C347 Sleepless Night

Xiao Qiang-Bing really opened his eyes today.

Huang Guzhu took a few wild onions and garlic and used a small knife to cut them carefully. After a few moments, he took them out.

The yellow root carried a bag of things with it. There was flour and salt. There was even pepper and tastebuds.

The packaging of pepper was tied with a shiny object. One look and one could tell that it was made of metal. Xiao Qiangbing asked curiously, What is it?

"Old Huang, what are you doing with this? Peacekeeping, I'm here to live my days. What kind of plastic rope is that? Throw it away. "

Huang Guzhu took out a drink and laid a piece of plastic on a rock. He poured the flour into a broken plastic bucket and began to mix the dough. After a while, he answered unhurriedly:

"That won't do. This thing is very useful. It's called a sawsaw. Have you heard of it?

We can open up a lot of things. If the wood is plastic or something, the movement will be small. We can complete it under the eyes of the enemy. At the same time. . . "

As this fellow speaks, he swiftly picks up the metal object and place it in his hand to shake it. He suddenly uses a beautiful action to strangle people to death and says domineeringly:

"How about it? When you're moving, just stuff it anywhere you want. It's not a burden, it's not a problem. Even if the bullets are used up, this can still kill people. "

Xiao Qiangbing was stunned by his sincerity and creativity. He looked at him again with hatred and hatred in his eyes. He really wanted to go up and kiss him a few times.

Watching Huang Genzhu cook on the spot was a form of enjoyment.

He originally thought that Xiao Qiangbing was clumsy, but he really did not expect that Xiao Qiangbing would be a professional when it came to making dumplings. His thick fingers suddenly pinched, and not a single dumplings that were cooked were broken.

After a while, the two of them carried the broken plastic bucket and walked back with 64 dumplings in it.

The yellow root stick smelled the fragrance and could not help but become addicted to it. It almost drooled.

"It smells so good. Little Ming, you have a good mouth. Who asked him to be small? We are older than him, so we won't eat. "

When the two of them reached the door, Old Huang called Little Ming out. He pointed at the plastic bucket on the ground and said mysteriously:

"Eat it. It smells delicious. There are 64 of them in total. Qiangzi and I are obligated to work. If you want to choose the first person, you can vote for me. "

Xiao Qiangbing, who was chewing, shut his mouth. After thinking for a few seconds, he quickly corrected:

"Ah, it's quite delicious. Look, Old Huang is so hungry that he has forgotten about it. There are 46 of them in total. I was just saying, it would be great if there were 50 of them. "

After saying that, Xiao Qiangbing quickly shut his mouth and pretended to sneeze as he turned his head around. He made Yellow Root scratch his head continuously and said, "That's not right. I remember that it's 64. "

Zhao Xiaoming ate very happily this meal and even created a special method to eat dumplings. The first one to savor the taste carefully was to swallow it from then on. He swallowed more than 40 dumplings in one go and suddenly picked up the plastic bucket. When he saw that it was gone, he couldn't believe his own eyes. Pointing at his mouth, he asked in confusion:

"Did, did, did I eat all of them?"

There was no need to ask. He ate all of them. Not a single one was left. He didn't even let anyone else eat them. In a moment, they were all gone.

Zhao Xiaoming had eaten his fill and was in a good mood. Xiao Qiangbing had eaten a lot of food just now. Now, his stomach was much more comfortable. On the other hand, Huang Yuanzhu had been hungry. He euphemistically said that the three of them could chat for a while.

After all, they had become roommates, and they still had to develop in the future.

Xiao Qiangbing was also sleepy, so he said perfunctorily, "Don't talk nonsense. Go to sleep. I still have things to do tomorrow. As for the three of us, I've been here for a long time. If you have some experience, just listen to me. As the saying goes, the train runs fast by the front of the train. . . "

He wanted to win over these two brothers. He wanted to have a helper in the future, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Zhao Xiaoming:

"What? There's another sentence. The train runs very fast. It all depends on the carriage. Just make some supper every day. How about I make it move? "

This fellow's brain reacted quickly, but his words were ear-piercing. Xiao Qiangbing wanted to scold him, but he heard a putrid sound coming from Xiaoming's side. After letting go of a series of farts, Zhao Xiaoming swaggered back to the dormitory.

Xiao Qiangbing and Huang Guzhu had not returned for a long time. They originally thought that Li Meng, Class Rep Li, was asleep, but when they went in, they realized that Li Meng was sitting on a sleeping bag inside a mosquito net with a bitter look on his face.

They did not know what it was. This fellow seemed to be furious, as if he had offended someone. His face was filled with anger, and he was ready to get angry.

It was Huang who was reasonable. He humbly asked a few questions in the past, and only then did he know why.

Li Meng's hometown was in the countryside. He had been working in the logistics class for a long time. Initially, in order to save on the cost of water and electricity, he decided to put it this way for the time being. He refused to use the air conditioner. Later on, he developed a problem:

He could not sleep while he blew on the air conditioner.

It was said that this problem had been opposed and denounced by countless people. Later, even Western medicine had seen it, but there was no result.

Now, it was good. Xiao Qiangbing had just laid down when Zhao Xiaoming started urging the yellow root pillar to adjust the air conditioner to the lowest 16 degrees.

When this fatty was full, he was like a python with a goat in his stomach. He was so hot that his entire body was wet. He kept coming. A few farts, that smell immediately changed.

Just as he finished adjusting the temperature, Li Meng seemed to have fallen into a summer heat. He was extremely anxious and anxious. He got up and went to close the door. More than an hour had passed, and Xiao Qiangbing could not take it anymore. He went up to Li Meng and whispered to him:

"Mengzi, can we do this? I'll cover you with the blanket. We have a meeting. "

This trick worked for more than ten minutes. Li Meng was also very strange. He tossed and turned and could not fall asleep. The noise was not loud, and it was not too cold either. It was only 20 degrees above zero. This guy started to turn the tables again.

After struggling until the latter half of the night, Xiao Qiangbing could not stand the two weirdos on his left and right. He sat up abruptly and pointed at the worn-out empty window. He angrily called out to Huang Guzhu, Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . . Xiao Qiangbing. . .

"Huang, you threw it away. Was it empty? It's your ancestors. And the two of you. . . "

He looked at the two of them fiercely. They even had slippers in their hands. If anyone were to shout, he would just cut them off. After he scolded them a few times, he suddenly realized that it was much better this time.

Zhao Xiaoming and Li Meng were tired of fighting this time. One half of their body was lying on the ground, while the other half was hugging their heads. They were already sound asleep.

Xiao Qiangbing had been preparing for a long time, but now he could not use it.

He had just laid down when he discovered a new problem.

Just now, the few of them had been noisy, but they had not found so many mosquitoes. Now, it might be the latter half of the night. There were fewer people to bite outside. There were swarms of mosquitoes. They came out of nowhere and started to buzz. People who heard it were not only annoyed but also worried. If these guys were to bite him, he would be even more worried.

In several peacekeeping zones around the world, there was a saying that the one who caused you to fall might not be the enemy's muzzle, but the sharp-mouthed Mozzie.