years old." Luan Feng's mouth leaked out all the secrets of the Wan Feng family like a whirlwind.

Wan Feng rolled his eyes at Luan Feng's face.

"Will you die if you don't speak?"

Luan Feng made a face.

This time the salesperson had no problem and bent down to pick up the book from the counter.

Wow, wow, wow, they picked out a whole pile of books one by one.

The most common price for books at that time was nine cents, the lowest price was seven cents, and the highest price was one and a half cents.

Wan Feng selected the books one by one carefully, calculating the prices in his mind.

Luan Feng's two paws were not idle either, flipping through this book and that, turning a few pages of this book and a few pages of that book, satisfying her craving for something dry.

The majority of these books are about historical themes, such as Du Shiniang, Fan Lihua, Cai Wenji, etc., especially the Three Kingdoms.

There are several versions of books on the Three Kingdoms theme, and the largest version contains more than twenty books.

These are not within the scope of Wan Feng's selection. He mainly chooses modern war themes, such as Chicken Feather Letter, Tunnel Warfare, Who is Number 18, and Earth Artillery Brigade.

He picked out a book and put it next to it. Soon he had picked out twenty-five children's books.

Of the twenty-five books, fourteen cost seven cents, five cost eight cents, and the remaining six cost nine cents.

He didn't buy any books that cost more than one cent.

Too high a cost is not conducive to turnover.

"Okay, Auntie! That's all I have. Twenty-five books for one dollar and ninety-two cents. You still have to give me eight cents."

The salesperson added up the children's books that Wan Feng had picked out using an abacus, and the result was exactly the same as what Wan Feng had calculated.

"Wow! My friend, you are very good at math. What grade are you in?"

"Five years, and in the second half of the year it will be six years."

"You're already in fifth grade? How old are you?"

Wan Feng took out a cloth bag made of scraps of cloth from behind his back and put the children's books into it one by one. As he was doing so, he answered, "Thirteen years old."

After packing the children's books, Wan Feng and Luan Feng walked out of the Gushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative.