No wonder Qin Ling always told me not to fight. It was not about causing trouble for myself or not. It was about causing trouble for my friends around me and hindering them.

well.

Forget it, why do you want to do this? Maybe that dirty man is just a killer?

After this trouble, the time for get off work has passed. I should go home. Otherwise, Qin Ling would be worried. When I think of Qin Ling, I immediately remembered what it was like to buy her a mobile phone for her to facilitate contact with her.

By the way. After I go back, I should try the computer in the opposite room. Qin Ling stays at home alone. She doesn't dare to go anywhere and must be so bored that she can find some entertainment for her...

I withdrew some money, bought a mobile phone, and used my ID card to get a number.

I accidentally walked into a shopping mall, selling clothes, shoes and hats.

Well, buy Qin Ling a few winter clothes. When she showed up that day, there was nothing on her hands.

besides.

A white velvet hat, according to the salesperson, was made of rabbit fur. She also taught me how to wear it. I can't fold it up like before. I have to put it on the back to look good.

I think Qin Ling must understand these things, so she didn't learn much.

Soon I found another good thing.

Masks, all kinds of masks, and all colors and styles.

Of course I didn't buy it to prevent some flu. With this thing, coupled with a white rabbit-wool hat, Qin Ling dressed up like this and could only show her eyes. Wouldn't she go out shopping with me?

In order to make her a big change, I also stopped in a fake store and bought several fakes for Qin Ling, including head cover steel comb care liquid and other things.

If Qin Ling couldn't recognize herself in the mirror, she would definitely agree to go out shopping with me.

I don't want to make her bored. She has suffered a lot of harm. Let her return to a normal life. Perhaps she can repair her inner and physical trauma faster. She has been kept at home. The situation will only get worse and worse.

Carrying two big bags, I walked along the street to the nearest bus stop.

There was a noise coming from the street in front of me. I looked at it. It seemed that three urban management officers were carrying out the operation.

They are confiscating the door of an old man's stall

The old man sat on the side, holding a big bag in their hands, kneeling down and forcibly took his things away.

I doubt whether these three people are really urban management. It is likely that they are just three gangsters. They just use the excuse of urban management to force other things.

How could the urban management of the Heavenly Kingdom do such dirty things? Didn’t it smear our leaders on the face?

So these three urban management must be fake.

I walked forward a few steps and said to the group of people: "What are you doing?"

Maybe my voice was louder. The three people immediately stopped the movements in their hands and looked at me.

"In broad daylight. Who gave you the power to rob the people's things?" I put down the two big bags in my hand and looked at the three "fake urban management officers".

It seems that there is another rack to be beaten. I was about to take off my clothes and do some preparation activities. Unexpectedly, the three "fake urban management officers" actually let go of the old man's bag after looking at me for a while. They turned around and left without saying a word.

"Thank you. Thank you." The old man who was still sitting on me made several compilations to me.

"It's okay, it's okay." I picked up the things and walked over. I helped him pick up the walnuts and raw things scattered on them.

"Young man. OK." The old man expressed his gratitude to me repeatedly.

"Haha." I laughed twice and said nothing. In my heart, I never thought I was a good person.

The old man dared not set up a stall here. After putting away his things, he wanted to go back to the place where he lived. Unexpectedly, he would have a car on the same line as me.

It's already past the peak hours. After getting on the bus, there are still many empty seats. So I sat with this old man.

"Young man, this is for you." The old man brought a large bag of walnuts and handed them to me.

"Need not."

"Hold it. You're welcome."

"Then I have to pay for it."

After much struggle, I bought a pound of walnuts in the end. But the old man seemed to give me more than one pound.

"When we were young, we planted walnuts in our village. Later, we couldn't grow them anymore. We secretly came here to make a living. Because we were familiar with walnuts and had a lot of feelings, we always sold some to sell them." The old man and I chatted.

"Why can't you plant it?" said my careless old man.

"Oh. You don't know." The old man shook his head: "Originally, there are many retail investors like us who grow walnuts, but there is always someone in the village who is lazy and hates to work without work. The walnuts have just matured and they stole them completely. In the long run, no one will grow walnuts any more."

"Steal? No one cares about it" |?"

"Stealing. It can't be said to be stealing or robbing." The old man looked a little sad and angry: "I know who stole it. So I chased them into their house. There were still a pile of walnuts stolen from me in their yard. I asked them why they stole my peaches. Do you know what they said?"

"What do they say?" replied casually. The old man said a lot.

"They said that everyone is stealing. It's not that their family is stealing the government and the government doesn't care about this kind of thing. Can this be considered stealing? I wonder how righteous they are." The old man looked depressed when he came here.

"Damn." I cursed. There were indeed many things that no one cared about. I took the taxpayer's money and never cared about it. Taxed to support them. It would be better to raise a dog. "It's okay to steal my walnuts. I came to the door and let them show mercy. Don't steal it anymore. They didn't say they gave me the stolen walnuts back. They also scolded me that the walnuts I planted were not delicious and did not suit their tastes. Let me grow them according to their tastes in the future." The old man became more and more excited.

"Are these people too funny?" I frowned and my head.

"It's not just funny? They also encouraged others to come and steal my walnuts together. They also called it helping me expand publicity. They said that stealing my walnuts was something I saw."

I was completely speechless. How could there be such a group of brains + corrupt people in the world?

+He + Mom +. I really feel ashamed for their parents and create such a creature.

"Oh. The walnuts in our square are still very famous. But they grow them every year. When the walnuts mature every year, they will be stolen and robbed by these people. They have worked hard every year without harvesting. Later, the people in the village no longer planted walnuts." The old man shook his head, and his expression became a little sad.

"Those who steal your walnuts and scold you will definitely be struck by the sky and thunder in the future and are hit by a car and eaten instant noodles without seasonings, without any seasonings, and have sons without farts, and have daughters." I helped the old man curse the thieves fiercely.

Stealing is already a shameful thing. But there is actually a group of people in this world who are not ashamed of stealing, but are proud of stealing. They stole other people's things. They are also embarrassed to open their mouths that are spraying feces and scold the stolen ones.

It’s really unthinkable. How did his parents educate them to be human beings? And why did they bring this kind of garbage into the world?

"Haha." The old man felt much better after hearing my curses.

I got off the car before the old man. Before leaving, I forced him to stuff ten dollars and bought a pack of peanuts.

The fruits of other people's labor need to be enjoyed. Of course, they have to be bought with money and exchanged in equivalent amounts. From ancient times to the present, the righteous things of the natural scriptures.

Even if it is less money, a few cents or a few cents. Unless you don’t enjoy other people’s labor, but you go to some life that cannot be called human beings. These principles will not make sense to them.

Not only does it make sense, they also have to swear in their mouths. China has been passed down for thousands of years of etiquette and shame, and was eaten by dogs in their place.

No. They ate it themselves.

In a society, so many people fall into it like to gain without work, occupy and enjoy the fruits of others' labor, and even take pride in making profits. It can only be said that it is the sorrow of this society.

Sooner or later, one day, with the old man's village, no one will force me to plant walnuts anymore...

Isn't Qin Ling gone again, right?

After returning home, knocking on the door, entering the house, I was still a little nervous.

After locking the iron door, I confirmed that there was no one in each room. Then I came to the cabinet door of my room and opened the partition and shouted to the opposite side.

Qin Ling answered me and ran over from the outside.
Chapter completed!