"Okay, okay, you're just hanging out on the ground, what's wrong with you?"

Da Qiangzi walked into the crowd with a bag under his arm and a cigarette in his mouth. He pushed away the onlookers and cursed, "You are all looking at me. Check to see if you have lost the money in your pocket. Everyone is so stupid."

"Ouch, my money!"

Just listen, there must be some fool like this who just watches the fun and doesn’t even know if someone wipes his pocket.

The Great Qiangzi had seen things like this happen too often. When he was standing outside, he glanced at at least three thieves wandering in front of him.

What can he say, act bravely?

Stop making trouble. Those who touch bags have to show their respect to him all year round. It's good to be reminded like this.

This is called quitting when the situation is good, reminding those three hands not to go too far, this street is his base.

That's right, Da Qiangzi still has a piece of skin on his body. He is the security guard of this market. He usually does not wear clothes to go on duty at the station. He is just a security guard.

You said he occupies the latrine and doesn't poop?

But sometimes, people like him are needed to control the market, restrain the darkness here, and maintain order here.

You can call him a leper, or you can call him a huangpizi. Anyway, this is the social image he has, a rough little town.

People who come here often know who he is, and the two young people did not need his comfort. They each glared, said harsh words, wiped their nosebleeds, and went about their own business.

What?

You ask these two young men if they did it on purpose?

Sometimes I can only say that everything should not be taken seriously. If you look at the excitement of others, you are still making noises, punching to the flesh, and your nose is bleeding, so charging a little admission fee is not excessive.

Of course, there are occasional incidents, and maybe the two of them really don't know each other, let alone Three-Handed's shill.

It can be seen from the fact that Da Qiangzi walked in to start a fight. He is familiar with the people who make a living here.

If he really chased these rats out one by one, sooner or later he would no longer be able to do his job as a security guard.

If the water is clear, there will be no fish. The self-respecting bandit Zhang Dashuai is very good at playing. You are really a stick as a strong man!

I didn't pay attention to those people who were crying and losing their money. Why did they like to watch the fun?

The three hands will not stick to one place and wander around. They are running around in several big markets and stealing every day. It is not easy for a strong man to do it.

So the crowd dispersed, leaving nothing but chicken feathers everywhere.

A small place has its own rules, and a small place has its unspoken rules. He needs the market, and the market needs him.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! There is no true white in this world, but there is no room for true black, so gray is needed to moderate and embellish it.

Just like a landscape painting, even if it is written with thick ink, the tail is still not gray?

After settling a fight, Daqiang's bullet flew out of the cigarette butt in his hand. He glanced at the turtle grandchildren squatting against the wall to bask in the sun, and secretly thought that life was not easy for them.

After a few steps, they arrived at their base. The front room in the alley was not the same place where Ding Wanqiu lit the sky lanterns last time. That room had been burned down long ago.

This is the room where Li Xuewu came, and it is also the place where Dachun and his younger brother Erchun have been guarding.

After joining Ge Lin and the sixth grandson Yongli who were waiting here, the three of them went out together and started a new day's work.

"Now, Jicheng is very big and the market is very small, but for little people like us, this is the place to live and the place to eat."

"We must remember our duty. The purpose is just to make a living!"

Da Qiangzi turned around and looked at Lao Liu, who the boss lady had put in his hand, asking him to learn social experience from him. The boy's eyes were darting around, not knowing what he was touching.

"Lao Liu, what are the rules for our casual life?!"

Sun Yongli was stunned by his sudden question, and replied without thinking: "Become bigger and stronger, and create greater glory!"

"Wrong~"

Da Qiangzi curled his lips and said: "It's about cherishing life, being united and friendly!"

He somewhat dislikes young men of this age, who all dream of getting rich. They are full of bastard energy unique to young people and are typical troublemakers.

While talking, the three of them walked into the market and stopped in front of a stall. Da Qiangzi bent down and looked at the dried fruits in the basket.

The young man at the stall came out from behind very discerningly, holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand.

"Brother Qiang, why are you here? Smoking."

"Yeah~I have it"

Da Qiangzi didn't even look at him. He raised his hand to block the cigarette that the other party handed him. He pointed at the dried fruits in the basket and asked, "Is it easy to sell?"

"It's... not bad"

The young man didn't know how to answer, so he stammered.

"That's good".

Da Qiangzi did not embarrass him, nodded, and asked about a few other products.

After the young man answered clearly, he straightened up and continued walking to the next place.

When I arrived at a meat stall, I ignored the nervous look in the salesperson's eyes, picked up a piece of mutton and looked at it for a few times, then put it back down before the stall owner could say anything.

It’s still the same question: “Is mutton good to sell?”

"It's okay, I can weigh two to three hundred kilograms a day."

The stall owner obviously knew Da Qiangzi, so he didn't delay, but handed him a clean rag to wipe Da Qiangzi's hands.

Da Qiangzi nodded and warned: "Don't mess around with the money you have earned. Buying a few sets of clothes for your children is no better than throwing them on the card table."

After saying that, he ignored the explanation of the meat seller and continued to the next stall with Ge Lin.

While walking and stopping along the way, I saw many stalls, including cans, cotton, agricultural tools, furniture, leather, hardware parts, etc.

Every time he went to a stall, he would ask if the sales were good, and he would especially say a few words: Don't smoke the cigarettes offered, and don't drink the water offered.

Not to mention he won't accept money from others or goods from the stalls. He's not polite at all, and he doesn't have a bad temper.

Maybe we could have a few more words with the female stall owner when we met her. She had to be pretty, so he almost ignored her.

After walking around the market for a long time, we entered an alley on the street. There was also a front door at the entrance of the alley.

Similar to their base area, you can see the details of the market from the window.

Pushing open the wooden door and lifting the door curtain, thick smoke burst out from inside.

Those who knew it smelled like smoke, but those who didn't know thought it was burning inside.

The hut was not big, just a place for duty. There was a kang table on the kang, and four big men were playing poker.

I don’t know what they were playing, but it was quite lively, and they didn’t even notice the three people entering the room, which seemed like they did it on purpose.

Da Qiangzi didn't pay attention. He squinted his eyes and adjusted to the light in the room. He walked to the kang and stepped on the edge of the kang to watch the excitement.

After they finished playing this game, and saw that the four of them had no intention of saying hello and wanted to play another game, he used the bag in his hand to pat the big man sitting by the kang and asked: "Second Donkey"

, are you pretending to be dead with me?"

"What are you doing?"

Obviously, the big man who caught the card had known that he was coming for a long time and deliberately ignored him.

Da Qiangzi was not angry either. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing? Why don't I tell you? I don't know what day it is today?"

"I don't know~"

The big man shook his head, sneered hotly and said, "Brother Qiang, please tell me~"

"Okay~ If you have a bad memory, I'll tell you."

Da Qiangzi stepped on the edge of the kang, raised his buttocks, and sat on the big cabinet beside the kang. He drooped his legs and said with a smile: "Today is the day when I collect the debt."

"Oh, no money"

The big man's answer was simple. He continued to grab the cards without raising his head and said: "The goods haven't been sold, where did the money come from?"

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Da Qiangzi nodded with a look of deep approval, then winked at Lao Liu and said: "Lao Liu, go and give him a mouthful to wake him up!"

The big man threw down the playing cards in his hand, turned around and got off the ground. He glanced at Da Qiangzi and then stared at Lao Liu, who was half a boy.

The other three big men on the kang also jumped down from the kang and looked at the three of them unkindly.

That is to say, Da Qiangzi was sitting on the cabinet and had no intention of taking action, so they focused on Lao Liu and the tall and powerful Ge Lin.

Of course, the main reason is Ge Lin. After all, Lao Liu is only a little kid. It's hard to say that he's not as tall as the edge of the kang.

The man named Er Donkey had a tigerish face and staring eyes, and looked extremely scary as he stood there.

Lao Liu looked at Da Qiangzi timidly, and then asked in a low voice: "Qiang, Brother Qiang, are you really going to fight?"

Da Qiangzi ignored his timidity and took out a pack of cigarettes and lit them for himself.

Lao Liu walked tremblingly in front of the big man, grinned awkwardly, and secretly looked at the big man.

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He bent down slightly, pointed at his face and said, "Come on, hit here."
To be continued...