Hu Xiaocao got two identical answers. Although it was unclear, his meaning was clearly expressed.
Moreover, Cai Gen did not refuse directly. This is the normal beginning of a good thing, and it is enough.
If I continue to say it, I am using too much force and being too explicit.
He took out two more cigarettes from the small flower satchel behind him and placed them on the table. Hu Xiaocao smiled innocently,
"Cai Gen, let's make an agreement then. Let's take a look and see that cigarettes are not good, so I'll just smoke them. They are vulgar things anyway."
After saying that, Hu Xiaocao went down to put on her shoes, closed the door and left.
Xiao Sun looked in the direction of the door and asked Cai Gen doubtfully,
"Third uncle, what did you promise her? What did you say? Why didn't I understand?"
Cai Gen's eyes were fixed on the two cigarettes on the table, and an unspeakable word was on his lips. However, he didn't say it until Hu Xiaocao left.
"Hey, it feels like they asked me for something, but they didn't say anything. I didn't refuse or agree. That's probably what they meant.
But that’s not the point. It would be great if these two cigarettes could be cashed in, they cost more than a thousand.”
Xiao Sun didn't care about the cigarette, but someone came to care about Cai Gen, which made him very nervous.
"Third uncle, you can't agree easily. You said that you were ill this time, including Tuantuan's affairs. You were the one who helped me blindly and caught up with things.
We can't keep suffering. Even if we agree this time, we must first negotiate the benefits, otherwise, everything will be lost."
Looking back carefully at the past, whether I offended Zhao Daniu or Lin Wo, it was not my fault. It was all my fault for doing others a favor, and I felt aggrieved.
When it comes to a sense of justice, everyone has it, and Cai Gen is no exception. However, it requires strong strength to support it, in order to have the confidence to maintain justice.
Cai Gen obviously lacks self-confidence at the moment. Although he has barely survived crises in the past, he is so passive that people really feel unsure.
"Xiao Sun, what do you think they are trying to do? We have been living like this for thousands of years, and now we suddenly can't live anymore?"
Xiao Sun lay flat on the kang, looked at the ceiling, and guessed,
"Who doesn't want to live a good life? They probably won't be satisfied. It is said that these old guys also lived in prosperity thousands of years ago.
It’s just that you’ve been tricked, so don’t give up.”
Well, I've seen this in a book, I don't know if it's true or not, but anyway, you still have to be in awe of a race that has a history.
As the old saying goes, those who go up the mountain should not look down on those who go down the mountain. Although they are going downhill, after all, people have seen the scenery at the top of the mountain and it is better than those who go up the mountain.
"Then, Xiao Sun, why do they think I can help them live a better life? I haven't lived a good life myself yet."
Xiao Sun stared at the ceiling. He did not answer Cai Gen, but whispered,
"Third uncle, there is someone on the roof, no, there is something, and they have left."
Seeing Xiao Sun's nervousness, Cai Gen was troubled. Why didn't he stop at Mr. Huang's territory?
It shouldn’t be. It’s not just their base camp, it’s also a stronghold. Why are evil monsters so blind and looking for trouble here?
Soon, Eyeless Appeared.
The door was opened again. I don't know if the door lock is a decoration. Anyway, it doesn't give people any sense of security.
If you want to enter, you can enter at will, just like the market.
The first person to enter the house was Butt. An old man in black walked backwards into the house, carrying a glass jar, and then another old man came.
The glass jar is more than one meter high and can barely fit through the door. It is filled with yellow liquid and there are many impurities entangled in it.
The two old men carried the five to six hundred kilogram glass jar, which was not very strenuous. After entering the house, they began to greet Cai Gen.
"It was inconvenient because there were so many people just now. Let me introduce you formally. My name is Chang Wufu and his name is Mang Qingshan. Hello, brother Cai Gen."
Saying that, Chang Wufu extended his hand to Cai Gen to express friendship.
Chang Jia, Chang Wufu, has a tall frame but is very thin. He wears a black cotton coat that looks like it is hanging on a clothes rack, and he keeps wandering around with his movements.
He looks very ordinary, with age-appropriate wrinkles on his face, but he is very white, probably because he doesn't get exposed to the sun often.
The eyes are quite special, they are long and slender. When Cai Gen is stared at, he will unconsciously feel a chill. It should be a racial characteristic.
Cai Gen quickly walked from the kang to the edge, squatted and shook hands with Chang Wufu. He could not feel his body temperature, but he was very warm.
Mang Qingshan, who came in with the tank next to him, did not extend his hand, but just nodded to Cai Gen, indicating that he was polite.
This Mang Qingshan is short in stature, probably only about 1.6 meters tall. He is a kind of man with an axle, not tall but very strong, which can be seen from his bulging clothes.
There are far fewer wrinkles on his face, his face is red, and he has rosacea, as if he has been drunk all the time. His eyes are very similar to Chang Wufu's, both are slender and slender.
They nodded, but Cai Gen didn't reach out and nodded in the same way. Everyone was polite.
I met these two at the dinner table just now. They didn't talk as much as Huang Santai and Hu Chunmei, and they were relatively cool-tempered.
It's just that the looks are indeed very different between those of the Huang family and the Hu family. At least they all have a pair of big, spiritual eyes.
The eyes of these two looked like they were looking at dead people, and Cai Gen felt uncomfortable.
With a pair of dead eyes and a friendly expression that he tried hard to pretend to be, Chang Wufu acted like a spokesperson and took the lead in speaking,
"Brother Cai, to be honest, it was the two of us in the room just now. I didn't mean any harm, I just wanted to see what kind of person you are."
Isn't it bad to have normal interactions? Is it a unique angle to observe people from flying over the walls? Cai Gen was speechless for a while.
You are all great immortals. Just be happy with yourself. Privacy, rights, and respect are all irrelevant. It doesn’t matter.
"We were there when the eldest sister of the Hu family came just now, and we saw that Brother Cai is indeed a master, and his words and actions are impeccable.
We, the Chang Mang family, advance and retreat together, and we don’t have a roundabout character, so we can’t learn from the Hu and Huang families.
I'll just say it straight."
Uncle, you just don’t consider the characteristics of your species. You come into the room and talk a lot without getting to the point. Isn’t this a detour?
Is it necessary to set up so much? Who doesn’t understand what you want to say?
Cai Gen continued to be polite, motioned the two elders to get on the kang, sit down and said.
The two old men seemed to really dislike normal interactions and refused to go to the kang. Chang Wufu continued,
"The kang is too hot and we are afraid of burning up. It is cooler underground.
Our family wants to make friends with Brother Cai. You must help us if we have something to do in the future.
This jar of wine is our meeting gift. Whether it is heavy or not, you must accept it.
Qingshan, I’ve finished talking, do you have anything to add?”
Next to him, Mang Qingshan gently touched the glass jar with his hand, as if he really loved it. His eye circles turned red when he touched it.
"Anyway, this is the greatest sincerity of our two families. It's up to you."
After saying that, Mang Qingshan opened the door directly and went out.
