Let Go Of That Primordial Man

In a flash, the Zixiaopai Tea House has reopened.

In addition, the time it has been open again has lasted for half a month.

The tea shop that reopened was not affected by the slightest halt because of the last suspension of business; instead, the business has entered a continuous boom since the day of opening.

Say no humble words, this little valley of the Zixiao School.

This tea house of Zixiao School has become the best place for leisure during the weekdays among the many martial arts around, a group of gods and real people ...

"One to two, do you want? All six of them are finished, two springs, come to give money." God man Zhang San shouted loudly.

At the same time, he slammed a playing card carved out of wood pieces on the ground.

After playing a good card, he advocated three. His face was unspeakable, but the two peasants with bitter faces were touching the wooden poker with their hands, and their faces were extremely unhappy.

Afterwards, it was with a painful face that he paid the reward he lost to Zhang San:

That's two small chrysanthemum cigarettes per person. Under normal circumstances, each game originally had only one win or lose; it only doubled after the spring or bomb.

The result of this calculation is properly without any problems.

At this time, however, in the morning, the warm sunshine shone in the valley of the Zixiao School.

Shining on them, including the gods of Zhang San, among them, made them feel uncomfortable and comfortable.

Now, there is still quite a short time before the teahouse opens today.

However, in order to occupy a good position in advance, do not spend money, or spend as little as possible.

Numerous gods like Zhang San came to the valley early to wait for the tea house to open at noon.

The most important thing is to wait for the beginning of the program that is said to have been more than half of the story and the "Dou Po" broadcast.

As for the wooden playing cards in hand, it's just a little show of the gods playing time during the boring waiting process.

After the tea house was reopened, many new entertainment activities were launched.

Among them, there is a novel game called playing landlords with playing cards; in addition, there is a thing called mahjong.

Real people, and wealthy gods and uncles, drinking the hot, fragrant tea while listening to the radio.

By the way, fight the landlord for a few rounds, or touch a few rounds of mahjong; such a beautiful day is the passing of Yuzai Youzai.

After going back in the evening, with the help of the spiritual power of the tea in the body, I will do some cultivation.

The results are still very good. Compared with the boring days before, this kind of life is just to make them cool to the bone.

The only bad thing is that the daily cost is too high ...

As a poor Zhang San, it is absolutely impossible to get the kind of light and smooth playing cards in the tea house.

But it is also hard to stop him. It is nothing more than finding some good wood to be able to carve out a wooden poker by hand.

It ’s amazing, every card is a bit heavier, and it ’s a thick stack when you touch it, but it ’s the best choice without spending money, it ’s already the best choice for Zhang San and others. .

God man Zhang San's luck today, it's called a very good one.

When the tea house was officially opened at noon, the two **** men who played cards with him, they clenched their teeth and bought a pack, intending to smoke cigarettes for ten days.

Now, it's all in Zhang San's hands.

A small chrysanthemum cigarette representing victory was lit, and Zhang Sanmei smoked it.

While collecting the cards in his hand, he said in his mouth: "If you don't play, the broadcast will start in half an hour; if you want revenge, come back tomorrow morning."

After talking, Zhang San stood up and walked towards the stall area on the edge of the tea house.

Because of his rare luck today, he decided to treat himself well; go to the takeaway stall operated by the teahouse and buy a bowl of noodles to eat.

correct! Add meat and eggs to the noodles, and Grandpa Zhang will have extravagance today.

Of course, before leaving, Zhang San absolutely did not forget to pick up the futon sitting with his **** down, and take it away with an arm socket.

Who knows if a man who doesn't pay attention will be stolen by a stupid and shameless man.

You should know that in the past few days, more and more gods and people have been farther away. After hearing the fame spread by the tea house, they flew over thousands of miles to come and see.

The problem is that, like Zhang San, these gods and men are nothing to be forced.

In the tall pavilion, even if they now have enough seats, they can't afford it now.

Even, not far from the pavilion, the tents built by the Zixiao School were provided with shabby benches; after all, the second-class seats appeared after the new opening of the tea house.

However, even the relatively cheap tickets there are still very reluctant for them.

And these newly-increased gods would only stand like Zhang San and others, standing in the open space outside the teahouse far away, listening to the radio in vain.

Also because of the arrival of these people, Zhang San had already stolen two futons in just a few days ...

On the long stall, various foods were sold.

After a long distance, Zhang San seemed to be able to smell what was floating in it, which was quite wonderful.

In front of the stall, there are already dozens of gods and men leaving a long queue; that posture, like these sold expensive food, does not need money at all.

Honestly at the end of the team, Zhang San looked a little complicatedly and looked at the booth.

There, there are two handymen wearing short fancy clothes like the ghost boss, who are responsible for selling the prepared food to everyone.

But Zhang San's complicated vision at this time, the focus is on a security guard beside the booth ...

It was a middle-aged man with big waist and round waist. He was also wearing a colorful short dress, but there was one more thing outside the short dress called something called a woolen coat.

The sturdy woolen coat, after being uninhibitedly put on the shoulder, appeared to be the mighty domineering that the security guard could not express.

Coupled with the pair of big toad sunglasses that could cover half of the face, and the pair of bright big-headed boots on the feet.

Zhang San really felt that this group was more powerful than the real people.

As for this kind of weather, wouldn't it be too hot to wear such clothes, Zhang San felt that it was not the point at all.

"Ah ~" After a long sigh, Zhang San's heart was filled with a sense of grudge.

You have to know that at the beginning; he also went to apply for a security guard; but he ended up failing to meet the so-called standard because of his height. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

In the course of a round, it was directly eliminated; it must be said that this is a sad story ...

After waiting for a while, Zhang San finally got his turn.

This product was extremely skilled in buying a bowl of luxurious noodles with meat and eggs; and at his strong request, the man named Zhazhuang added two spoons of chili oil to the noodles.

joke! Add more and less chili oil, but you don't need to spend a little more money; why not add a little more, and take advantage of the tea house a little more.

Although it tastes a bit spicy in the mouth, but after the hot feeling, the whole body is also extremely comfortable and not!

The **** Zhang Zhangsan just ate a bite of noodles and immediately fell into a sluggish state; it was not because the noodles in his hands were no longer as delicious as he had eaten twice before.

It was Zhang San who had seen the goods, and he saw a shop second, who was played by a widow of self-cultivation, walked around not far away.

The weird uniform called cheongsam made the little widow's posture very touching; especially when viewed from the back, the fatal twisting posture made Zhang San's saliva flow out.

Faintly, Zhang San felt that his body, a long-time urge to sleep, gradually waking up.

And let his whole person be so tempting.

Unfortunately, he soon saw a scene that made him extremely angry.

When the tempting little widow met with a bald old man from the Zixiao school, the two laughed.

Looking at the little widow, under the ridicule of the bald old man, the smiling flowers twitched; Zhang San threw angrily into his mouth and stuffed a big mouthful of noodles.

In his heart, he scolded: "Beast ~ Really spicy ..."

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