Chapter 002 enticing Ma Sanwa

Zhao Ba Neng's eyes were poisonous, and he suddenly jumped up from the same place and kicked Ma Sanwa's chest!

Although Ma Sanwa is as strong as the Black Tower, Zhao Ba Neng's foot is not a random kick. Ma Sanwa can't avoid it at all. He staggers back two steps and sits on the dirt road. The solid mud was harder than the wood, and Ma Sanwa's buttocks were burned by the fire.

"Poor boy, do you want to go to the city with me to get rich?"

Before Ma Sanwa waved his fist and counterattacked, Zhao Ba could throw the bait out.

"To make a fortune?"

Ma Sanwa's fist suddenly stopped.

Zhao Ba can be famous in Mashan Tuner. Even Ma Sanwa, a rising star, actually grew up looking up at Zhao Ba Neng's back. It can be said that Ma Sanwa's today is Zhao Ba Neng's yesterday. Originally, Ma Sanwa thought that she could step on the ground today and replace her idol for many years, but Zhao Ba Neng's vision had jumped out of Ma Shantun, which made Ma Sanwa have a major illusion in her heart that she would never catch up with Zhao Ba Neng's footsteps.

"Money!"

Zhao Ba Neng narrowed his slender eyes and kept rubbing and rubbing his three fingers in front of Ma Sanwa. "Money can push ghosts, Ma Sanwa, are the women in the city beautiful?"

"Beautiful!"

"Do you like it?"

Ma Sanwa blushed, after all, he is only 15 years old.

"Look at your shrimp ball! Don't say you are not hard? Say, do you like it?"

"Gulu!"

Ma Sanwa swallowed his saliva and nodded.

"Are they looking at you?"

Ma Sanwa lowered her head. He was severely hit by Zhao Ba Neng, but he quickly raised his head again: "As you look like Zhu Bajie, they still won't look at you straight!"

"Bullshit! I can make money. If I have money, there will be women!" Zhao Ba can laugh and said, "Kid, how about going to the city with me? With money, you can have as many women as you want!"

"My mother said that one woman is enough, but Brother Ba Neng, can you really make money by taking me to the city?"

"That's for sure!"

Before leaving with Ma Sanwa, Zhao Ba Neng must still say hello to Ma Sanwa's father, Uncle Ma.

Uncle Ma is the village head of Majiatun. For the people of Majiatun, this position is hereditary to Uncle Ma's family. Since liberation, his family has been the village head, and Uncle Ma has been the fourth village head of their family.

Uncle Ma, who was rattling with a cigarette rod, squatted at the door like a horse monkey, lying beside him, and his tongue hung his mouth-watering mountain dog and looking at Zhao Ba Neng with mischievous eyes - when stealing chickens, Zhao Ba Neng dealt with this dog a lot. In Zhao Ba Neng's view, this dog is about to become sperm. He can smell the meat stained with rat medicine. Later, he can't even smell anything stained with Zhao Ba Neng.

Like the village head Ma, this dog called "Black" is the dog of the whole village. I don't know how many three-child dog grandchildren have entered Zhao Ba Neng's belly. It's strange that it can have a wink at Zhao Ba Neng.

"Are you going to take Sanwa into the county?" He smashed a cigarette stick on the earth embryo brick, and Uncle Ma's old face full of gullies was raised, and the sun fell on it like a piece of rags divided by wrinkles. The dry mouth is a little black, but the eyes can't see any turbidity.

Zhao Ba can nod, "I will take Wuqing and Ma Sanwa away. Will you bear to stay in Tun'er for the rest of your life to deal with Tukela?"

Uncle Ma narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to see Zhao Ba.

"In recent years, you have caused the scourge of our children. If you want to leave, 72 families in the whole Ma family will set off firecrackers, but Ma Sanwa is my internal village head. You can't just take them away, can you?"

Uncle Ma is almost 50 years old this year. Seeing that he will be a grandfather in the second half of the year, will he decide Ma Sanwa, the third son who was almost taken care of, to be the village head? Zhao Ba Neng rolled his eyelids. He knew that Ma Dawa was mature and steady. Now he was the village secretary. The year before last, he married a girl from a neighboring village as his wife. Now his little daughter-in-law's round belly can be used as a hydrangea. No matter how you look at it, Ma Sanwa is like a by-product of Uncle Ma and his wife, otherwise she will not lack such discipline.

'You old man, I'm afraid you want to blackmail me, right?'

Majiatun actually has no good people, otherwise he would not have been the best of Ma Sanwa.

Throwing a piece of paper lightly, Zhao Ba can squint and say, "What the master left proves that the Taoism and the front and rear fields belong to your Ma family. Tut, when your grandson quacks in the second half of the year, you can justly give him a piece of fat land and exchange it for a worthless by-product. Are you satisfied?"

A shadow faster than the horse monkey picking fruit flashed, and the piece of paper that had just floated in the air disappeared in an instant. Uncle Ma patted the big head of the black man beside him: "That's right, good, what a good boy!"

"Ma Sanwa, have you packed up? Your father sold you to me, and you are two pieces of land!" Zhao Ba Neng turned his head without looking at Uncle Ma and shouted at the three-entry tile house.

"What's the roar? It scares my daughter-in-law. Will you pay for it?" Uncle Ma stared at those old eyes and said, "Get out of here. I'm upset. If the third child dies, remember to send the ashes back to me!"

"Dad... I'm leaving!" In fact, Ma Sanwa didn't pack anything, just two clothes and a pistol cut by his brother with wood.

The wood is a pimple of elm wood, which is vividly cut and coated with a layer of dark oil paint, but at the corner, the oil paint has fallen off a lot, revealing gray-white wood grain. This is a farmer's child's toy, which makes Wu Qing look at the toy that swallows his saliva.

"Let's go, have you kowtowed to your mother?"

Ma Sanwa touched the dust on her forehead and nodded.

"Live well and don't beat people randomly. If you are arrested by the police, let me beat you to death!"

"Master, you are really going to be arrested by the police. Where are you going to beat people?" Zhao Baeng curled his lips. The village head said as if Ma Sanwa must do evil if he followed him. In that case, why did he agree?

"Zhao Ba Neng, there is no name on Ma Jiatun's genealogy, but in the past six years, Ma Jiatun has never treated you as an outsider. Help me take Sanwa. After coming back, I will return you the land deed and give Sanqing a golden body!"

There is a bus station 80 miles away from the dirt road at Majiatunkou. There is only one bus in the station, which is the only entrance and exit for people from ten miles and eight townships around Majiatun to Xihong City in the county.

Xihong City is a county-level city with more than 200,000 long-term residents within the urban area. It is not a city, but a county seat.

The landmark building in Xihong City is a 50-storey building with an all-glass curtain wall. Two two-way eight lanes meet at the foot of the building. A circular pedestrian bridge crosses the intersection, closely connecting the whole building with the surrounding buildings.

"Wazi, Wuqing, you two should be energetic!"

Zhao Ba can wear a floral shirt, a pair of shorts on his lower body, slippers and smoke in his body, like a hooligan.

Compared with him, Ma Sanwa and Wuqing walking behind him looked like two small farmers who had just entered the city to work, with dark skin tones and nervous eyes. After seeing them, the neighbors couldn't help covering their wallets and keeping their distance.

The shadow of the building pressed down through the glass roof on the pedestrian bridge, making Ma Sanwa and Wuqing feel breathless. Only Zhao Ba can hold his head high and short hair seem to poke a hole in the sky.

"Brother Neng, I'm hungry." Wuqing and Ba Neng have been pulling their faces for a long time. In fact, Ma Sanwa, who is twice as strong as Wu Qing's. He was hungry for a long time, put his chest against his back, but it was difficult to speak. He knew that Zhao Ba Neng should be more hungry. He ate two steamed buns in the morning, and Wu Qing ate one.

Go down the footbridge, which is a famous bar street in Xihong City.

It is also strange to say that Xihong City has a small resident population, but night entertainment is long-lasting, which may have a lot to do with Xihong City itself as a commercial tourism city. In Xihong City, there are many travelers and businessmen who come in and out every day. Some of them come to spend money and make money. It is these turbulent north and south tourists that have injected infinite vitality into the Xihong City.

Zhao Ba could narrow his eyes in the strong sunlight and sweep along the facades on both sides of the bar street. All kinds of strange signs turned into fixed color photos in his pupils. Finally, he chose a bar called "Fate in Wine".