Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

After coming out of Wang Sanjiang's house, Jiang Xiaochuan did not go directly to the greenhouse, but turned around and walked towards the Dragon King Temple.

This incident also sounded the alarm for him. As more and more ducks are bred in the future, there is no guarantee that this kind of thing will not happen again unless someone is hired to guard it.

He had this idea before and had a suitable candidate, the rag king of the village.

However, the old man suddenly disappeared a while ago, so it was delayed.

Speaking of the Rags King, Jiang Xiaochuan has a close relationship with him. In the past, when he was short of things at home, he always liked to go to the Rags King to find some good things he picked up.

They ranged from tables, chairs and benches to nail clippers and ear picks, so much so that during that period, the King of Rags ran away when he saw him.

After a long time, Jiang Xiaochuan felt sorry for him, and he also liked to go to Li Xiaoyan's place to order some wine to satisfy his craving. After going back and forth, the two of them could be said to have an irreversible friendship.

Since the Tattered King was an outsider, Jiang Xiaochuan only knew his surname was Wang, so he gave him the title of Tattered King.

Not only was the Rag King not angry about this, but he always grinned with his leaky front teeth when he was called that.

"I haven't seen this old guy for a long time. I don't know what good things I found again."

Jiang Xiaochuan muttered as he walked, and soon arrived at the house of the Rag King.

Rather than saying this is a home, it is more like a garbage dump, a yard surrounded by branches. There is garbage as far as the eye can see, and countless flies are buzzing and flying, which is annoying.

The house built with earthen walls had dozens of cracks as thick as an arm. Jiang Xiaochuan was really afraid that one day there would be a strong wind and he would bury this old guy alive.

But in Lao Wang’s words, it’s better this way, as it saves the need to open the windows.

"Old King."

When he walked to the door, Jiang Xiaochuan saw the Rag King coming out of the house and shouted quickly.

Hearing the sound, the Rag King hurriedly retreated back to the house, trying to close the door.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaochuan smiled. He knew that the Rag King had found something good, so he squeezed into the house in three steps and two steps at a time.

As soon as he entered, he found a black and white TV set on the originally empty broken cabinet.

As the snowflakes flickered, several girls with stunning figures were pole dancing.

Jiang Xiaochuan chuckled and stepped forward to take pictures of the TV twice. The originally blurry picture suddenly became much clearer.

"Okay, Lao Wang, now you're interested in pole dancing. Don't you want Widow Li in the village?"

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled and joked, but he knew that the one the Rag King missed most was Widow Li, the middle-aged lady in the village.

When he was drunk, he even knocked on the door, but when Widow Li was about to open the door, he turned around and ran away.

"Little bastard, don't talk nonsense. You can't try to get rid of my TV set. It took a lot of effort for me to get it back."

The Rag King hugged the TV tightly and looked at Jiang Xiaochuan warily.

"Look at your potential, you are dozens of years old."

Jiang Xiaochuan curled his lips, turned around and lay down in a dirty rocking chair.

After sniffing twice, he suddenly smelled the smell of alcohol. Following the smell, his eyes stopped at a plastic bottle covered with a plastic sheet.

"Old guy, why don't you go to Li Xiaoyan's place for a drink again? Hurry up and pour me a glass to try."

Jiang Xiaochuan rubbed his hands and winked at Breakthrough King.

Hearing this, the Tattered King's sallow old face rarely gained a trace of color, and he quibbled in a low voice, "I, I borrowed it."

Then he reluctantly picked up the plastic bucket and poured a small sip for Jiang Xiaochuan.

"Stingy."

Taking the wine cup, Jiang Xiaochuan put the wine into his mouth, smashed it a few times and commented, "Don't tell me, this borrowed wine is really damn good."

Hearing this, the Tattered King showed some gaps in his front teeth and smiled a little, but he still had an expression of pain.

"Yes, yes, I don't care about drinking it."

After giving the wine glass to the King of Rags, Jiang Xiaochuan lay down in the rocking chair leisurely again.

He stared at the spider webs on the beams and said happily: "Are you interested in showing me the duck shed? Five thousand a month."

"Show you the duck shed?"

The Rag King came over, "Did you raise those ducks?"

"How about it?"

Jiang Xiaochuan tilted his head and asked.

"So damn impressive."

The Rag King clicked his tongue.

Jiang Xiaochuan laughed to himself, "They are all dead."

"Okay!"

The Tattered King's eyes shone brightly, "Why don't we get a few of them to eat?"

"Nest grass!!"

Jiang Xiaochuan sat up from the recliner and suddenly realized an important issue.

If the Rag King showed him a duck, wouldn't it be equivalent to letting the wolf into the flock of sheep?

However, seeing that he had always taken good things from the Rag King, Jiang Xiaochuan still gritted his teeth and said: "I plan to raise another batch of ducks, and I want you to come over and show me, and I will give you five thousand yuan a month!"

I thought that the King of Rags would jump three feet high, but unexpectedly, he squatted under the wall without interest, took off his shoes and picked at his toes. The sour smell made Jiang Xiaochuan almost fall off the recliner.

"Can you please tell me something?"

Seeing that the Rag King was not very happy, Jiang Xiaochuan was very puzzled.

"Don't go."

The Rag King shook his head like a rattle.

"Don't go?"

Jiang Xiaochuan suspected that he had heard wrongly. He reiterated: "This is not five hundred, but five thousand. With this money, you can buy Li Xiaoyan's wine."

"Don't go."

The Rag King remained unmoved.

"Hey."

Jiang Xiaochuan got down from the recliner, squatted next to the Rag King and said, "Food and shelter included, two meat and two vegetables."

"Besides, if you have money, why do you still need to watch this thing?"

With that said, Jiang Xiaochuan pointed at the black and white TV and said domineeringly: "Go directly to the real person, and then you can do whatever you want."

These words aroused the interest of the Tattered King. He chuckled and said: "The relationship is good. It will be much clearer when you watch them dance." "

"You go to them just to dance?"

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled like a man.

"Why, do you think I have to pay them to watch me dance?"

The Tattered King opened his clear old eyes in confusion.

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaochuan realized clearly that the Rag King would never get Widow Li in his life.

However, he was not interested in this. Seeing that the Tattered King wanted to spit, Jiang Xiaochuan took advantage of the victory and said, "How about I get you another private room."

"No."

The Rag King still shook his head and refused.

The repeated rejections made Jiang Xiaochuan feel very strange. Others could not take away such a good thing.

Why is it that when he comes to the King of Rags, it’s like asking him to go up a mountain of knives and get down from a frying pan?

"You old boy don't have any other ways to make a fortune, do you?"

Since the Tattered King didn't want to go, he couldn't force it. After all, everyone had their own ambitions, but he still wanted to find out.

Feeling the doubtful gaze cast by Jiang Xiaochuan, Mr. Shattered Wang felt a little unnatural on his face.