"stop."

After practicing Taoist exercises for so many years, Luo Xuan, whose hearing has become extremely sensitive, shouted softly, "Comrade, I am asking you to help carry things, not a bunch of uncles.

I am willing to spread the smoke for you. This is a matter of affection. Even if I don't get a cent, it is also my duty."

"whispering sound--"

The man grinned disdainfully, "Comrade, you have to understand: this is a new era. Poor people like me who are working hard have long since stopped looking at the stinky faces of you superior men."

Luo Xuan slowly approached the guy, "I seemed to hear you calling me Lao Tzu just now?"

The words "Laozi" and "Ge Laozi" in the mouth of Bashu people are sometimes just words and do not have much practical meaning.

But in this case, if the status is relatively equal or the people are very familiar with each other, then you can be more casual.

If the person you meet is an elder, or the person's social status is high, then you can no longer speak like "I" in front of you and "I" behind you.

Anyway, it depends on whether the other party wants to be serious about this kind of thing.

If this man dared to call himself "I" in front of Fatty Gu, Fatty Gu would slap him in the face.

Luo Xuan doesn't like slapping... It feels very uncivilized to do that.

So usually, Luo Xuan is more inclined to kick people away...

A sound of "Peng——"!

"Uh..."

The man didn't even have time to hum. His entire huge body quickly backed up, and his heels pulled on the ground, leaving a crooked mark...

"Hit someone?"

"I said!"

"What a outrage!"

"Guier...zi..."

It's okay to vent your dissatisfaction when you see your companions suffering a big loss, but what if you don't have a clean mouth?

Then you will really get beaten!

Finally, I was about to scold the guy as a "turtle son", but he hadn't finished scolding me yet.

Luo Xuan simply didn't retract his half-retracted right leg, so he just gave this guy a slap in the face.

The force of this kick was quite strong. It kicked the guy so hard that he squatted on the ground with his hands covered with cloth. His face turned red from holding back his arms and he was unable to speak for a long time.

"This guy is very fierce, brothers, come on!"

"Hit him for daring to act wild on the territory of our Red Star Commune? I think back then, when that famous team came to us to cause trouble, they were beaten anyway..."

Just when about 10 porters were all holding their poles, they were ready to swarm Luo Xuan and beat him up.

"stop."

A voice that was not loud but full of majesty rang out, "If you dare to take action today, someone will come forward tomorrow and transfer you to the coal mine and go down the shaft... Just let go of the pole, you have disturbed the guy's nature, this is terrible

It’s different.”

When everyone paused, they turned to look in surprise.

But I saw an old man with white hair and a face full of red, standing with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at these angry men...

The old man looked around coldly, and asked everyone indifferently, "Why, why don't you quickly drop the pole and start arguing? Do you want to go down the well to dig coal?"

"Puff-puff--" The poles, ropes, and poles suddenly fell to the ground. About 10 porters stayed in place stupidly, not even daring to make a sound.

Even the two guys who were kicked to the ground by Luo Xuan just now no longer dare to moan or scream in pain...

Strange to say!

Ever since the old man appeared, his voice has not been loud and his tone has not been harsh.

But it was so frightening that all those men were so silent that they didn't dare to make any mistakes...

I saw that the old man was wearing a white silk shirt that was a throwback to ancient times. It was not new but was starched and yellowed. The fabric was light and swayed slightly in the morning breeze.

With this look, you can think of him as an official who retired from old age and returned to his hometown; you can also think of him as a country gentry from the old era.

There is a bit of the elegant temperament of a great scholar, and a bit of the coercive aura of a county magistrate.

The way he was dressed was matched with the majestic and restrained temperament exuded by the old man.

The porters in front of me, who came from a humble background and could only write their own names all their lives, were so frightened that they dared not make any mistakes!

No matter how stupid or stupid they are, they can more or less feel that this person has an extraordinary background and is definitely not something ordinary people can mess with.

I don’t know why, but these porters, as well as those drivers with eyeballs on their foreheads.

In their hearts, they all inexplicably believed that what the old man in front of them said must be true.
Chapter completed!