A scrap collection station comes to mind

Chen Muyu didn't take it seriously. Even if the other party retaliates afterwards, Chen Muyu is not afraid. He will definitely make the other party pay a heavier price.

Chen Muyu is not a person who takes the initiative to stir up trouble, but he is not a person who is afraid of trouble. He believes that if Mo Zaiyan is wise enough, he should know what to do. Others are afraid of offending him, Lao Junguan, but he is not afraid.

As the old saying goes, no matter how advanced your skills are, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife. No matter how advanced your cultivation is, Mo Zaiyan is just an ordinary person with a body of flesh and blood. You have many ways to manipulate him. If you piss him off, you can just slap him. I don’t believe he can withstand the freezing cannon!

No matter what happens, after he repairs the mecha, Lao Junguan can dismantle it for him.

Mo Zaiyan is indeed a person with excellent psychological quality. He can endure it as long as he can, which is not something that everyone can do.

…

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Mian City, Zitong County.

In a remote mountainous area, a white car was driving hard on the mountain road.

The mountain is high, the slope is steep, and the weather is cold. Although it is a hardened cement road, there is some frost on the road and the wheels are a little slippery.

There was still more than a mile away from the destination of Liangjiacun. When he missed a truck coming down from above, the wheels got stuck in the mud on the roadside. Wu Xiaobao tried for a long time, and the wheels started to smoke, but he still couldn't get up.

"Forget it, it's not far, let's walk!"

Standing on the roadside, Chen Muyu looked in the direction of Liangjiacun, a village halfway up the mountain. The hazy mist shrouded it, looming like a shy beauty with pink face.

Wu Xiaobao kicked the wheel so hard that he almost threw his leather shoes off.

I made a call and asked someone to come to the tow truck. I closed the door and followed Chen Muyu up the mountain.

"Brother Yu, why do we come to this remote place? Do you have relatives here?" Wu Xiaobao was carrying a backpack and followed Chen Muyu step by step.

This kid wanted to become Chen Muyu's disciple last night, but Chen Muyu didn't agree to it. As a result, this kid turned around and became Qian Jueming's disciple.

Qian Jueming, an old man who only valued money, took Wu Xiaobao under his wing without hesitation.

Early this morning, after cheating Wu Xiaobao of his apprenticeship fee, he ran back to Qingshan City without even eating breakfast.

Wu Xiaobao became a master and felt very good about himself. He also thought that according to his seniority, Chen Muyu could call him "junior uncle", but in the end he was taught a lesson by Chen Muyu, and this was considered as a correct position!

"I have a friend whose grandma lives here. I stopped by for a visit!" Chen Muyu replied casually.

"oh!"

Wu Xiaobao responded, thinking that this deep mountain and old forest, full of fairy spirit, was called a friend by Chen Muyu, and he must not be an outsider.

Village entrance.

Three children, two boys and one girl, were playing with firecrackers. The winter vacation was coming soon. There were no training classes or tutoring classes for the children in the village. Their childhood was quite colorful.

I lit a firecracker and stuffed it into the cow dung on the roadside. With a bang, the cow dung flew all over the sky, followed by a burst of laughter, and I was overjoyed.

"Hey, kid, come here!"

Chen Muyu waved to the children, and in a daze, he seemed to see his own childhood.

The three children were a little wary when they saw outsiders. One of them, a slightly older boy who looked to be about 30 years old, came over.

The thick down jacket was very bloated, and the snot dripped down to my lips. I squeaked hard and sucked it back again, and the sleeves were starched.

"Is this Liangjia Village?" Chen Muyu asked.

The little boy nodded, "Yes, this is Liangjia Village. My name is Liang Xiaoshou. Who are you?"

The nose was flowing again, but the little boy still had a wary look on his face. Despite his young age, he was very alert.

"Ha, Liang Xiaoshou, your name is a bit strange, isn't it?"

Wu Xiaobao walked over cheerfully, "Young man, we are of the same generation!"

The little boy wiped his nose with his sleeve, "What's so strange? My dad said my mom's hands are very pretty, so I called her Liang Xiaoshou!"

Looking at the sticky snot, Wu Xiaobao felt nauseous and couldn't stand it anymore. He quickly called to the little boy next to him who was dressed more cleanly, "Kid, come on, come on, what's your name?"

The little boy, who looked about five or six years old, was a little shy. He walked over and didn't dare to speak.

"His name is Liang Xiaolian, and his mother has a very handsome face. She is recognized as a beauty in our village!" the snot-nosed boy just said.

Well……

Liang Xiaoshou, Liang Xiaolian, do everyone in this village choose names so carelessly?

Wu Xiaobao's face trembled, and he wanted to ask something more, but Chen Muyu reached out and pushed him behind him.

This guy looks weird, so don't scare the kids.

"Children, is there a man named Liang Zhichao in your village?" Chen Muyu asked the snotty boy.

"Liang Zhichao?"

The snot-nosed boy was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the little girl not far away, "Juhua, they are looking for your brother!"

After saying that, the boy with the snot nose turned around and took the other little boy with him, and disappeared in a flash.

chrysanthemum?

Ahem...

Chen Muyu hammered his chest, his expression changing for no reason.

I knew it would be like this!

Wu Xiaobao was already unbridled and overjoyed!

The little girl stayed where she was, looking timidly at the two adults in front of her.

"Little sister, Liang Zhichao is your brother?"

Chen Muyu knelt down and asked softly.

The little girl looks to be six or seven years old. She is wearing a goose-yellow down jacket and two big braids. She looks quite delicate.

Hearing Chen Muyu's question, Liang Juhua pulled the grass on the roadside with her small hands and nodded slightly, "His mother is my godmother!"

The sound is so weak that you really can't hear it unless you listen carefully.

It turned out to be a dry marriage, Chen Muyu nodded, "Don't be afraid, can you take my brother to Liang Zhichao's house? My brother is Liang Zhichao's friend, and he asked me to come and see his grandma!"

The little girl tilted her head and looked at Chen Muyu. Maybe being good-looking can bring some privileges. The little girl hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

…

I followed the little girl into the village, took a few turns, and stopped in front of a big stone bag.

An old lady was washing bacon at the door of an old brick house.

"Grandma, you have a guest at home!"

The little girl immediately ran towards the old lady and seemed to become lively all of a sudden.

The old lady was stunned for a moment, wiped her hands on her apron, raised her head and looked at Chen Muyu, her face full of doubts.

Is this the person you are looking for?

This old lady looks to be in her sixties, with a strong build and a full head of black hair. She doesn't look old at all. She looks like a very smart and capable old man.