I put a bag of dates full of food for Xiao Mingming, and then the little guy was taken by my grandfather and jumped down the mountain and went home happily. Seeing that the little guy was really fine, Wang Yong's heart was in his stomach. He scared everyone just now.

"Brother, take me to the market tomorrow. Don't say you can't go. Get up early tomorrow and drive to my grandfather's house to pick me up." Wang Qian said without any objection.

Wang Yong thought about the aggrieved look just now, and felt a little sad. So he pretended to be about to sacrifice heroically and said, "Please rest assured to ensure that the task is completed."

Early the next morning, Wang Yong drove to the second master's house in the village before he had time to eat. Wang Qian, who had been waiting early, kept complaining that Wang Yong was a lazy person and asked her to wait for so long before coming. If the mistress hadn't explained that there was no one at the market, I wonder how long this girl would have to scold her. She drove to the village to pick up Dawei, the boy. Yesterday, she called and told her to go shopping at the market together. Both of them rarely go home after school, and even if there was a holiday, it would be only two or three days. Of course, they would not have time to go to the market. Therefore, the enthusiasm for the market is not less than that of Wang Qian.

At about eight o'clock, the three of them came to the Daji in the township. The market in the township was held during the third and seventh festivals in the lunar calendar, and there were fifty festivals in the middle. There were very few people at the Xiaoji, which was far worse than the Daji. The official market here was located more than 200 meters, so the car could not be driven in. The roadside was already crowded by stalls one by one, and these roadside stalls were not fixed stalls. The villagers had local products at home and got them to exchange for two yuan for money. Of course, it was impossible to go to the special stalls in the market. Those stalls needed to pay, and they had to pay for one year at a time. Such roadside stalls only cost two or three yuan at a time, which was quite cheap.

There were people coming and going in the middle of the road, and the passing vehicles were carefully moving forward step by step at the speed of a turtle. Various sounds and smells mixed together and floated into people's ears and noses.

Wang Yong found a place to park the car, locked the car and took a few people to the market. After entering the market, Wang Qian's little face began to have a strange expression, and she followed her brother with a bitter face. Wang Yong and Gao Wei, who were looking for their childhood memories, did not notice the expressions forward. When they were young, they were at the market, the most interesting place for children to go to the market was not the candy stall, the meat stall, or the toy stall, or the stall for buying clothes, but the snack stall. When they were young, they were not rich at home.

No one is willing to spend money to eat at the market, even if a meal is not enough. At that time, I could eat a bowl of tofu brain and a fried golden crispy fried dough stick or a big meat bun, and the children were excited for at least five days. Because it was the day to go to the market in five days, maybe parents would take them to have another meal. Of course, such hopes are often lost. Rural people do not have the habit of shopping in the city, and you can't sleep at home and you won't stroll around the market.

"I said Wang Yong, I remember you said that you would like to say that you would make money in the future and invite me to the restaurant Lao Yang to drink tofu brain and eat fried dough sticks, and you would have to eat a bowl of it and take a bowl home. Do you want to cash out today? I'm on an empty stomach this morning? I'm just waiting for you to treat me to fried dough sticks and tofu brain."

Wang Yong gave Dawei a blank look and said, "You kid has been a chef in several big cities across the country for more than ten years. Why are you so unprosperous if you haven't eaten any good things? Another time, you ate a tray of buns and left me a piece of fried dough sticks. You are so embarrassed to ask me to treat you?"

After hearing what Wang Yong said, Dawei became anxious: "Hey! Are you unreasonable? You don't like to eat fatty meat, can you blame me? Besides, after eating, will I not buy you a gun? Isn't it much more expensive than your tray of buns?"

"Come on, I'll put two trays of buns to death. It seems that I have taken advantage of how expensive it is." Wang Yong continued to purse his mouth and said, "My brother bought you two trays of buns today, and I'll put you in a lot of food."

Just as the two of them were just having a happy quarrel, they suddenly heard Wang Qian screaming behind him: "Ah--" Then Wang Qian's delicate shout came: "What are you doing?"

Wang Yong turned around and saw that Wang Qian was confronting several gangsters with yellow hair with her back to her. Several gangsters were smiling and said to Wang Qian: "Beauty, Brother Yao invites you to sing in the county KTV, how about it? Give him a face." After that, he was about to come over to pull Wang Qian.

Seeing this, Wang Yong pulled Wang Qian behind him. At this time, Dawei, who was a tacit understanding, kicked a gangster who was stretching out his hand to pull Wang Qian's arm for more than a meter away, and directly hit the gangsters following behind. The powerful force suddenly hit all seven or eight gangsters behind him to the ground. A guy who looked like a leader got up from the ground and stared at Wang Yong and the other two said viciously: "Boy, dare to hit our brother."

A few, I have a habit. Damn, get up!" As he said that, he kicked a few men who were lying on the ground and crying for pain. Except for the guy who was kicked directly by Dawei, who was also rolling on the ground with his stomach under his chest, the remaining guys all got up, pulled out the steel pipes from his waist, police rubber rods, and sticks. The boy in front of him even pulled out a military sting with a blade. After the light was removed, it turned gray and white, and the military sting with blood troughs exuded a bloodthirsty aura.

Looking at the military stalkers waving in the hands of the gangster, Wang Yong and Dawei looked at each other and saw what the other party said. Today, this matter is not easy to deal with. The three-edged military stalker is not as good as an ordinary knife. If you are really stabbed by this thing, you will definitely be dead and alive. Look at the military stalkers in that kid's hand, they are almost 40 cm long, with a ridge-shaped blade, three-sided blood groove, and are generally gray and white. They look like they are treated with light and do not reflect at all in the sun. It should be a real standard military stalker. Such a military stalker is not something that ordinary people can do.

Looking at the group of people who were squeezing, Wang Yong suddenly became small. He made a gesture in his hand, and then rushed towards a group of gangsters with Dawei. At this time, he took the initiative to make the best and then attacked the disaster. It was hard to tell any rules. Dawei, who had obviously practiced martial arts, took the lead and kicked a gangster holding a rubber stick. When one foot fell to the ground, his body tilted, avoided a stick swing, clenched his right fist, and a hook punched the other gangster's big feet away from the ground. The blood foam sprayed out of his mouth with two front teeth. Before the kid could land, Dawei snatched the steel pipe in his hand and threw it to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong took the steel pipe and waved it a few times. The ten-meter-a-radius time seemed to have stopped. He said that some people had paused for two seconds. These two seconds were enough for Wang Yong to easily come to the gangster holding a military spear that was only three meters apart. The steel spear was hanging with the wind and thrust towards the gangster's arm. The kid seemed to be stunned for a moment, but he didn't know that it was Wang Yong who activated the power of the small world and fixed the ten-meter-a-half-second time around him, although it was only two seconds. When the kid could move, he saw a shining shadow running towards him. He was so scared that he was trembling that the steel pipe twitched on his arm.

"Ba"

"ah--"

Wang Yong took action with hatred, and then he used at least 50% of his strength. The boy's arm was already curled strangely, and the sting fell to the ground, lying on the ground, crying and shouting at his parents, holding his arms and rolling. This time, the boy's arm must have been broken. Wang Yong didn't want to make a big deal and showed mercy. Dawei also solved the remaining gangsters, but he was also injured and was rubbing his shoulders and inhaling.

"Give it aside, police." Two policemen from the township police station came over. "What's the situation?"

The group of gangsters on the ground knew them themselves. The three of them stood there and looked more local farmers, obviously the other side of the conflict.

"Second junior brother?" Dawei rubbed his shoulders and looked at the majestic police officer in front of him in a police uniform. The first-level superintendent's ejection on his shoulders showed that this man was of extraordinary origin.

"Gao Wei, Wang Yong?" The first-level police superintendent also said with some uncertainty.

"Well, it's really you guy. OK, this is a first-level superintendent?" Dawei said excitedly, patting the epaulette on his shoulder.

Wang Yong remembered who the police officer was. This kid was Gao Wei's deskmate Zhu Wei in junior high school. They had been together for two years in junior high school. However, Zhu Wei was the top student in the class and easily got admitted to the county No. 1 Middle School. Although the academic performance was very different, the relationship between the two was not bad. Wang Yong was in college and kept in touch with Zhu Wei until he graduated. Everyone was busy with work and had a break from contact. Unexpectedly, why did the graduates of the Public Security University come back to such a corner? Could it be that someone who offended was sent to the township police station? With a lot of questions, several people walked to the township police station together. Of course, the two gangsters who were seriously injured were sent to the hospital by another police officer.

After some registration and inquiry, Wang Yong and the others had nothing to do after a set of procedures. A policeman on duty told the three of them that Director Zhu had gone on a mission and said that he had time to see you. From this clean mouth, the three of them learned the whole story of Zhu Wei coming to be the director. It turned out that this kid was a training session by the Ministry of Public Security. He just happened to retire. Before the new director arrived, Zhu Wei, who had the highest police rank, was appointed as the acting director of the institute. He had just taken over the work, had no experience, and had a big time to meet, so he was so busy that he had no free time.

Several people walked out of the police station and joked to go to Lao Yang to eat fried dough sticks and tofu brain. While walking, they talked about interesting things when they were in junior high school.

"Dawei! You said I've said how many times have you been? How can you call people nicknames in front of so many people? Look, Lao Zhu is angry, right? This old classmate didn't say anything about him when he met, and he disappeared without even calling him?" Wang Yong complained.

"Wang Yong, you guys have the face to say, "Besides you, you are the whole class? That nickname was not given by you? Didn't I learn from you?" Dawei angrily revealed Wang Yong's true face. Seeing Wang Qian looking over with interest, Dawei was even more excited. Just as he was about to continue to reveal the true face of accusing Wang Yong, Wang Yong pushed him away and pulled Wang Qian to his side. He ignored Dawei's muttering and took Wang Qian to the big show.

I saw an old lady selling children's shoes, hats and so on on the street stall, and I couldn't walk. These traditional objects, which were hand-sewn, were no longer seen in the city. Wang Qian was surprised when she looked at this, then looked at that, and couldn't bear to let go when she picked it up. In the end, Wang Yong paid for her a set of hats, bellybands, cotton coats, cotton pants, and shoes. Such a set of exquisite crafts and fine workmanship can only be said to be a craft craft for only 100 yuan. Wang Qian wanted to pack them and take them away.

When we were walking to the dining area, the few people were carrying all kinds of things in their hands. However, they were all bought by Wang Qian.

I went to work in a row today and secretly ran out to upload a chapter! The next chapter is tomorrow morning.
Chapter completed!