Seeing a slutty man happily leaving with Viagra, Li Xiaofeng couldn't help but observe a moment of silence for his little brother. According to this frequency of use, even if the waist is strong enough, prostate hypertrophy is indispensable. I guess someone is just going to go for thirty. Of course, just using Viagra as a price, it will be useless to exchange for a free machine. Even if someone really doesn't take thirty, this guy is too lazy to care about it. He can save a lot of money!

It’s not that Li Xiaofeng is stingy and stingy. He really doesn’t know that the firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive. After working hard a day, he only needs to spend six or seven hundred immortal power. However, he has more than 3,000 mouths under his command and is hungry. He has to consume one or two tons of rice and white flour every day. This is twenty immortal power, and he can’t eat steamed buns and eat fried rice every meal. He has to bring some oil and fishy, ​​right? Well, four fat pigs a day are indispensable, so he has another sixty immortal power. Then calculate the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. These three thousand people can’t get rid of the immortal power without 100 immortal power in a day.

This is just a matter of food, clothing, housing and transportation. You don’t have to worry about walking in the four major examples of food, clothing, housing and transportation. It’s a waste of time. But clothes are indispensable, right? Although these three thousand Chinese workers have clothes, their ragged appearance is no different from beggars. A certain immortal runs a security company, not a Beggar’s Sect. You can’t wear this Beggar’s Sect’s outfit. You can’t let the three thousand masters wander around the camp with their bare butts? You know that you are poor and have no clothes to wear. If you don’t know, you think you have entered a gay village.

So Li Xiaofeng had to buy clothes for these poor brothers every day. The eight-piece set of underwear, pants, coats, sweaters, coats, hats, socks, shoes, and eight-piece sets are not small. After all, you can't just give one set. You have to have a dress for changing clothes, right?

Fortunately, textiles are not worth the money, otherwise how can the harmonious country export hundreds of millions of clothes and shorts to exchange for a Boeing 747? Moreover, a stingy immortal did not intend to let these three thousand working people wear Armani suits, Guqi leather shoes, and LV bags go to war. That was the battle robe for the second generation of rich, second generation of official or second generation of coal, and it was not in line with the glorious tradition of the working people.

He quickly put on a 87-style migrant worker's clothing, including regular clothes, training uniforms, as well as a rustic military coat and a locomotive hat, and then everyone was wearing a pair of liberating shoes. The artificial leather armed belt was a bit more vulgar. From a distance, he thought he had entered the labor market. Anyway, the simplest rustic temperament is unforgettable.

At least a certain immortal never went again after he went there. He felt extremely cold, especially when the enthusiastic Ren Fuchen planned to leave him a set, someone fled in panic. Of course, for Chinese workers, this outfit was the coolest clothes he had ever worn in his life. His legs were strong and his waist was straight. He felt that he was a soldier with five or six people.

Of course, this is also a good thing. At least on the training ground, they were full of passion, which was even higher than the fighting spirit of the Great Leap Forward. Yes, the training work in the base was finally underway. A certain immortal exchanged the militia training textbook issued by the General Staff in the 1960s when preparing for war and famine, and handed it to Ren Fuchen, so that he could learn by himself. Anyway, the textbooks were both pictures and texts, and everything from queues to light weapons was included. In the future, it included classic guerrilla tactics, which was enough for such a team with low starting point and low quality.

At least when Ren Fuchen heard a shameless immortal saying that the textbook was compiled by him, he was even more shocked. Especially Taizu's Sermon: the enemy advances and retreats, the enemy garrisons, and I will fight, the enemy retreats and chases, and the chance of victory in guerrilla warfare; advance and retreat with great steps, lure the enemy into depth, concentrate troops, defeat them one by one, and annihilate the enemy in mobile warfare. This later Red Army commander felt that he gained a lot, and frequently asked for advice from some ignorant immortals for advice on war tactics, which made someone very upset.

But these are not the most annoying things. They are nothing more than exchanging immortal power for things, that is, meditation and cultivation. What makes a certain immortal particularly troubled is that how to give them the exchanged things, you can't drive the Yangtze River 750 alone to the warehouse in the camp every day, put two tons of rice, four fat pigs and piles of clothes down and leave, right? That fool can see that there is something wrong.

So I had to find cover. I spent some money to let Victoria rent a house in the eastern suburbs. Every morning, a fairy drove a motorcycle to the scene and pretended to open the cellar and asked several Chinese workers to load the things on a carriage and transport them back. Although this could be fooled, someone still felt annoyed when he did this one day.

"Comrade Andre is here, please stop doing it, hurry up and load the car!"

Li Xiaofeng saw Zhao Yunxia from afar. He no longer had much resentment towards this porter who caused him a lot of trouble. He made this guy honest and honest, and he would do whatever he wanted. He would be angry and not easy to get angry at such an honest person.

"What are you doing?" Seeing the six people led by Zhao Yunxia in a panic, Li Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a little confused, "Steal something?"

Zhao Yunxia smiled silly and said, "No, Comrade Andre, how dare we do those stealing things?"

Dare to be fooled with brother. Li Xiaofeng was a little unhappy. He patted Zhao Yunxia's bulging belly and asked sternly: "I didn't steal anything, what's in my clothes?"

Zhao Yunxia opened the buttons with a little embarrassed, and her feelings were a bulging ball of leaves. A certain immortal was surprised and shocked and said, "The clothes are not warm enough?"

Zhao Yunxia shook her head even more like a rattle: "How could it be! We have never worn such warm clothes in our lives."

"Then why are you picking so many leaves?" Li Xiaofeng was surprised.

Zhao Yunxia blushed and said embarrassedly: "This... this is the addiction to smoking. There are pine trees in the camp and there are no leaves."

puff!

Li Xiaofeng was almost choked to death by his saliva. Then he remembered the first time he met this guy, it seemed that he was just rolling leaves secretly as cigarette smoke. He looked up at the ginkgo tree in his yard that had been beaten into a commander with a bare body. He was both angry and funny. These days he was still wondering, thinking that this old ginkgo tree would be in no time, otherwise why would it always fall off when it should grow leaves?

He laughed and scolded: "I don't think I'm going to slap this!"

"Hehe!" Zhao Yunxia was amused and replied foolishly: "All of them are poor brothers, they have no other hobbies, just enjoy it casually."

Li Xiaofeng smiled and opened the cellar: "Don't do it anymore. I lit a cigarette for you smokers yesterday. Let me see you rub the leaves in the future and see if I don't smoke you!"

When he heard that there was smoke, Zhao Yunxia and others were happy. They rushed into the cellar. Soon, they carried the rice flour in pairs in pairs and moved them out.

"Comrade Andre, let's live a communist with you

It’s a good day, and every day, I have enough rice and white flour, and now I still smoke. Everyone thinks that they have nothing to do, and eating and drinking is too wasteful!”

Listening to Zhao Yunxia's muttering, Li Xiaofeng was a little funny. These Chinese workers were really simple. They bought all the rice and white flour in a few meals. Not to mention the security guards, they would probably not take a nap if they even let them go out to kill and set fire.

"What is wasted? How to practice without eating enough? The emperor will not send hungry soldiers! As long as you practice well, these rice and white flour will not be wasted!"

"There is no need to eat meat every day. Just eat it every now and then to satisfy your cravings!" Zhao Yunxia pointed to the four fat pigs in the cellar and suggested.

More than 3,000 people ate four pigs, each pig with 250 kilograms of leather and bones. One person died of one day and only one tael of meat was more than one tael of meat. Such a living standard made the USA strawberry soldiers of the same era try and immediately mutiny. But these Chinese workers also said that life was too good, and you can imagine what life they lived in China.

"Stop talking nonsense, let you eat meat and have any opinions! Let you eat braised vegetables in the future, see if you still have so many strange things." Li Xiaofeng cursed with a smile.

Zhao Yunxia smiled and said with apologizing: "It's not that I have any objections, I always feel that it's too much for you. Besides, if you follow you, you'll be happy to eat braised vegetables."

Li Xiaofeng likes to listen to these words, but it’s not because of flattery. Zhao Yunxia is just a straightforward person. She can’t even tell lies if she wants to. If it were someone else, she would throw out a few straight words and would be so angry that she would be irritated.

Sure enough, this guy immediately changed his tone and praised the pig: "I want me to say, raising pigs is not a skill, just fill it hard. It's still your Russian comrades who can raise pigs. Look at this pig, this head, this size, and even the patterns on your body are the same. Didn't you see it with your own eyes? Who would believe it if you say it! It's just a woman's womb!"

Li Xiaofeng's face was thrusting. Can this pig be different? They all come from the treasure pot. The templates are the same. What's the difference? I can only say that this treasure pot is still too rigid and is simply a copying machine. But then again, if the things that come out are different, if you buy a Mercedes-Benz and come out with a Xiali, someone should be shouting that he will cheat again.

So this statement cannot be explained yet. At least Li Xiaofeng’s question about Zhao Yunxia was just asking questions, saying that he bought it and wanted to know why, and asked the pigs. As for who is raising the pigs, he didn’t know it.

"Hey! There's a new guy again!" Zhao Yunxia screamed in excitement, and couldn't wait to open the box. A row of brand new spears with grilled blue gloss made him love it. "Comrade Andre, this seems to be a water pearl!"

Li Xiaofeng laughed inwardly. Of course, it was not Mosinna who was the bargain. Although it was still an authentic Soviet weapon, it was born several decades later than Mosinna who worked in 1891. The masterpiece of the authentic Soviet gun master Simonov, a famous gun of a generation - SKS.

Of course, this SKS is not a powerful weapon for military training and militia in the future. It is not a 56-half-half-old father. According to seniority, this is a 56-half-half-old grandfather, and the SKS41, which fires a 7.62×54R full-power bomb.
Chapter completed!