That night, Zhang Feng slept very badly.
So much so that when the sun was high up in the sky, he still had panda eyes and mosquito kisses all over his face. He was snoring loudly in the shadow under the crooked tree.
So much so that Gouzi and the others came.
Seeing that there was no business to be done, they covered Zhang Feng's face with a lotus leaf and left.
"Gulp … Gulp …"
After some time, Zhang Feng was so hot that he almost stopped breathing.
Then, he woke up amidst the protest of his stomach.
What entered his eyes was a large patch of green, which almost made Zhang Feng think that he had transmigrated again.
After pondering for a long time, he realized that this thing was just a lotus leaf. Zhang Feng was so angry that he cursed Gouzi and said that he was going to murder him.
It also attracted a few patrolling guards. After confirming that this was a farce, the guards left with a strange expression. There was no choice. It was useless to say anything now. The most important thing was to worship the temple of the five viscera first.
He yelled.
The boss of a dumpling stall across the street brought a big bowl of dumplings over. He didn't even want the money and left.
How could Zhang Feng be willing?
While the two of them were arguing, the man who bought the dumplings became anxious. He grabbed Zhang Feng's collar and asked, "Are you going to eat it or not?"
Zhang Feng was terrified.
He raised his hands in surrender. Only then did the man put him on the ground in satisfaction.
The Tang people were so simple.
The name of a good person was useful. Even if you went out to eat, you didn't need to bring money at all!
If you dared to mention money?
The boss of the stall would either hold a kitchen knife, a rolling pin, or a fist as big as a sandbag to greet you.
What a cute and simple person!
Zhang Feng squatted on the ground, holding the big bowl and sucking the dumplings.
A bowl of dumplings finally stopped his stomach from making a fuss.
Zhang Feng had nothing to do again.
He moved the stool to a shady place. Seeing the daughter of the boss of the dumplings staring at him, Zhang Feng waved his hand and said, "Xiao Ya, come over here!"
"Oh!"
The little girl responded in a crisp voice, and then ran over eagerly.
Usually, when Zhang Feng was bored to death, he would find some children to play with him in the shop. What kind of games?
They were competing to see who could eat faster.
Moreover, all the children were fascinated by the Big Mouth game that he invented.
Xiao Ya was only eight or nine years old. Because she was malnourished, her hair was still yellow like straw.
She wasn't afraid when she saw Zhang Feng. She asked, "Brother, are we going to play the game of Big Mouth? Brother Gouzi and the others aren't here! "
"No, no, no. Look at this!"
As he spoke, Zhang Feng took out a piece of silver from his bosom and said, "Big Brother isn't feeling well today. Help Big Brother fan me, and Big Brother will give you money, okay?"
"No! Big Brother is a good person. Daddy won't let me take your money! "
As she spoke, the little girl didn't even look at the pitch-black silver in Zhang Feng's hand that was full of teeth marks. ,
That was awkward.
Zhang Feng scratched his head. "Then, help Big Brother fan me. When Big Brother is better, I'll give you braised pork, okay?" “
"Okay!"
The deal was quickly reached.
Zhang Feng lay on the recliner happily.
The little girl started fanning with all her might.
Although her little clothes were already drenched, at the thought of being able to eat delicious braised pork with her mother at night, Xiao Ya held back her strength and started fanning with all her might.
In fact, Xiao Ya's father had already seen it, but he pretended not to see it.
Zhang Feng was a good person.
That was something that everyone on this street knew.
However, Zhang Feng also had a nickname.
Slacker.
The super lazy kind.
Moreover, he was a prodigal.
He didn't run the shop properly and only knew how to sleep all day. Not to mention that, no one knew where he got the money from. Every day, he would take out a handful of money and give it away.
This also made the neighbors sigh secretly.
He was a good person!
However, he was a poor man. At the age of twenty, he didn't join the army, nor did he go to the Imperial College. All he did was sleep all day.
And he was a f * cking bachelor …
As a man, Boss Hun saw the heavy dark circles under Zhang Feng's eyes at a glance. He was missing a woman!
"Alas! Such a good boy. Is there something wrong with his body or something? "
At the thought of this.
Boss Hun Dun endured the pain and went to the winery next door to buy two taels of wine. Then, he walked slowly to Zhang Feng's side.
"Little brother, you're still sleeping there!"
Seeing that Xiao Ya's father was here.
How could Zhang Feng still be sleepy?
"Hey, Brother He, you're not guarding the stall?"
"Hey! What's there to guard? There's no one here. Besides, I have a problem with that guy. Even if I leave it on the street, no one will want it! "
"It's all because I'm popular!"
Brother He smiled honestly and said, "Feng, I see that you have dark circles under your eyes these days. Could it be that you didn't sleep well?"
"If there's something wrong with your body, go see a doctor. Although I don't have money, I'm familiar with all the neighbors on this street. I know a doctor who specializes in men's diseases. Why don't you …"
"Fine!"
Zhang Feng's face instantly darkened.
"Brother He, you … Fine, fine, fine, I'm all right. There's no problem!"
Although he said so, Zhang Feng still felt a little guilty. Damn, he was hallucinating. But he was sure that there was nothing wrong with him!
It was embarrassing to say this in front of Xiao Ya. Seeing that Mr. He was carrying a bamboo bottle of wine, he pulled Mr. He into the store.
"Brother He, we've known each other for more than half a year, but you haven't tasted my cooking. Today, I'll let you have a taste. Let's talk while eating!"
Mr. He was flattered and waved his hand repeatedly. But he couldn't resist Zhang Feng's persuasion. Just now, he seemed to have pushed Zhang Feng into a corner. Now, Mr. He was holding his collar, but his face was red and he couldn't pull it up. Finally, Mr. He compromised.
"Okay, okay, let's go in. I have something important to tell you!"
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