Widow Ma lifted up the quilt and straddled Da Qiangzi's body. She glared and said, "I use you as a support, but you asked me to give birth to your child!"

"You are a drunkard and don't care about drinking. You are just greedy for my body after talking so much, right?"

Da Qiangzi got on his horse, looked at the widowed horse and said, "Come on! We will die together!"

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"Get up and eat!"

Widow Ma put the rice porridge on the table. Knowing that her hands were cold, she still put her hand into Da Qiangzi's bed.

Da Qiangzi was shocked by the cold, and then said dissatisfiedly: "Tiger bitches, you have to deal with it, right?!"

"Sleep~sleep~sleep~you really know how to sleep!"

Widow Ma cursed, but her face was filled with a proud smile.

"Okay~Okay~Okay~ Now you are more capable, right?"

Da Qiangzi got up, looked at Widow Ma and said, "Who told me last night not to sleep, not to sleep all night? You think I'm tough, right?"

"Yo yo yo, I let you come"

Widow Ma curled her lips and said: "If you don't have the ability to urinate, please speak up as soon as possible so that I can replace you with a strong man."

"You can't help but clean up the steel!"

Da Qiangzi is still young, but he doesn't have much confidence to speak in front of Widow Ma. The key is that this bitch is too cruel.

Otherwise, her previous men would stumble while riding bicycles and fall into ditches and die in the summer. Who can bear this day and night?

Looking at the hard-boiled eggs in the porridge bowl, Da Qiangzi twitched the corners of his mouth and muttered: "If this continues, I will have to sacrifice myself at your expense. It's better to find someone to save my life early."

"What did you say?!"

Widow Ma looked at him pitifully and said, "If you have the guts, could you say it again?!"

"You eat what I have, you drink what I have, how dare you go on strike?!"

She picked up Da Qiangzi's ears and cursed: "Believe it or not, I will tear off your fish roe bag and crush it for you one by one?!"

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After eating and drinking, the strong-willed Da Qiangzi came out of Widow Ma's house, swaying with a small leather bag under his arm.

This was specially mailed to him by Dachun from the capital. It was said to be the one used by Director Li. He put it under his arm and looked at it.

In his reply, he scolded Dachun for doing useless things after coming to Beijing. He couldn't even fit into this little bag and spent money indiscriminately.

He really didn't like this gadget at first, but then he gradually fell in love with this awesome feeling.

Readers who have experience in carrying bags know that it is particularly suitable to put a small pistol and a stack of cash and documents in the bag.

He strolled out of the door, still holding a cigarette in his mouth, which Widow Ma had lit when he came out.

Don't ask, asking is just to express your respect and gratitude for your hard work last night. Brother Qiang is so strong.

"Brother Qiang!"

"It's time to eat, Brother Qiang~"

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The market opened early, and there were stalls on both sides of the road, all of which were market employees.

This is the way it is in this era. It is not as absolute as everyone imagines. It cannot be a public-private partnership in bits and pieces.

Especially for agricultural and sideline products, as long as they are not in bulk and have a market license, you can get the goods back from the wholesale department and sell them yourself.

Otherwise, do you think it's so cold that these people are so freezing that they have to go out to sell goods so early in the morning?

As long as the market is open, the stall will start counting money. Whether you bring in money or not, you have to pay when it's time to pay.

Do you think this system is bad?

How do you look at this score? There are people outside the gate waiting to grab a stall. Not everyone can set up a stall and sell goods.

Then why do the market workers who set up stalls call the strong man Brother Qiang, regardless of age?

Say this slowly, and there will be a sequel.

In winter, there are not many citizens who come to the market to buy things, and there are early stalls when there are people's activities.

There's nothing good about it, it's just a few things, but the only ones who are really willing to go to the stalls to eat are the younger ones.

When greeting Da Qiangzi, it should be a little warm, a little flattering, and a little polite.

Da Qiangzi grabbed a handful from the stall selling melon seeds, waved his hand playfully, and said, "Okay, it's still early for you."

Those who had breakfast also gave way to him when they saw him, and invited him to come over and eat together.

Da Qiangzi was cracking melon seeds, talking to the stall workers, and had to respond to greetings from time to time.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You have eaten, you have eaten!"

"Hi~"

There are also people who are familiar with Da Qiangzi, and they are also joking when talking: "You don't know where Brother Qiang came from!"

As she spoke, she laughed and said, "You don't need to treat me. If you don't eat and drink enough, how can Ma Cuiling make Brother Qiang come out?"

"Hahahaha~"

There is obviously ambiguity in this statement, as if it is talking about eating breakfast, but it seems not.

Everyone is afraid of the Great Hadron, but the market also likes this kind of joke.

The important thing is that Da Qiangzi was able to joke. He listened to the man's joke and just used the melon seed peel in his hand to frighten him and threw it away, and then laughed and cursed a few words.

He couldn't bear to throw away the melon seeds in his hand. As he spoke, he threw the remaining melon seeds back into the basket of the stall.

Sleeping with a horse widow is not a scandal. There is no man on this street, no, in the entire market, who doesn't want to sleep with her.

She has the ability to sleep with her, and those who stand here and gossip are jealous and envious.

Northeastern people are like this. No matter how cold the weather is or how heavy the snow is, they can't cover up their generosity and tolerance.

Of course, not everything can be tolerated. You can say that a man slept with a widow, but you absolutely cannot ask a man what you are looking at.

This market is full of people coming and going in the morning. To say it is crowded is a bit too much, but bumps and bumps are inevitable.

If you bump into someone, just politely say, "I'm sorry, look at you, sister." Most people won't argue with you.

But if you bump into someone and they glare at you and ask what you're looking at, then you're bound to start a fight.

Isn't that right? Da Qiangzi was strolling towards his work unit, and something like this happened in front of him.

One person walked in, the other person looked down at the stall, and bumped into the blind man in front of him.

A young man said: Are you blind?!

Another young man replied: Who the hell are you talking about?!

The one before said: Why are you looking for a fight?

have to!

Just three sentences!

Just three sentences!

I am not from the Northeast at all!

He punched them with a loud fist, and the two of them went back and forth. People around them watched the excitement and gathered around. The more people there were, the more lively the fight became.

The people from the market security department had long realized that something was wrong here, but they didn't come over and were standing far away.

One is that he is afraid of bleeding from his body, and the other is that he is afraid of being beaten.

Don't believe it, adrenaline is aroused during a fight and your mind is not clear. Regardless of whether you are in uniform or not, anyone who dares to start a fight will be beaten to sleep.

Sometimes the fight gets confusing, and the two fighters team up to beat up the quarrelsome one.

Especially when people from the Northeast fight, the more you pull him, the harder he fights. If there are many people watching, there is absolutely no way to stop him.

At this time in the morning, when the market was crowded with people, it was easy to let go of the excitement, and everyone gathered around to look at it.

In fact, you are not afraid of onlookers when fighting. Winning or losing is just a matter of face.

But don’t be afraid that there will be no good things, just be afraid that there will be no good people.

When you fight, he doesn't just watch the fun, but also makes noises. Without them, the fight might not have happened.

The Northeastern people are so proud, everyone gathered around and applauded, and the atmosphere was heightened to this point. Whoever retreats first is the grandson, and that's it.

Electric cannons, flying kicks, head thumps, wide openings and closings, there are absolutely no dirty tricks. If anyone dares to use them, the onlookers may kick you.

Wrestling and fighting are fine, but you can't use dirty tricks to make people hate you.

It doesn't matter if you lose the fight. You can see that the noses of the two young men in the field were bleeding and their eyes were black and blue, but the onlookers still shouted good.

If you lose or get injured, no one will call you a wimp, they will only call you a urinary.

At this time, the two of them had basically calmed down, looking at each other like cockfighters. As long as one person stood up and said a few words, the matter would be over.
To be continued...