The best foodies in history

Chapter 325 Making a Deal with the Emperor's Underpants

"Who are these people!"

Han Zheng's mood suddenly fell to the bottom. Passing by Tian Shoucheng's house, Han Zheng told him that tomorrow, regardless of gender, all the two villages, regardless of gender, will go to the mountains to cut grass, and go home directly. Granddaughter who can stand it.

One step two steps one step two steps one step like a minion
Devilish pace
friction friction
rubbing on this slippery ground

friction friction
Devilish pace
As soon as he walked to the gate of his courtyard, he saw Yang Tuteng holding Xiaoqian's hand, stepping on the rhythm of his feet, singing devil-like steps along the way, which was called a vigorous effort.

"No one is really paralyzed. Brother Yang, can we be more careful? Be calm, we will have a lot of time to chatter in the future, hurry up and stop rubbing here, what should we do if we scare the child?"

Yang Tuteng shamelessly took Xiaoqian back to the courtyard with Han Zheng, because tomorrow they all had to go into the mountains to mow grass, and Han Zheng asked everyone to rest early, and the peaceful night flew by in sleep.

After breakfast, Han Zheng stood on the square at the entrance of the village and distributed tasks to the men, women and children of the two villages, "In the next few days, everyone has only one task, and that is to store a large amount of wild grass in the mountains, and pile them up in the square after harvesting. Just do it."

With a promise, men, women and children went into the mountains to harvest weeds together, and Xiaoqian was also assigned to Liu Shikun in a group of six. Chu Fangfang and Liu Haiyan have now fully adapted to the life of cultivation. Breathing the fragrance, he ran into the mountains like the wind.

"Brother Yang, you and I went to Bishui Town to see if there is a good place to choose a site to build a factory, or directly buy a factory as the site of our food company!"

Yang Toten's face is full of red now. The lingering passion last night made this guy regain his confidence. Xiaoqian has already thought about it after she died once. She is a smart woman. Now even if Yang Toten drives her away won't go.

"Wait a minute, Patriarch, I have business to do!"

Ancestor Chen Tuan, whose head was wrapped in gauze, suddenly popped up from the ground. Fortunately, Yang Toteng had seen a bull's head and horse face before, and his inner strength was already strong, but he was still shocked by Chen Tuan who suddenly appeared in a beggar's costume. Lie on the ground out of breath.

"Fuck, where did you get such a bastard from? How can I share the heavy responsibility for you in the future!"

Chen Tuan raised his oily foot and rubbed it against Yang Tuteng's face, "When I was paralyzed in Tudun just now, I accidentally stepped on the ****!"

Han Zheng looked up at the sky
After wiping his feet clean, Chen Tuan took out a three-quarter-length underpants with a dragon and phoenix pattern in his bosom, and he didn't know what kind of material it was. "Boy, this is the magic weapon I brought to exchange items with you today!"

Han Zheng looked at the crumpled underpants, rolled his eyes, and said, "I can't wear enough of these. Do you want to exchange shit with me with these underpants?"

Chen Tuan shook the big underpants in his hand with a look of contempt towards Han Zheng, and proudly told the origin and extraordinary features of this big underpants.

"Boy, do you know that this pair of pants is the magic weapon worn by Emperor Zhenwu. This magic weapon has unexpected effects. In addition to its strong defense, it can also change into a hundred kinds of clothing, including the clothing of the entire mortal world."

"Do you think this is a good treasure? Even Emperor Zhenwu himself only wore it once, and it has the emperor's signature on it. Boy, this pair of pants is definitely a treasure worth collecting!"

After listening to Chen Tuan's narration, Han Zheng snatched the big pants, and took off only a diaper in front of Chen Tuan, and put the dragon and phoenix pants on himself, "Don't say this Produced by Emperor Zhenwu, it is much better than Queen Mother Xi's stuff!"

The dragon and phoenix trousers are worn on the body, and they automatically change into a fit state according to Han Zheng's body shape, and input their own true energy into the trousers. With the movement of thoughts, a white halo flashes, and the well-fitting black tuxedo is put on. body.

"Tell me, what kind of food does Emperor Zhenwu want to exchange for? I am very satisfied with these pants!"

Ancestor Chen Tuan rubbed his hands, gritted his teeth and sighed: "Well, can you lend me that bellyband of Empress Huanxi for me to enjoy for a few days? Don't worry, Ancestor, I will never take yours for nothing. Get you a few elixir of Laojun."

Han Zheng didn't hesitate at all, he took out the red bellyband and threw it on Chen Tuan's face, then the patriarch Chen Tuan happily stuffed the bellyband into his bosom, "Boy, Emperor Zhenwu is a vegetarian, so this time the ancestor came here I'll bargain for you, a ton of all kinds of fruits and vegetables!"

In the storage warehouse, Han Zheng asked Chen Tuan to pick a total of one ton of ingredients, and the old man disappeared into the morning mist at the entrance of the village with the ingredients.

"Brother, no matter how I wash my face, it smells like stinky feet!"

Sitting on the road to Bishui Town, Yang Tuteng vomited in the drainage ditch at the entrance of the village for half an hour after waking up. Still lingering.

The smell made Han Zheng squat down and vomit, so he had to take out the grape juice mask and apply half a centimeter thick on Yang Tuteng's face, barely covering the unprecedented smell of stinky feet.

Parked the car on the streets of Bishui Town, and the two people who got out of the car and walked learned from the passers-by that four live prostitutes appeared in Bishui Town recently. Dirty is not afraid of being tired, and the excrement collected is spread into the land of the town.

At an earlier convenience kiosk at the crossroads of the town, I saw the four people squatting in the Jianlou squatting there, eating mustard mustard from the Tongqian Bridge with snow-white heads. Han Zheng couldn't bear to see the miserable four people in his heart. A roast chicken was brought out and thrown to them.

"Thank you, uncle, I wish you a lot of money!"

The four ragged Jianlou members thanked Han Zheng in unison, Xieya picked up the roast chicken and pulled out two thighs, and gave them to Jianlou and Duoyan, "I will eat the thighs of the elder brother and the second brother, and the neck and I will eat the earrings." And butt, save the rest of the body for dinner."

Watching this scene, Yang Tuteng burst into tears, and was about to take out a wad of banknotes to buy food for Si, but Han Zheng stopped him with his hand and asked him to take the money back.

"Put away your poor sympathy! You have to know that poor people must have something to hate. They should have redeemed their sins in this way and paid the price for the bad things they did before!"

Yang Tuteng didn't dare to argue with Han Zheng. He believed that Han Zheng's actions would not be unreasonable. From the fact that he cooked chicken for the four of them, he could feel that he felt sorry for the four of them, but he must have stopped him from giving money. These four people were really heinous people before.

The two walked all the way to the north of the town. This is already the upper suburb of Bishui Town. Most of the factories of some companies are located here. After inspecting around, Han Zheng locked his eyes on a new building.

It is a newly built four-story office building, and behind the building are six production workshops. This sign is set up on the gate, Fengda Comprehensive Industry Co., Ltd.

　Today is five more!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)