Happy little peasants

Jiang Xiaohu tasted the taste of white radish. From his conscience, this white radish is pretty good.It's watery and sweet, but it lacks the spicy taste of radish.And the essence of the radish is in the slight spicy.

"How is it?" The lame brother looked forward to his feedback.

Jiang Xiaohu nodded and shook his head again: "The taste is good, it's considered good among ordinary radishes. But compared with my family's radishes, it's far worse."

The lame brother raised his eyebrows: "Oh? I'm looking forward to your carrot."

"Okay, I'll bring you a basket next time. But it's all in the cellar, and there is no fresh." Jiang Xiaohu said, but he thought in his heart that it's time to plant some off-season vegetables.

The fairy river in the mountain and river map should be able to support off-season vegetables, right?It's a pity that Shanhetu's aura is exhausted now, hey, it's really a leak in the house that rains overnight, and the broken ship is hit by the wind.

"Okay, if your radish is fine, I will take the vegetables from you in the future." The lame brother was also bold and answered him directly.

Jiang Xiaohu was very happy, just waiting for these words.He drank a while with the lame brother, and the two talked very happily.After returning, Jiang Xiaohu turned around and picked up seven or eight white radishes in the house, quenched them with river water, and brought them to the lame brother.

It was around ten o'clock in the morning when he came back from the county seat and passed by Honghua Town, and put down the carrots by the way.

The words are divided into two parts, the lame brother has an old eater who is also his vegetable supplier.This man's surname is Wang and his name is self-improvement.

Wang Ziqiang is forty-eight years old this year, just in his birth year.His life has been smooth for the rest of his life. In his early years, he worked in the system, jumped out of the big pot in his early thirties, and worked on his own.Relying on the enthusiasm and the contacts accumulated during the out-of-home work, the processing factory raised a banner and made a career.

In the past two years, he began to dabble in real estate, and at the same time contracted 1,000 acres of land in the rural suburbs of the county, setting up an ecological farm following the trend.

Wang Ziqiang is a loyal customer of Cripple and likes the taste of Cripple's hot pot.The vegetables he supplied to the lame brother were relatively good and cheap, and the two were still good friends.

When Jiang Xiaohu brought the radish, it happened to be the time when Wang Ziqiang's driver delivered the lame brother.

Compared with other people's car, Jiang Xiaohu's broken agricultural tricycle is simply a younger brother.

A light truck parked on the street, almost taking up the width.Other passing pedestrians and vehicles either pass sideways or take a detour.

Several back kitchen helpers are busy moving vegetables out of the car.A man in his thirties with a shy belly and smoking in the shade is a truck driver.

"Hey, be careful, don't touch my tires, they just changed last month!"

A little chef pulled a small trailer and accidentally hit a tire, and the driver immediately violently pushed him forward.Pushing was not enough, and he kicked his leg.

The little chef was just eighteen or nineteen-year-old when he was full of energy. He had hit a tire and quickly apologized.But before he apologized, the driver rushed over to do it.

He was beaten early in the morning, and the little chef was so upset that he threw down the trolley and grabbed the driver by the collar: "Why are you hitting someone?"

"Oh!" The driver saw that the little helper was not afraid of him, so he sneered with anger. He braced his hands and wanted to break free of the little helper. But the little helper was so strong that he didn't break free.

The dispute between the two has caused other people to stop and watch. Although everyone did not come forward to persuade, they all supported the little chef in their hearts.They talked and laughed, which made the driver's face uncontrollable.

"Wow, do you dare to do it to me, don't you want to get mixed up?" The driver yelled, "You Cao Nima's @ Yue|watch!"

The little helper's face flushed red: "You are not allowed to scold my sister!" He grasped the driver's collar with one hand, and with the other hand, he had already squeezed his fist, his forehead was bruised, and his teeth were gritted.

Jiang Xiaohu understands him very well, and he will be angry if anyone scolds him like this.Besides, looking at the appearance of the little chef, there should be a younger sister in the family.As an elder brother, how can he tolerate others calling his sister like that?

"I cross! What if you scold it, your sister this %#~" Not only did the driver not converge, but the more scolded, the more vigorous.

Why are you so eager to be a driver?It turned out that he was an old watch, and he was a small leader in Wang Ziqiang's company, otherwise he would not have his turn to do the fat errand of a delivery driver.

No matter where the delivery goes, you can wipe some oil.It's a trivial matter to take discount coupons for catering and then sell them online at a discount. The most important thing is that between the back chefs and their delivery drivers, there can be a gray deal, which is not for outsiders.

In addition to the company's old watch supporting him, the second chef of the lame brother hot pot restaurant has a good personal relationship with him.The second chef is the immediate boss of this little chef, and even his boss treats the driver respectfully. This kid dares to do it, and the driver feels that his dignity has been challenged.

No, it's trampling!Therefore, he scolded more fiercely.

boom!

The little chef finally couldn't control himself, and hit his face with a punch, and there was a dead silence around him.

A warm breeze blew, the little helper chef Khan Jinjin's face was stunned, looked at his fist, then at the other party.

The truck driver's nose was red and swollen, and two bloodworms came out of his nostrils, crawled across his lips, and dripped down his chin to his chest.

"Ah?! Do you dare to hit me? Boy, wait for me, I told you to walk around." The truck driver was so dizzy with the pain that he was completely blank, and when he recovered, he wiped a nosebleed. Seeing, it thundered.

The temper of the little chef is obviously not as tough as before.He lowered his head in shame, not knowing what he was thinking.Two fists with big vinegar bowls were clenched tightly, and then quietly loosened.

When Jiang Xiaohu saw him like this, he remembered when he was bullied by his uncle's family before he made his fortune, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

He wanted to mediate, but someone had taken the truck driver to the hot pot restaurant to wash his nosebleeds.After thinking about it, Jiang Xiaohu sighed silently. He didn't understand the inside story, so let's take a step by step.

He parked the tricycle, carried a basket of radishes, walked to the hot pot restaurant, and said to a small group of cooks: "Where is your boss? I'm here to deliver the radishes."

"Send radish?" The little cook, sweating, glanced at him, and said casually, "What radish to give? All the vegetables in our shop are from the self-improvement farm. You have to send it to the chef, What boss are you looking for? Where is the back kitchen, get out of the way, we are busy!"

He hurriedly pulled a cart of vegetables into the kitchen.

"Well, it's all so angry." Jiang Xiaohu was speechless, so he had to send the carrots to the back kitchen as he said.