Yan Mingli had no idea what the little girl was going to do, but when he heard this, he instinctively took two steps away from her.
Speculation and profiteering is a serious crime. Once convicted, the sentence will be at least five years, and in serious cases, the offender may even be shot.
With militia platoon leader Yao Junkun here, it won't be long before the militia will patrol the third production team.
No matter how good he was at fighting, he could not defeat the basic militia equipped with submachine guns, light machine guns and semi-automatic rifles.
If things got out of control and a physical conflict had to occur, he would never let the little girl get hurt.
At worst, he would surrender and let them throw dirty water on him, and then take him to the threshing ground of each brigade to accept endless criticism and denunciation by those people.
It’s just that my younger brothers and sisters will have to be taken care of by the little girl for a while, Yan Mingli looked solemn.
Is she afraid of getting splashed with blood? How could her boy be so cute! Mo Yutong couldn't help but frown and slowly walked towards him.
My God, this is unbearable! Yang Feng frowned, squinted his eyes, pursed his lips and tucked his chin in. He even tilted his body to the left, shaking his head, unable to bear to look directly at it.
How did she come here? Everyone is watching! He can't retreat anymore, otherwise what will happen to the little girl?
Danger. Yan Mingli said nothing, but his eyes conveyed deep worry.
I'm here! Mo Yutong raised the corners of her lips, her lips moved slightly, and a faint smile flowed in her eyes.
She went through so much trouble just to make the final appearance as reasonable as possible, not to put the boy in danger.
"Cut off the capitalist tail? Are you going to give me a new nickname?" Er Laizi walked out of the crowd cursing, holding a piece of grass in his mouth.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he glared at Zeng Shitou and snorted, "Zeng Shitou, do you want to accuse me of speculation?"
Aren't we talking about Yan Mingli? Why is Er Laizi involved again? The members felt that their brains were not enough. What was going on?
"You idiot, why are you joining in the fun?" Zeng Shitou jumped out of the crowd and shouted.
"Come on, come on, smell my fart, is it hot?" Er Laizi threw the grass on the ground, tilted his butt and patted it with his hands.
"You idiot, I'll fuck you...!" People fight for a breath of air, trees fight for a piece of skin. Zeng Shitou was stared at by everyone, so he gritted his teeth and pounced on them.
"I didn't beat you last night, and you're still itching for a fight!" Er Laizi didn't hesitate either. He turned his body and punched him hard on the waist.
Seeing the two people fighting, the members' eyes widened again. This is the third exciting show!
It’s really great tonight, one lively party after another. I guess the street urchins from the next team were woken up by it!
When Er Laizi showed up, Yang Feng sensed something, and after hearing his hint, he immediately understood. He handed Yan Mingcheng over to Yang Chuan and dived into the crowd.
He exaggerated the incident that almost led to a fight yesterday and told the whole story to the members like a bamboo tube pouring beans.
Buzz buzz buzz...Nie Xiaofeng is so shameless, and Zeng Shitou is so shameless.
Chat, chat, chat... How Yan Mingli stepped forward, and how Er Laizi persuaded and stopped him.
It is often said: Three spectators are no match for one lobbyist.
Yang Feng made full use of his short stature and jumped around in the crowd, making the members' brains seem as if they were stuffed with paste, becoming more and more confused.
What did you say just now? Boss Yan is innocent. Oh, yes, innocent, it's all a misunderstanding.
So what should I do now? How should I know? Anyway, if it’s exciting, I’ll watch, and if it’s not, I’ll leave.
"Quickly pull them away." When Zeng Shitou talked about speculation, Nie Hongshan was secretly delighted, but before his joy could reach his eyes, he was slapped to pieces by Er Laizi.
The production team leader had spoken, and the members naturally did not refuse. The young and strong ones handed the ramie stalks to the older ones next to them, who immediately hugged their waists or pulled their arms.
Of course, there are also rules for breaking up a fight.
For example, if you are good friends with someone, you have to hold on to that person tightly, giving your own people a chance to kick you a few more times, and you have to mutter something to show that you are just trying to eliminate difficulties and resolve disputes.
So Yang Feng and the other two tacitly held down Zeng Shitou.
They are all farmers who swing hoes and shovels every day. At the very least, they are middlemen who carry dozens of kilograms of rice and grain everywhere.
The force was so strong that even though Zeng Shitou was twisted into a pretzel, he couldn't break free at all. He was kicked hard by Er Laizi several times, and the pain made him curse again.
"You idiot, explain clearly in front of the members. What does the money for the bucket have to do with you?"
Nie Hongshan had fallen into several setbacks at the hands of Mo Yutong and had learned his lesson. He did not immediately blame Yan Mingli, but instead attacked Er Laizi.
But seeing that the little girl was as steady as a rock and unshakable, Yan Mingli also wanted to know how the money he earned from selling blood could be related to Er Laizi.
"I lent it to Boss Yan, what? No!" Er Laizi patted the dust off his torn clothes and looked at him arrogantly.
With the advice from Boss Yan's wife, he is now full of confidence. What is a captain? He is more powerful than a blind man who can tell fortunes.
Nie Hongshan was provoked by Erlaizi, and his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He was really a man who was not afraid of those who wore shoes.
"You are a jerk, yet you have the money to lend him. You must be in cahoots with each other." Aunt Yang finally found another excuse. She ignored the pain in her forehead and swung her legs to rush towards the jerk.
Although we are indeed in the same group, do you think I would be stupid enough to admit it? I am not Yang Goudan!
"Hey! I have to apply for your permission before I can lend money to anyone. You are not a good person, but you have enough problems!" Er Laizi rolled his eyes at her, took two steps to the side, looked at her staggering back, and sneered.
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