He asked about the price of mercurochrome and eggs. Could it be that he really wanted to exchange money for Yan Mingli's safety?
Listening to her irrelevant chatter, Nie Hongshan felt that something was not simple, but he could not figure it out for a moment.
"Sixteen pounds of eggs, 48 cents per pound, ten eggs count as one pound, so five cents each!" Mo Yutong was still calculating and looked up at Yang Goudan.
Five cents a piece, Mo Zhiqing is really rich! Yang Goudan rubbed his hands together and said excitedly: "My family didn't lose much, just over twenty."
"More than 30 items were lost at my house..." "More than 40 items were lost at my house..." "A full 70 or 80 items were lost at my house..."
Mo Yutong pulled the shoulder bag strap and slowly looked at the members. Perhaps it was the fire on the ramie stalks flickering in the wind that made her blink.
Seeing that her eyes seemed to be a little uncomfortable, Yan Mingli quickly moved towards the fire to block the most glaring light for her.
"Your hens have so many butts, they lay seven or eight eggs a day. Then quickly send them to the commune to get red flowers and award them as advanced egg-laying hens and model hens."
Er Laizi's undisguised laughter suppressed the members' increasingly exaggerated comparisons.
They just want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a little money. Is it necessary to break the window paper?
Anyway, it was Mo Zhiqing who gave the money, so what does it have to do with him? He really doesn't care about anything else!
"More than twenty eggs are not enough. They can't even be exchanged for two kilograms of first-grade meat in the food company." Seeing that Yang Goudan was getting more and more excited, Mo Yutong spoke more calmly.
Another piece of top-notch meat has been brought into the picture. Look how excited Yang Goudan is. What is Mo Zhiqing thinking?
The more he couldn't figure out the details, and the more he couldn't understand the answers, the more flustered and uneasy Nie Hongshan became, and that feeling of "something bad was going to happen" began to emerge again.
"The meat is expensive, and you need a ticket." Yang Goudan's eyes lit up with excitement, as if he had already seen a bowl full of fatty meat slices placed in front of him.
Mo Zhiqing is an officer at the meat processing plant, so does that mean...she takes care of herself like this? He couldn't help but imagine it.
"How much did you lose? Make up the money so you can buy meat." Mo Yutong took advantage of his daydreaming and continued to speak calmly.
Just now at Wujiabazi, she learned a brief about Yang Goudan from Wu Ergou. She knew that he was a gambler and that they had indeed played cards together that night.
Tsk… Liao Qingyun and Ma Xinguo looked at each other and couldn't help but raise their eyebrows. Mo Zhiqing was hinting at something and trying to lure them into a trap.
In the language environment deliberately created by Mo Yutong, Yang Goudan was confused as to what was happening, but Xiao Chunrong and others were clear-headed as bystanders.
Especially Yao Junkun, he was born in the grassroots militia. He has arrested many people over the years and even cooperated with the armed forces on duty. He has observed and learned many interrogations from the sidelines.
It's going to be bad! Mo Zhiqing was just setting up a condom, and now he's probably going to take it back.
"Two pounds of fat slices will be enough." Yang Goudan's eyes lit up and he immediately opened his mouth as loudly as possible.
If you have meat but don’t eat it, you are an idiot!
Finished! Nie Hongshan really wanted to knock Yang Goudan unconscious with his pipe. Eat, eat, eat. He was afraid that he would be eaten into the circle.
The second half of the sentence was just a test, and the first half was the main point. Yang Goudan, who was obviously immersed in the triple temptation of eggs, money and meat, did not take the first half of the sentence into his ears at all.
Although they knew that Mo Yutong had "ulterior motives", Xiao Chunrong and the other two did not speak up to remind him. They were still frightened by the attack just now.
If Mo Zhiqing brings up this regulation or that policy again to put them on a pedestal, they will have no chance of escaping unscathed unless they fall flat on their faces today.
Besides, Xiao Chunrong had no intention of speaking, so neither Yao Junkun nor Nie Hongshan could take the initiative to speak.
"I stole the bucket from the cowshed. How much did you sell it for?" Mo Yutong curved his eyes and smiled faintly.
"Two pieces..." Yang Goudan answered casually.
Mo Yutong curled the corners of her mouth in satisfaction towards the young man beside her. The young man looked at her with a smile, and his eyes were filled with the simplest warmth.
This is his little girl, a smart little girl!
As soon as the words fell, shouts broke out in the crowd. This was the thief crying "stop thief" and making a fool of them!
The little bitch deliberately set a trap for him to fall into! Damn it, he'll see if he can't kill her.
Yang Goudan's eyes bulged and he rushed towards Mo Yutong with all his strength.
How could Yan Mingli not even be able to protect the little girl? He kicked Yang Goudan's butt with his right foot, put his left arm around her waist, stepped back, and quickly took her to the eaves nearby.
Yang Goudan was already running strong, and Yan Mingli's kick accelerated him even further, causing him to fall uncontrollably down the slope into the crowd.
Seeing how aggressively he was coming, the members of the cooperative were afraid to avoid him and all retreated in panic to both sides, leaving a stumbling path for him.
"Yang Goudan, I didn't kill you yesterday afternoon, and now you are in a hurry to hit me to death. Fuck you!" An angry shout suddenly came from the shadows, accompanied by Yang Goudan's screams.
This sudden change of events left everyone confused. Who was this person? He didn't sound like someone from their team!
"Wu Ergou, you bastard, dare to hurt your grandfather? I will kill you." Yang Goudan also shouted angrily, and the sound of flesh and bones colliding was heard.
The torches of the nearby members immediately turned in a different direction, clearly illuminating the two people who were wrestling on the ground.
"This is really a case of dogs biting each other and getting both ends up with fur in their mouths." Yang Feng, who pounced over, now vaguely understood something, but seemed even more confused.
How did my sister-in-law know that Yang Goudan’s injury was caused by Wu Ergou, and how did she convince Wu Ergou to come here?
At this moment, not only Yang Feng was full of doubts, but Yan Mingli also looked at the little girl in confusion.
She had just arrived at the brigade, so logically she shouldn't understand the complicated relationships between the members, but his little girl couldn't be treated with common sense, right?
"Let go for now. I'll talk to you slowly when we get home." Mo Yutong couldn't help but pinch the hand on her waist. It had been almost half a minute, and now she was not afraid of being seen.
"Okay! Let's talk about it when we get home!" Yan Mingli's eyes warmed up, his ears turned red, and he reluctantly let go of her hand.
Fortunately, most of the members were watching the two people fighting fiercely down the hill, so no one noticed them for a while.
Of course, this was just Yan Mingli's self-righteous opinion. For example, the people from the Nie family had been looking at them with murderous eyes from beginning to end.
Especially Nie Xiaofeng, his poisonous eyes were full of cold hatred.
"Wu Ergou, you little bastard, you bastard, let go of me, let go." Aunt Yang rushed down the slope and jumped to try to pull them apart.
But no matter how fierce or how good at throwing tantrums Aunt Yang was, she was still a middle-aged woman and could never be a match for two hot-blooded young men.
The two men were so furious that they couldn't stop fighting just because she said a few words. Not only did the fight get more intense, but she was also hit hard with a few punches.
Aunt Yang was beaten so hard that she saw stars and could only sit on the ground with her hands covering her forehead and screaming, not daring to move forward again.
Then they saw two people rolling back and forth in the mud at the bottom of the slope, and a group of onlookers followed them, moving two steps to the left and then one step to the right in a regular pattern.
It is imperative to force the battle scene from a small scroll of landscape painting to a painting of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains.
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