"interesting."
"And we also need to set rules, such as what can't be done, and what to do if the rules are broken. These all need to have regulations."
Cheng Chumo nodded as if he had found his goal in life.
Zhang Yang added: "We also need to win over people's hearts. If any brother is in trouble at home, just provide money and help. Don't be reluctant to give up money. You must show a attitude of treating money like dirt. When you go out to hang out, be loyal!"
"Be loyal when you go out to hang out! I like this sentence!"
"It's exciting, isn't it?"
Cheng Chumo squatted against the wall and whispered: "Last time you said that the brother who was hanging out in Hongxing was like this too?"
"Not so good."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a miserable howl coming from the corner of the street.
After a while, the Japanese monk walked naked onto the street. His expression was very exciting, sometimes frightened, sometimes angry.
It was so cold that I was shivering.
As luck would have it, a group of patrolling officers and soldiers happened to pass by.
The Japanese monk looked at this group of officers and soldiers.
This team of officers and soldiers also looked at the Japanese monk.
"Poor monk..."
The Japanese monk hasn't said anything yet.
A group of officers and soldiers captured the Japanese monk.
The Japanese monk struggled and said, "Why are you arresting me?"
The officer said: "Who told you to wander around the street without clothes? Why? Do you want to act like a hooligan?"
The Japanese monk who was being escorted by officers and soldiers said, "I am the envoy!"
"Can the messenger not wear clothes?"
"Poor monk..."
I don't know how to explain it, but the Japanese monk wants to cry but has no tears.
"Let me go, I've been robbed."
"Is there any evidence?"
"I'm already like this, what do you think?"
…
"I don't know who took off my clothes. Maybe that person has some weird hobbies?"
…
"This is the first time a poor monk has encountered a serious person who steals money and strips clothes."
…
"How do you want the poor monk to explain? Do you think the poor monk has any strange habits?"
…
The Japanese monk was escorted further and further away by a group of officers and soldiers, and his voice became farther and farther away.
Zhang Yang shook his head and sighed while looking at this scene.
Cheng Chumo said: "Since this person has offended you, he will not be easy in the future."
Zhang Yang bowed slightly and said, "Thank you very much, Brother Chumo."
Cheng Chumo held his head high and said, "Be loyal when you come out to hang out!"
"We share the same hatred!"
Zhang Yang gave him a thumbs up and said goodbye to Cheng Chumo.
With Cheng Chumo’s distribution.
The store's income has increased a lot.
The model is that Cheng Chumo comes to purchase goods, and the price is 20% cheaper than outside.
Zhang Yang returned home and calculated the accounts. Taking into account that Cheng Chumo distributed more than 100 kilograms of braised pork every day, his profit increased by a few bucks.
“Congratulations, we’re adding dishes tonight!”
"Want to drink!" Li Yue hugged a pile of money and smiled with her eyes shaped like crescents.
The younger daughter-in-law is still a good drinker, and it’s okay to drink a little occasionally, but not being able to drink it is a problem.
I bought a little pig's trotter this morning.
The pig's trotters are not big, just enough for two people.
Zhang Yang carefully handled the pig's trotters, roasted and blanched them, and then continued roasting.
Li Yue humming a cheerful tune
At night, at the dinner table.
Zhang Yang watched Li Yue take a sip of wine with a solemn expression.
Li Yue let out a sigh of relief, "Sure enough, my wine is still delicious."
Seeing Zhang Yang's solemn expression, Li Yue said, "You drink too."
The wind is not strong tonight, and the bright moon hangs in the night sky.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang took a sip of wine and another bite of mutton.
Li Yue is always in a good mood every time she drinks.
It's true that my body feels warm after drinking alcohol.
After drinking a bottle of wine, Zhang Yang saw that Li Yue still looked unmoving.
Like facing a formidable enemy.
After drinking another glass, Zhang Yang sat for a while and covered the wine bottle with his heavy head, "Drink in moderation, we are still young."
"Um."
Li Yue nodded obediently, and seeing Zhang Yang getting more and more drowsy, she put away the dishes.
He wiped Zhang Yang's face with hot water.
Li Yue helped him up and walked to the bedroom.
Smelling Li Yue's scent, Zhang Yang saw everything in the house shaking under the candlelight.
Li Yue helped Zhang Yang wash his feet.
It wasn't until they were lying on the bed that the two of them cuddled up and fell asleep.
The next day, the Japanese monk spent the night in the dungeon.
Fortunately, he left some money in the post house, so he paid the fine and walked out of the dungeon.
Walking on the street, looking at the passers-by pointing at him, he recited the Buddha's name and said seriously: "The poor monk is not the kind of person you think."
Despite what he said, passers-by were still whispering.
"Can you please listen to the poor monk's explanation?" The Japanese monk looked increasingly embarrassed.
No one listened to his explanation. Everyone was so busy that they kept distance from the monk and were busy with their own things.
After walking through the lively Zhuque Street, the Japanese monk planned to walk to the post house where he lived. The streets here were relatively deserted.
The Japanese monk heard the footsteps from behind getting more and more urgent, getting closer and closer to him.
Looking back, I saw a sack coming towards me.
"you……"
Before the words could be spoken, the Japanese monk was kicked to the ground, followed by fists and sticks raining down.
There were even people taking off their clothes. The Japanese monk struggled and said, "Don't take off the clothes of this poor monk!"
Another sap hit on the back of the head.
The Japanese monk felt his eyes darken and lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, the Japanese monk was lying on the ground and looking at the sky. The person who had just committed the murder was nowhere to be seen.
A gust of cold wind blew through, making people shiver.
Then I saw that there was no trace of hair on my body, not even a piece of cloth was left.
I want to cry and go home.
Why! Why come again!
When no one noticed him, the Japanese monk hurriedly ran to the post house not far away.
When people are unlucky, they have to squeeze water between their teeth.
As soon as he reached the post house, he bumped into an officer and a soldier.
The leading officer said: "Some people say there is a monk without clothes here, and there really is."
"Please listen to the poor monk's explanation..."
The officers and soldiers looked him up and down and said, "I didn't expect that there is such a strange hobby in this world?"
The Japanese monk backed away step by step, "No, it's not what you think. This is not the hobby of the poor monk."
The officer and soldier smiled coldly, "Forget it the first time. This is the second time. How do you want to explain it?"
"I... poor monk..."
"You said they were robbing you, but they can't just rob you twice. You just came out of prison and you don't have much money, and they took off your clothes twice? What a coincidence."
The Japanese monk couldn't help but nod, "That's right, what a coincidence."
"hehe……"
"Don't you believe it?"
"Take it!"
A group of officers and soldiers stepped forward and detained the Japanese monk.
The Japanese monk looked pale. He had only been out of prison for an hour. Why... why was it me again?
In the morning, Li Shimin went to court and sat in the palace to deal with the memorials. Each memorial told everything that happened in Guanzhong now.
I don't know what happened recently. The evil forces who used to follow Cheng Chu silently went to sell braised pork.
What is this situation?
And a monk who likes to wander around without clothes?
