Feng Gang tried to keep his heart calm and not be shaken by Song Yuting's temptation.
"What about the peanut purchase? Have you talked to Li Qingchuan about it?" Feng Gang asked again. He was more concerned about this matter now.
Now most people in the village are collecting peanuts. Every household has at least 1,800 kilograms. The whole village must collect at least 10,000 to 20,000 kilograms, which is a huge amount.
Besides, the sun is strong now, and the peanuts can be dried in three or four days. Time is tight, and he must implement this matter so as to start here.
Song Yuting still half of her body was pressed against him, and she moved gently, saying: "I mentioned it to him yesterday, and he said he would consider it. But you can't tell anyone about this potato matter? If he can't make money, he won't sell peanuts this time."
"That's no problem." Feng Gang promised.
Song Yuting said: "I'll talk to him again, and you have to give him a gift."
Gift? Feng Gang thought to himself, wondering if Liang Meili had told Li Qingchuan about that. If she hadn't told him, it would be fine. If she had, Li Qingchuan would probably hate him and would never agree to it.
The matter was almost settled. Turning his head, he saw Song Yuting's face full of spring. He immediately turned over and pressed her down without being polite...
When Feng Gang walked out of the village chief's courtyard, his legs were almost out of control. After taking two steps, his feet felt numb and he almost fell to the ground. Finally, he had no choice but to adopt the walking posture of Pan Changjiang, the only Japanese left in "Raise Your Hands", and staggered towards his home.
His skills were still not enough. Now he couldn't even deal with one woman. How could he control three thousand women in the future?
Although Liang Meili had an appointment, Feng Gang really didn't have the energy to deal with that woman who was still as fierce as a wolf, let alone go to the cornfield to fly with Yu Mei and Zhang Shurong.
It's not a good thing to be too lucky. If you don't have a strong body, no matter how lucky you are, you will end up like a eunuch going to a brothel.
Suddenly, Feng Gang saw De Bo leaning against an old locust tree with his arms around him, looking at him with a contemptuous smile on his lips.
He knew De Bo's smile very well. His old face flushed slightly, he stood up straight, forced his legs to control, and walked towards De Bo.
"Master... Father, what are you doing here? Didn't you sleep?" Feng Gang walked up to him, took out a pack of twenty yuan Huanghelou from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it over.
Feng Gang had just stolen this cigarette from the village chief's house.
After De Bo took it, he took out a lighter, lit the cigarette with a "click", and then still looked at him with a mischievous look.
Feng Gang was surprised and asked, "Do you have to look at me like this?"
De Bo smiled and said, "You can't take it, right? Now you know it's not an easy thing, right?"
Feng Gang said nothing, took out a cigarette, put one in his mouth, and stretched out his hand and said, "Borrow a light."
De Bo handed the cigarette butt over, Feng Gang lit the cigarette and returned it.
De Bo said, "If you succeed, you can't be lazy, you have to practice diligently, practice well, and you only need 49 days to achieve any effect you want."
Feng Gang said depressedly, "Aren't I practicing with you? I'm very serious, don't you see?"
De Bo shook his head and said, "Your heart is not on practice, you often get distracted, if you can concentrate a little more, you won't be like this now. Just Song Yuting makes you unable to walk steadily, then if Song Yuting and Chen Qin come together, won't you have to crawl out? I tell you, in In Zijing Village, Song Yuting is just an average-level woman. You haven't seen a woman with real kung fu skills yet."
Feng Gang was shocked: "Is there any woman who is more powerful than Sister Yuting?"
De Bo pretended to be mysterious: "You practice your kung fu peacefully. One day, you will attract their attention. Then I will let you see what a real woman is!"
"No way?" Feng Gang racked his brains to think about it, and found that there were only a few bright-looking and extremely wild women in Zijing Village. They could be counted by a single finger. How could there be a woman who is more wild?
De Bo said: "I told you long ago that you must not underestimate Zijing Village. Zijing Village has a lot of secrets. Your master has been in Zijing Village for decades, but there are still many things that I haven't figured out. You are still young, so take your time. Before you get down to business, you should practice your skills. By then, you can have whatever taste you want. No matter if it's a black girl or a white girl, you will train them all to be obedient."
Feng Gang showed a lewd smile on his face: "Can it be the island country's Mr. Cang and Mr. Hatano Yui?"
De Bo looked stunned: "Who is Mr. Cang? Who is Mr. Hatano Yui?"
Feng Gang found that it was really speechless to talk about too urban topics with country people, so he had to remain silent.
De Bo gave another earnest instruction, and after saying that Feng Gang's skill in controlling women was useless, he was ready to leave.
"Give me all the cigarettes." De Bo finally stretched his head over and said.
"Why? I took this out secretly, and I just smoked one." Feng Gang was a little reluctant. The cigarette tasted good, but he was reluctant to give it to someone like this.
"Is this how you honor your master? Stop talking nonsense and give me all the cigarettes. It's not good for a kid like you to carry cigarettes with you."
Feng Gang thought about it, took out the cigarette box, took out two cigarettes from it, and then handed over the rest.
De Bo took the cigarettes and left humming a little song with satisfaction.
Damn, what a shitty master, he even snatched cigarettes from his apprentice!
Thinking that he would have to practice with De Bo in the evening, Feng Gang slept at home in the afternoon.
I don't know how long I slept. I heard my mother's roar like a lion outside the room. Feng Gang thought something had happened. He jumped up, wiped his sleepy eyes and went out, asking, "Mom, what's the matter?"
"What time is it? You just sleep?"
Feng Gang looked outside. It was already dark. He turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already 7:30 in the evening.
"It's so late? I overslept." Feng Gang rubbed his eyes and said.
"Xiaoyu is back. She's outside." Ma Guilan pointed outside and said loudly.
"Ah?" Feng Gang smiled immediately, his face was extremely bright...