Hong Tao originally wanted to ask about the specific candidates for the Redeemer management team and the general personalities of each person. Unfortunately, Fang Wenlin was not only weak in strength, but also had a small capacity for alcohol. He lost consciousness after just drinking half a bottle.

After a drink and a chat, Hong Tao gained a friend and a place to stay in the refugee settlement. Fang Wenlin got up very early the next day and had to go to the coal mine despite the hangover and headache.

work.

But before leaving, he patted Hong Tao's arm and said that he hadn't drunk in several years, and he hadn't spoken so many words. If Hong Tao didn't dislike his family being poor, he would stop sleeping on the street every time he came to deliver mutton.

When he got back from work today, he could find some bricks and use the spare wooden boards at home to help Hong Tao build a bunk in the outhouse. Regardless of whether there was a mattress or not, it would be much more comfortable than sleeping on the street.

"Herdsmen sleep outside, it's comfortable... and it's okay to drink!" But Hong Tao didn't agree, and he didn't need to give any reasons. Now he likes the identity of a herdsman very much. No matter whether other people understand or not, I am like this, not only

No one would doubt it, and they would even agree with it.

But if you want to do this, that is, perform the show well, you also have to pay a price, such as sleeping on the street. Who is not willing to sleep on a bed, and who is willing to be exposed to wind and rain. But it doesn't work. He can deceive people with a few words, but he can't do it.

Be consistent. Once you get too close to others, especially if you live together, your secret will be revealed immediately.

In addition, he was thinking far ahead. He might disappear from here one day, or he might see someone he didn't like before leaving, such as those fake monks from the Ascetic Order, and kill a few more casually. Once investigated,

It's hard to say whether it will be traced to yourself.

At bad times, whoever has more contact with him will be unlucky. Profiteers like Iszawi have excuses to get away with it, but people like Fang Wenlin, who have dirty butts to begin with, will really be in trouble.

It's nice to sleep on the street, you're free and you don't care about anyone. And sitting in the corner of the busiest commercial street and watching all kinds of people doing all kinds of things is a kind of pleasure in itself, and you can also find it in it.

Lots of useful stuff.

The Tao Te Ching once said that knowing what is white and guarding what is black is the way of the world. Now I am guarding what is black. Not only is the place where I am dark, but the whole person seems to be confused and does not understand anything. It is called black.

Others are in a bright place, and they seem to be smart people, but they are just like performing on the stage. How is the performance, what are the strengths and weaknesses, the people on the stage cannot see clearly, you have to ask the people sitting under the stage

, a person in the dark.

Did you see that all human actions can be guided by philosophy? Of course, there are very few people who can not only obtain guidance but also summarize and summarize, so they are called philosophers.

Hong Tao really doesn't dare to mess around with this knowledge, and he doesn't even dare to treat it as a second-hand knowledge. There's no way, it's too far away. It's hard to know how to apply what you've learned when you've just scratched the surface. How dare you sum it up so easily?

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"Hey... OK... OK... Kirgiz words?" In fact, no one would believe him even if he pretended to be a philosopher. There is nothing like him from the inside out.

For example, when he saw the middle-aged ethnic minority woman with neither beauty nor figure on the second floor of Iszawei's shop, her face was so virtuous that she couldn't be a philosopher. It was too explicit, and not only did he drool.

On his beard, he would also touch people, sometimes pinching his arms, sometimes pinching his waist.

"..." The woman was so frightened by his appearance of a big mung bean fly that she shook her head tremblingly.

"Brother, brother, don't worry. She is Mongolian. She has raised sheep and can ride horses!" Iszawe couldn't stand it and quickly stood in front of the woman, fearing that the herdsmen who hadn't seen the woman in several years would judge her on the spot.

People have rectified the Dharma.

In fact, Hong Tao doesn't care about this woman. The main reason is that he hasn't got the three horses yet. This thing is not like other goods. You need to pay for it first-hand. You can't return or exchange it after you buy it.

"...are you... sick?" Hong Tao gasped, almost reaching into his waist to pick up the ax.

"I'm sick... oh oh oh... I'm not sick, I'm very healthy, very capable, and can give birth to children!"

Iszave really has a temperament that wants money rather than his life. Facing Hong Tao, who is more than a head taller and stronger than him, he didn't even take a step back. He tried his best to keep his goods and pay attention to the quality of the goods.

It has received high praise and is 100% in line with customer requirements.

"Here we are, bring the horse!" Hong Tao nodded and stared at the woman again, as if he was afraid that he would be betrayed if he forgot what she looked like, so he resolutely walked out of the store with striding steps.

"Why are you crying...you still don't look down on him? I say you are really blessed in the midst of blessings...He has food, drink, meat and milk, and there are only two brothers. It's better than you serving him all day long in the base.

A group of men are much better. When you have two more children, you will be completely old and yellow, and you won't be thrown out as a refugee!"

Looking at Hong Tao's hurried away figure, Iszawe seemed to have seen a fine Ili horse. The feeling was as sweet as buying a sports car in the old world.

However, the good mood was soon ruined by low sobs. This ignorant nun seemed not satisfied with the home he found for her. She really has long hair and short knowledge. After this contact, if she were a woman, she would

I couldn't help but marry the two brothers.

What? It’s not honorable to be the wife of two men! Damn, this is not the old world where laws, morals, and ethics exist. If you can live without starvation, cold, and fear, then you are lucky.

If you can have a little more freedom, have a stable family, and be able to control your own destiny, that is happiness. You are going to be fucking happy, but you are crying and dissatisfied, how embarrassing it is for me!

Regarding this transaction, it was really unplanned. No one expected that a naive herdsman would be willing to pay the price of three good horses in order to marry a wife.

At first, I just said it casually, mostly as a mockery and sometimes as an extortionate price. Unexpectedly, the other party agreed easily and seemed quite satisfied.

You know, it is not difficult to get a middle-aged nun in white who is not too young and has given birth to a child in the Yining base. If you have the connections, you can get a mule or even a donkey. But the current price makes me talk about three.

The horse was a mature Ili mare that had been tamed, and it was a huge profit.

"Alas..." But when he thought that he could only get one of the three horses, Iszawi couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Those damn ascetic monks can turn the nuns in white who have not yet reached the age of elimination into those who have passed the age of elimination with just a few words and procedures, and make huge profits from it. But he has to fawn on both sides and work hard to force the separation.

A cup of soup.

And there is still a lot of water in this cup. For example, as time goes by, that silly herdsman gradually learns about the market here, and he will definitely know that he has cheated him at least one and a half times.

But it doesn’t matter, Iszawi is not afraid of that gleaming hatchet. In this era, refugees who are running around for a living have a short life, especially after becoming a gold digger, they may never come back one day.

coming.

I can encourage that stupid guy to go to dangerous places more often to look for valuable goods, but there is no guarantee that he will not see anyone one day. And his brother, who has never been seen, probably doesn't know the situation outside, even if he comes to find him

It can also be easily fooled.

"...Hehehe...hiss, no...can't..." Thinking of this, Iszavi couldn't help but feel proud of his wisdom, but stopped laughing twice and frowned again in pain.

Thinking hard.

The herdsman cannot be killed in a short period of time. Compared with a horse, he still needs to rely on him to make more profits, such as carrying goods.

Without the help of this guy's special pass, it would be a bit difficult to smuggle in and send out those obviously prohibited but high-value goods, or at least it would increase the cost a lot.

"Okay...then I'll find you a wife!" As he thought about it, Iszave's brows gradually widened, and the smile returned to his face. He came up with a way to get the best of both worlds, so that Birges wouldn't have to worry about it.

To cause trouble for oneself.

After a while, I will find an opportunity to mention that there are younger, healthier women who can do housework and give birth to children. I don’t believe that the stupid herdsmen are not tempted. It is definitely not better for two brothers to have one daughter-in-law.
Chapter completed!