Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

The Jia family made such a big noise in the courtyard, and Wang Weidong naturally heard it clearly.

He had already deduced the general outline of the matter based on the few words that came through the cold wind.

Sure enough, as the deaf old lady said, when a person puts on clothes, he is a human being, but when he takes off his clothes, he is a beast.

However, Wang Weidong didn't care about this matter at all.

He was tired of this nonsense in the courtyard.

With that little energy, it is better to think about how to expand the scale of Workshop No. 1 as soon as possible to prepare for the coming storm.

Also, Wang Weidong misses Lou Xiao'e.

The warm quilt always exudes the unique faint fragrance of Lou Xiao'e.

This fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, making the corners of Wang Weidong's eyes a little sore.

According to the time calculation, Shamozi should have arrived in the port city, and maybe it's time to send a letter.

Wang Weidong is not worried about Sha Mozi's safety.

As a big businessman, Lou Bancheng had some short-sightedness and failed to see the current situation clearly, but he had experienced many storms and waves.

The situation before liberation was chaotic, and it was difficult to save such a large fortune without getting blood on your hands.

In deep or shallow thoughts, Wang Weidong fell into a deep sleep.

zzzzz

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I signed in early in the morning and had a great day.

[Ding, you signed in successfully and got the skill book Proficient in All Languages, 1 yuan in money, 2 pounds of pork, and 20 pounds of rice and noodles]

Wang Weidong's eyes widened.

Proficient in all languages?

Are there 10,000 countries in the world?

Wang Weidong took out a skill book from the ring warehouse. Before he could react, the skill book dissipated from his hand and turned into crystal fragments and disappeared into his mind.

A huge flow of knowledge appeared in Wang Weidong's mind out of thin air.

Those complicated and obscure knowledge seem to have been specially processed to make them simple and easy to understand.

Chinese, English, Russian, Japanese, German, Italian...Indian...Eskimo...

What surprised Wang Weidong the most was that he could now speak Klingon.

Nuqneh?

wangweidong'oh pongwij'e'.

Hey, aliens are invading the earth. I can be a leader for the alien invasion army.

Esperanto...Taoban...Quenya...

That's right, in order to collect ten thousand languages, this book "Mastery of All Languages" even went so far as to include the languages ​​man-made by later generations.

He's so crazy and he's got the culprit!

Wang Weidong continued to explore in his mind, and soon he discovered some good things.

The language of chicken, the language of duck, the language of dog, the language of tortoise, the language of crab, the language of killer whale...

It's really heartbreaking.

So, I can communicate with animals?

Could it be that the spiritual energy has revived?

Wang Weidong couldn't help but get excited when he thought that he could become the commander of millions of small animals.

No matter how bad he is, he can still become a fishing expert.

Imagine that as long as you understand the fish's conversation and ambush the hook on their way home, catching them is not an easy task.

but.

Will pie fall from the sky?

Wang Weidong, who had been deceived many times in his previous life, carefully read the instructions for "All Languages".

Sure enough, he found a line of text in a small corner.

The color of the text is very similar to the background, and it is small enough that if you don't pay attention, you really can't notice it.

"When you use animal language, you will likely gain the ability to communicate with animals."

It's possible... This word expressing uncertainty reminds Wang Weidong of Ji Duoduo, who redefined numbers.

After all, Duoduo has played with "possibly" in various ways.

In ancient times, an army of 60,000 people should be able to capture a small or medium-sized city, right?

In modern times, if Li Yunlong was given an army of 60,000 people, Ping'an County would not be a problem. He should have already gone to attack Taiyuan, right?

In modern times, 60,000 people cannot capture even one percentage point of Juduoduo.

What a joke!

Gu Lian

If you can't afford to play, then don't play.

Yes, this "Languages ​​of All Nations" is probably also a big scam.

Wang Weidong smiled bitterly and got up, briefly freshening up.

Lou Xiao'e was not here, so he was too lazy to cook.

No matter how delicious the food is, it loses its meaning if no one shares it.

It’s better to go to Xinjiekou and have a bowl of braised pork belly.

It was early morning, and the faint sunlight fell on the frost on the eaves, emitting colorful rays.

Wang Weidong pushed his bicycle to the middle courtyard and saw people crowding around the door of Jia's house.

He couldn't help but frown. There was such a big fuss last night and it's not over yet?

"Great job, what are there so many people doing?" Wang Weidong grabbed a young man who squeezed out of the crowd.

"Brother Wei Dong, you don't know that the Jia family is collecting bail money." Da Gong looked disdainful and smiled bitterly.

"The bail money? Don't you just hand it over when you have something to do? What's more, it's usually relatives and friends who hand over the bail money, not neighbors, right?" Wang Weidong looked confused.

According to the rules of the capital, funerals are a cumbersome affair.

The direct descendants must wear sackcloth and pay filial piety. Not to mention, they also need to remain in mourning in the house for seven days.

This is called the first seven souls. It means that on the seventh day after death, the soul of the deceased will return to his home to have a look at it at night. This night is also called "the night of soul return".

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Then, you can rest in peace.

On the day of the burial, relatives and friends come to express their condolences, and to express their comfort to the family of the deceased, they will hand over money.

Da Gong took a "poof" and said disdainfully: "Who says it's not the case? Jia Xudong and I didn't exchange a few words at all. There was no need to give gifts."

"But, this morning, my door was knocked open. Banggan, Xiaodang and Sophora japonica, wearing sackcloth and mourning, knelt at the door of my house."

"Tell me, should I come or not?"

Wang Weidong realized that the emotional Jia family came to visit, and these talents had to come to express their condolences in person.

Since ancient times, Chinese people have valued the dead.

Even if the neighbors don't want to, they have to hold their noses and admit it.

"Brother Wei Dong, if the Jia family didn't call you, you shouldn't hand over the bail money! They are all a bunch of white-eyed wolves! They don't understand any rules." Da Gong spat angrily.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Weidong can understand his anger.

When the host holds a funeral, he is very particular about the guests he invites.

Generally speaking, only blood relatives can be invited, and neighbors cannot be notified.

If the neighbors are willing to go, they can go without notifying them.

That’s why there is a saying that when a happy event comes, a funeral is called.

This is the way of life passed down from our ancestors.

Now the Jia family has even lost face in order to make money.

However, Wang Weidong still decided to hand over a bailout, not for anything else but because of Jia Xudong's tragic experience.

"We are all neighbors, so I'd better hand over one. The Jia family can't get rich with this little money." After Wang Weidong finished speaking, he tied his bicycle next to the flower bed and squeezed into the crowd.

Among the crowd, Mrs. Jia Zhang was sitting at the door of the house.

Qin Huairu led her three children to kneel on the ground. Whenever someone handed over money, Qin Huairu and the three children would always kowtow to the person.

The corners of her eyes were red, but her hair was neatly styled, and her black hair was draped over her shoulders. Paired with the snow-white mourning clothes, she looked unique.

Cough, rbd*** the widow’s soft muscles あいり.

Seeing Wang Weidong coming over, Qin Huairu's eyes lit up.

In the morning, she didn't let Banggeng kneel at Wang Weidong's door because she was afraid that Wang Weidong would have a rebellious mentality.

After having interacted with him so many times, Qin Huairu felt that he knew Wang Weidong's character very well, even though it was not in-depth.

He is a soft-spoken guy.

He seems cold and ruthless, but he is very kind at heart.

If you use moral kidnapping to force him to hand over the money, he will definitely not give in, and he might even kick the stick away.

No, you are not here obediently!

Qin Huairu couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva as she watched the muscular muscles vaguely exposed on Wang Weidong's arms as he took money out of his pants pocket.

If I can...then this life will be worth it.

Qin Huairu thought this, but subconsciously turned back to look at the coffin in the room.

She knew this thought and felt sorry for Jia Xudong who was lying inside.

There was a sense of guilt in her heart.

However, this feeling of guilt really makes people feel itchy and makes them want to try it.

I am free...

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