(Recommended: Fang Xiexiao's short martial arts story, http://www.qingyun.net.cn/cgi-bin/personal/pview.cgi?pn=fangxx, the urban martial arts articles in it are particularly interesting. After this chapter, the third volume of the siege ends. The first half of the next volume will still happen relatively smoothly near the provincial capital, because Lei Lei's mother is going to study in the provincial capital, and the second half of the Xiaoyi is going to travel in the world, which may be more intense. In short, thank you for seeing this all the way and stepping down and bowing honestly)

At just five or six o'clock in the morning, the small bookstore woke up. With the sound of the wooden door being removed, Chen Sanxing sat at the door with the woven bag, looking at the fish belly in the east, his eyes slightly cumbered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yi Tianxing, who was awakened by the noise, squatted beside him with sleepy eyes and asked in confusion: "Old man, even if he wants to leave, he won't prepare so early, right?"

Chen Sanxing didn't reply to his words, and took out a dry tobacco pipe from his pocket. He tore up a few tiny cigarettes and stuffed them into the shiny brass tobacco pot. When Yi Tianxing was a child, he often lit cigarettes for his grandfather. Seeing that he was exploring the fire, he smiled slightly, put his thumb up to the cigarette pot, and with a light stroke, the tobacco burned.

Yi Tianxing held the cigarette pole with his other hand and sent it to Chen Sanxing's lips. Chen Sanxing was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and sucked it. Every time he took a sip, Yi Tianxing pressed his thumb on the cigarette pot, and pressed the burning tobacco on the ground more practical.

The old man smiled, spitted a bitter spit on the ground, and said to him, "I didn't expect that you would actually serve the old man to smoke earth cigarettes."

Yi Tianxing smiled and said, "That's right, we are also from a poor family."

"Why are your small bookstore still such old wooden doors?" Chen Sanxing turned around and looked at the wooden door leaning against the two of them.

"What's wrong with the wooden door?" Yi Tianxing was unclear.

Chen Sanxing sighed and said, "I haven't gone down the mountain for twenty-seven years. This time I went down the mountain, and I realized that the world has changed a lot. I dare not say that there are more bad people now than they were at that time. At least people have more opportunities to show the evil side of their hearts. In those two days, Fei Niu and I were walking on the streets of the provincial capital. I saw that all the shops along the street were replaced with iron roller shutters. I didn't know why, I felt a little uncomfortable."

He squirted two more cigarettes, his expression a little lonely.

"Now that society is alive, there are more opportunities for everything, and there are naturally more opportunities for doing bad things." Yi Tianxing comforted with a smile.

"It seems that our old almanac is indeed not suitable for hanging in this fresh society." Chen Sanxing smiled, and the wrinkles on his face gathered up again.

Yi Tianxing thought of the old farmer's warmth and persistence for twenty years, and couldn't help but feel a little bit moist: "At least you have gone down the mountain this time, you have also realized the true thoughts of some monks."

Chen Sanxing shook his head: "This world is too complicated, I am lazy and lazy to look at it again, so I will be free to lie down."

Yi Tianxing also shook his head: "You..." Suddenly he stopped talking, and asked curiously: "I have always been very surprised. When I was on the battlefield, Old Man Liang should not know what we were going to make in private, right?"

"Fat Niu'er is too honest and honest, I didn't tell him."

"Then why did he kick me when I came forward to kill Mo? I felt that those two feet were not as good as I expected, nor were they as powerful as when I kicked Elder Qingjingtian later?"

"Because I'll call him to kick you."

"Um?"

"We have lived together since we were young. One year, our family raised a pig and ran out of the pigpen. I asked him to drive the pig back into the pigpen, but he kicked the pig to death with one kick."

Yi Tianxing nodded again, extremely confused.

"He is too honest, so I set a rule for him. When I ask him to save some effort in the future, I will shout: 'Kick him'. If I ask him to deal with bad people, I will shout: 'Kick him!'."

"It turns out that he was kicking me as a pig on the battlefield that day."

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"Yi Wazi, I think you are a good person and want to give you something. Do you want it?" Chen Sanxing knocked the cigarette pole on the threshold of the bookstore and knocked out a spark of Mars.

The experiences these days, especially in the battlefield, Chen Sanxing's eyes were single-handedly against Elder Qingjingtian's Qinglei Art, which had already made Yi Tianxing understand how terrifying the strength of this old farmer-like cultivator had reached. He heard something was retracted and thought that it was a magic weapon. He quickly agreed with a smile.

When he saw Chen Sanxing picking things out of the woven bag, he had to scratch his head and smile bitterly.

Chen Sanxing first took two skewers of sausage from the woven bag, and handed them to his hands.

"I guess you and the little Bodhisattva stay together every day, and you're so despised that you can eat so much oil and water. These two skewers of sausages are left for you to have a tooth sacrifice in the evening."

Yi Tianxing smiled bitterly and took it.

Then Chen Sanxing took out a large iron pot from the woven bag.

"What are you two coming to the provincial capital?"

"We are going to open fire in the provincial capital. It will be cheaper to cook some food by ourselves. I don't know that even a piece of wasteland in the city is so contemptuous. We are afraid that the city management will come to drive it, so we keep it in the bag."

He took out another yellow wooden chair and explained, "This is the usual habit of sitting at home."

Then he took it out of the dirty and ragged woven bag... a fresh fish, dozens of kilograms of rice, two big red sweaters - the ones that were hand knitted, and a few pairs of smelly socks, three cabbages, half a pot of rapeseed oil, two taels of red-skinned red rice, a bucket of strong old dried white... and a corn, two corn, three, four, five... Finally, I found that a hill-like pile of corn was taken out from the woven bag!

"Uh my dear mother." Yi Tianxing's eyes were wider and brighter than ET. He looked at the pile of things at the entrance of the bookstore, "It's not easy for you to go down the mountain, so you won't be able to move all your home, right?"

"Anyway, I just packed it in one bag, so it doesn't take much trouble."

When the boy heard this, his mind finally turned around, his eyes gradually began to shine, and he looked at Chen Sanxing, full of unbelievable joy.

"You guys guessed it?" Chen Sanxing smiled and threw the hollowed-out woven bag under his feet.

Yi Tianxing grabbed the woven bag with one hand, gently stroked the stains on it, and there was a plastic strip that was clamped between green and red. There was a broken phone number of the fertilizer factory: 4991 - Exaggeratedly exaggeratedly: "Baby!"

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Of course it’s a baby, what is a woven bag that can hold so many things?

——Is Jiebulao a legendary space bag?

Yi Tianxing started to smile foolishly when he was able to get the golden cudgel. At this time, he grabbed the dirty woven bag and started to smile foolishly. After a while, he came to his senses and complained: "You are so careless about such a good baby. Now it is full of dirty mud, and it is very trampled."

Chen Sanxing scratched his head and said, "I don't think it's so precious, it's just a little more convenient."

Yi Tianxing sat the woven bag under his butt, for fear that someone would regret it, so he started to look out for his face and learn how to use this thing.

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After learning almost all, Hongri in the east also struggled to poke his head out, gently shining on the faces of the old, one and two young men through the willow branches by the lake.

Chen Sanxing tickled his eyes slightly and sighed: "It feels so comfortable, old man, I miss homesome."

Yi Tianxing glanced at the pile of things at the door and frowned and said, "Old man, what should you do when you go back? How do you get these things?"

"Please take it away." Chen Sanxing said seriously: "The ox is so powerful that he is despised."

"I don't need to wrap the grain, right?" Yi Tianxing scratched his head.

"That's right, this is the leftover Chen Yumi from our two families last year." Chen Sanxing woke up, "I originally wanted to sell it down the mountain this time, but I didn't make any free."

"Success, I will acquire it at the national protection price." Yi Tianxing was full of energy.

"Shake the hand and make a deal." Chen Sanxing stretched out his hand, and the young man hurriedly held it with both hands, which was so touching.

At this moment, Ye Xiangseng had already made noodles with a small kerosene stove and brought them to the two of them. When he saw the mixed things at the door, he was stunned.

"No ginger, garlic, no onion, no pepper." Yi Tianxing took a bite and felt extremely aggrieved. "It's really unpalatable. I can never let Lord Ye Bodhisattva cook again."

Liang Siniu was washed, and Ye Xiangseng made two more bowls to eat. Each of the four of them held a bowl of noodles and ate them snoringly. The noodle soup was sunny. Although it was not spicy, it was very fresh.

I remembered the overpass after that rainy night, and remembered that I was eating noodles like this at that night. Everyone looked at each other and smiled, and they were silent.

After a few bites of noodles, the soup was left. Yi Tianxing saw the bucket of old white dans beside him, and suddenly came to Haoxing. He slapped open his palm and poured it into the bowl of noodles that several people still had.

"Damn!" He raised his glass to the Chaoyang and poured it into his mouth.

Chen Sanxing blew his eyes, raised his bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and the poured wine wet his old clothes. Liang Siniu saw that his senior brother had drunk it, and quickly drank it all in one gulp. Only the remaining Ye Xiangseng, who was watching the three "farmers", finally could not resist the pressure from the masses, and took a sip with a bitter face.

In the small bookstore by the Moshui Lake, facing the freshly born Chuyang in the provincial capital, the four of them were happy.

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The plane was about to arrive at half past ten, but the airport was still so crowded.

The four people entered the airport with big bags and small bags, and there was also a bald and handsome monk. The combination looked extremely weird. People in the provincial capital airport involuntarily cast their eyes.

Liang Siniu looked at the water-slipping ground in the airport and the escalator. He couldn't help but feel a little panicked and pulled his senior brother's sleeve: "Senior brother, it's the first time he's doing a plane. I'm a little panicked. Is it a lot of money?"

It was the first time Chen Sanxing took a plane. He was already a little nervous. When he heard him talking, he forced a smile and said, "Don't be afraid, Yi Wazi paid for it and said that we would enjoy it."

Yi Tianxing, who was carrying the yellow wooden chair, heard this and came to the two old men and teased: "Mr. Liang, you kicked me into the sky and took a plane several times that day. Today you can try this taste too."

I went to change the boarding pass and checked my luggage - the check-in fee was much more expensive than these things in the mountains - and the four of them stood at the security check passage and said goodbye.

"When will I go to Woniu to play?" Liang Siniu sincerely invited two young people, and Chen Sanxing nodded.

"Sure." Yi Tian walked the way, and Ye Xiangseng combined the same ceremony.

Yi Tianxing likes these two old farmers very much. There is nothing wrong with the provincial capital now. He originally planned to stay in Woniu Mountain for a while, but Leilei is about to take the college entrance examination. His damn bird son has not yet flew back for some reason. He always moves slowly on the mountain to the west, so he can't get rid of it for a while.

While leaving, a team walked past her, and the direction of the team was the gate of Hong Kong and Macao.

Lin's Trading Group is going to return to Taiwan.

Yi Tianxing gave a slight head and greeted Lin Qiheng in the team. Lin Qiheng was surrounded by everyone and was inconvenient to give him a gift. He looked at him a little apologetically, and he smiled slightly to express his understanding.

Mo Sha, who had dazzling short red hair, walked over without caring about the eyes of others, and bowed to him: "Master, the disciple is gone."

Yi Tianxing said angrily: "I was still dark in my hair two days ago, why did I dye it red today? I am young and don't learn well."

Mo Sha was even more angry: "I stayed with the master for two days, and my disciple ate well and slept well. I know what happened. My realm is getting higher and I can't go back when my hair is red."

Yi Tianxing was embarrassed and leaned into her ear and said with a smile: "Next time, I will let you meet the legendary fat junior brother. I guess you will become popular faster."

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Qin Qier, who is in charge of the safety of Lin's trade delegation, has been following her and whispered: "Speak softly and don't be heard."

Yi Tianxing asked softly to her: "I heard that you are the director of the Sixth Department of the Provincial Capital?"
To be continued...