Although Hua Jiunan is young and mature, he is still a young man after all.
Driven by curiosity, he immediately followed him into the house.
I saw Chen cursing and putting clothes on himself, while helping the little fascist put on his bellyband.
"Daji, what's wrong with you?"
With his "strong" character, how could he easily talk about his own shortcomings? It wouldn't be that bad if he bullied others.
So he sighed weakly for a long time before speaking weakly.
"Boss, boss, I'm going to say that I lost my clothes when I was walking crazy. You can't believe it, can you?"
Hua Jiunan: "......"
Seeing that Hua Jiu couldn't believe it, Chen could only scratch his big head in embarrassment.
"Okay boss, let me tell you the truth."
"Well, it's like this..."
It turned out that after Huixiang went out, he saw all the villagers, regardless of gender, old or young, gathered in a group, obviously watching the fun.
How could Chen let go of such an interesting thing, so he immediately tried his best to get into the crowd.
"Oh, mom, please give in. We just rubbed our hands with daddy, and we haven't washed our hands yet!"
The villagers knew very well what kind of virtue Mr. Chen was, so they laughed and scolded him while making way for the foolish son of the good man.
After Huan Huan got in, he saw a middle-aged man with a weathered face, dignified and cold, setting up a stall.
What is being played is the game of pot throwing.
There is a piece of cloth in front of you with the rules of the game written on it: anyone can participate for free.
As long as you can win over the middle-aged man, you can choose any of the various small household appliances placed behind the middle-aged man.
On the other hand, if the middle-aged man wins, he only needs to promise him one thing.
And the middle-aged man promised not to ask for money or anything.
The things he mentioned must be within everyone's ability.
Before Chen arrived, several villagers had already competed with the middle-aged man, but all of them were defeated without exception.
But the middle-aged man did not make any demands to them, and only said that they would talk about it later.
As the saying goes: Don't take advantage of a bastard, let alone an ordinary commoner.
Seeing that they had nothing to lose by participating, the villagers immediately became more enthusiastic.
It's a pity that about ten more people were replaced, including men, women, old and young, but without exception they were no match for the middle-aged man setting up the stall.
When Chen Daji saw this, he couldn't hold it any longer. He grinned and shouted for him to come.
It's not that he wants to take advantage, but it's just for fun.
The middle-aged man was stunned when he saw Chen, and then his expression was complicated.
After a while, he let out a long breath and murmured to himself: "It's so similar!"
"If it weren't for the huge difference in image, this king... I would really think that that person has been following him..."
Chen didn't hear the middle-aged man's words, and still asked curiously to himself.
"I said uncle, we are just trying to compete with whoever throws more small swords into the 'urinal', right?"
"Whoever has more wins?"
Hearing Chen Daji call him uncle, the middle-aged man smiled meaningfully.
Nodding slightly: "Yes, that's it."
"If you win, you can choose what is behind me; on the other hand, if I win, you only need to..."
Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Chen already confidently waved his dirty hands.
"What you say is so meaningless... In this way, let's take off our clothes."
"How about whoever loses takes off one piece of clothing? There's no need to show off!"
"If anyone is cheating, the villagers will go up together and strip him naked!"
The villagers watched the excitement and were not afraid of the seriousness of the incident. They immediately clapped their hands and applauded after hearing this.
Anyway, no one will be killed, it's just for fun.
After all, there were really no entertainment projects in the 1990s.
What's more, it's still in a closed mountain village in the north...
Seeing Mr. Chen's stinky virtues, the middle-aged man was even more convinced that he was not the one he used to be...the one who would always stand silently behind "Ting Meng" and help him conquer the world.
Because if it was really that person, even if he was blinded, he would definitely not be so boring...
