Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yuan Yi’s singer’s joy is not enough. The aim is to mix around with Yang Ke’s every day. Every time, Zhang Xiaoqiang is lonely. Later, after Yang Ke’s consent, Zhang Xiaodie was sent to Zhang Xiaoqiang’s side to serve. .

Zhang Xiaodie didn't have any interest. He also had a general understanding of Zhang Xiaoqiang's temper. He knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't look at her, and he didn't do any daydreaming. He was honestly Zhang Huai'an's daughter, Zhang Xiaoqiang's little girl.

These days, Zhang Xiaoqiang is a little impatient, the fish hunting project has been closed, all kinds of backhands to deal with the big fish have been prepared, Huang Tingwei with people 24 hours in the monitoring room, monitoring the lake, the big fish seems to disappear from the air, regardless of the lake How to lure and no big fish to come ashore.

The **** fish is a thorn in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart. The **** fish does not divide. He is very upset. Every day he sends people to ask questions. He always gets no news of the moment, so Zhang Xiaoqiang is helpless. The **** fish has become his plan. The next puzzle.

Perhaps the big fish will be his biggest enemy. The various vegetables planted before the camp have grown to half a foot. Every day, more and more poor people are hanging outside the barbed wire. Barbed wire and rifles can block humans, but they can’t block them. Living in big fish, Zhang Xiaoqiang really wants to pick these vegetables.

During the calm thoughts, the bells of his bells rang out, the fish rafts were placed on his right hand, the bells were hung on the hoes, and the fish ate the bait to pull the fishing line. The fish licked and nodded to the river, and the fish line stretched. Tightly, that force seems to be dragging the rod into the water.

Zhang Xiaoqiang randomly took the bell and picked up the fishing rod. He didn't need to shake the wheel to release the fish. He tried the lower hand, and the wrist flicked. A white fish with a scale shining with a halo flew into the air and fell to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang screamed a whistle. The left hand picked up a red bucket from the side of the chair and held the half-meter-long big fish steady. The red dragonfly was slightly sinking, and the white fish fell into the bucket. It was estimated that there were three or two pounds, Zhang Xiaoqiang. The red dragonfly that saved the water was handed to the Zhang Xiaodie who stood on the side and swayed to sleep.

"Give Yuan Jie a pass and let her cook."

Then I glanced at the fresh white fish in the red bucket. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s heart snorted. What is this white fish? It’s obviously a scorpion fish. He is so big, he has eaten countless scorpion fish, he has not seen it. Such a large scorpion fish, usually up to one or two, is a big one.

Hanging the sesame oil dough again, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the bait into the water. Before he could put the fish scorpion down, the bream nodded again and there seemed to be something hooked.

Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to pull it up and finds it sinks a lot more than before.

"big guy?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang’s heart was a joy, adding two points of strength. A group of white things broke through the water. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the thing. He didn’t like it. He deflected his head and threw it back into the water. The fishing line is broken.

At this time, Zhang Xiaodie ran back with an empty bucket, running a little anxious, cheeks red, like a big apple, a lot of sweat on his forehead, his chest was soaked with sweat, outline two small hoes Raised with cherries.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not bother to see the spring of Zhang Xiaodie.

"Go, tell Yuan Jie, don't do it, send the fish to the big kitchen, we don't eat that thing."

After that, Zhang Xiaoqiang dropped the fishing rod and went to his own hands. He threw the chapter Xiaodie where he was stupid. She didn’t know that Zhang Xiaoqiang hoisted a white bone. The scorpion fish was not afraid of eating. It was possible to eat dead human flesh. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not. I want to eat it.

It was annoying to turn around the river every day. Zhang Xiaoqiang touched a thousand kilograms of food tickets in his pocket. Zhang Huai'an sent it and was also said by Zhang Xiaoqiang. He thought that the food in the camp was still very tight and could not be so luxurious. Zhang Huai'an and the hotel shares dividends. The name of the hard plug to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was wondering at the time. When did he get the shares? Finally, after Zhang Huai'an explained, he realized that after he sold Lu Xiaobu, Zhang Huai'an had deceived five kilograms of alcohol from Lu Xiaobu's hands. The reason was that the diesel was tight, and the parts of the armored vehicles were not good. The cloth is reduced in number of zippers.

When the restaurant was opened, Zhang Huai'an again bottled one of the pounds and became the treasure of the town shop. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who provided the news, entered the shares with the owner of the bottle.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was the leader of the society. It was Zhang Huai'an's thank-you fee. As for the real master Lu Xiaobu, he was forgotten on the side, and there was a food stamp in his pocket. Zhang Xiaoqiang wondered if he was shopping for it?

Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed the wheelchair and went to the market area. He was followed by a big wounded hoe. The shoulders of his head were only rubbed by bullets, and one or two pieces of meat were lost. Others did not matter, and the hemostatic powder was applied. A little, even after the treatment is completed, the hemostatic powder has a miraculous effect on the external injury.

Shantou did not have any serious problems. He became a rumored disciple of Huang Quan. He taught with all his heart, and his body began to reveal the coolness of the military. Whether walking or standing, there is a posture like a mountain.

Now Shantou has become Zhang Xiaoqiang's serviceman, but he also fulfills his duties. As long as Zhang Xiaoqiang thinks that he wants to go out for a walk, he will be on the side. As for Yun Shu, he is carrying a wound and is hot with a woman with a child. Every day, I wondered what the child would call myself. Maybe in his heart, the girl has grown up, and he doesn’t need to be guarded like a son.

The two came to the market area and took a little stroll. Zhang Xiaoqiang casually bought a few pieces of hand-made products for Yang Keer, and bought a MODH.ECK tracker tactical survival knife that looked very good. The grotesque look of the saber is very cool, and I believe that I will like it.

Then I bought a few small gifts for Shangguan Qiaoyun and Yuan Yi. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that there was no need to go shopping~lightnovelpub.net~ Come to the restaurant with the hoe, drink tea, blow air conditioning and cool down .

Already after dinner, there are quite a few people in the hall, one by one, or drinking a small wine, chewing peanuts, or tea chatting with each other. It has become an alternative bar restaurant mix.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took a **** and sat in an elegant room. He called two cups of good tea. While drinking tea, he listened to people outside. He was sitting here basically with some identity characters, at least at any time. Take out a few hundred pounds of food stamps.

It seems that the scene is very messy. Almost every table is sitting. If you look closely, you will find that there are still a few small circles between them. Each circle has a leader who is the default leader. He dominates the topic. With people chatting or launching discussions, some publicity, loud voices, lest others do not know what they are talking about, some people are very low-key, a group of people sitting around and whispering, it looks a little sneaky.

The biggest voice in the field is a pockmark. The pock on the face of the persimmon is like the black sesame on the pancake. The sprinkle is everywhere. When you talk, the splash of saliva, let the men sitting around him concentrate on listening to him, from time to time. The sleeves wiped the saliva sprayed on the face.

Although the pockmarks spattered, there was no disappointment on the faces of others. Instead, a smile of YD was revealed, from time to time, or asked and asked for details.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care, raised the teacup, blew the heat, took a sip, and still remembered it in his mouth. In a word, the mouth of Mazi, such as Zhang Xiaoqiang’s ear, he sprayed at that time.

"You don't know, that foreign girl is called Sao. It's really enough to twist it. I shake my heart and itchy. And when she shows her Mimi, you will know what is called Boba. Seeing the foreign girl's pole dancing, it is no regrets."