Chapter 1378

Pang is an ancient divine beast. It looks like a turtle. It is also called Baxia. It is good at loading and is often used as a stele. People who don't know it regard him more as a tortoise bastard.

Jiang Wuchen turned to look at the villager and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket to deliver it.

The villager knows that Jiang Wuchen looks young, but he is actually a rich gold master. He spends money to rebuild the spirit and emptiness concept. This is the big boss behind the scenes.

After receiving the cigarette, the villagers put it under their nose and smelled it. It's a good soft bag, Greater China. I'm not willing to smoke.

"Uncle, do you know this stone tablet?" Jiang Wuchen smiled.

The villager nodded and said, "yes, it was because this was a stone tablet that I fell out with ER Zamao, and the two families were beaten."

The villager said, staring at most a pack of cigarettes in Jiang Wuchen's hand.

Jiang Wuchen simply threw the cigarettes to the villagers. The villagers were willing to smoke one and lit it with a lighter. They took a beautiful sip, elated and elated.

"Come on, sit down and have a rest." Jiang Wuchen said.

The villager sat down with a little calculation in his eyes and said, "I know what you do, writer, right?"

Jiang Wuchen smiled and said, "what the supermarket aunt said."

The villager said with a smile, "all of you who are engaged in literary creation have money. You can do anything and publish a few books. The money is splashing."

Jiang Wuchen smiled awkwardly and said, "no book..."

"How do you make money?"

"It all depends on your rewards and earn a living. In fact, most writers are very poor, a few can make money, and most of them are just like office workers." Jiang Wuchen said.

"You must be the one who can make money. How much do you make a month?"

Jiang Wuchen is not a real writer. He knows this there. However, when he was a bully in Qizhou, he knew several online writers. Some earned hundreds and some thousands a month. These are unknown, famous and have a fixed readership. On the contrary, he can also step into a well-off society and become rich.

"How much do you think I can earn?" Jiang Wuchen smiled. He found that the villagers were very interested in his income.

"Not less than 10000."

"Almost." Jiang Wuchen nods.

The villager said, "do you want to know about the stone tablet? I told you, how much do you pay me?"

Jiang Wuchen frowns slightly. If the villager doesn't ask for it, he will give some. If he takes the initiative, he doesn't want to give it.

Although he doesn't want to give it in his heart, Jiang Wuchen will satisfy him if he can get some information.

"How much do you want?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

"Well, if you want to write a novel about what I said, you have to earn at least one hundred and eighty thousand. You can give ten thousand." the villager said.

Jiang Wuchen smiled and couldn't help thinking of a sentence. It seems that there are not all honest people in the countryside, and there are many evil people in the heart.

"Uncle, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not sure if I can write it. Sometimes it may be a pile of waste manuscripts and I can't earn a penny. If you want to say it, I'll listen. It's appropriate to go back. I'll buy you hundreds of cigarettes. If you don't want to, pull it down. What should you do and what to do?" Jiang Wuchen said impatiently.

The villager has worked in a big city at first sight. He is very cunning. He also knows how to look at people's eyes. Mosquito legs are thin. That's also meat. Don't take hundreds of yuan as money. Then he smiled and said, "young man, I think you are young and promising. I'll tell you. Listen first. Are you giving money?"

"Say."

"The stone tablet was stolen by me and ER Zamao!" the villagers whispered.

"Where did you steal it?"

The villagers looked around, saw no one, and told the situation. This villager is called Xu Guojun, nicknamed Da junzi, and ER Zamao is faxiao.

When they were young, they specialized in sneaking chicken and dogs. They were also reeducated through labor because of theft. Later, they broke the four old movement. They united with the people in the village to fight, smash and rob everywhere. Xiaobei village was poor and clean, with nothing to destroy and no landlords. One family used to be a soldier, but later lost the war and went to Nanwan.

The family has been fought more than ten times, and the old lady has become crazy. It was not interesting to fight her. Er Zamao thought of the Taoist temple on the mountain, so we went up the mountain together and destroyed all this feudal mess.

In this process, er Zamao and Da Junzi took a fancy to a stone tablet in the back mountain. The stone tablet was very flat. There was also a house just built by Wang Ba and ER Zamao's family. There was no front door wall, so they decided to take it away as the front door wall.

Although it was heavy, er Zamao and Da Junzi were also young and powerful at that time. They smashed it during the day and came again at night. They pushed the stone tablet down on a unicycle.

The road was hard to walk down the mountain. They spent a lot of effort and managed to get down anyway.

Only erzamao and dajunzi knew about this. Later, the stone tablet was always placed in erzamao's house. Later, the country and society became better and better.

The two men are also old. When the erzamao family built the house again, the stone tablet was used as a base to smash the bastard below. The two old guys failed to smash it with their best efforts.

In such a case, two old collectors came to the village. They saw the stone tablet and asked for 500.

Can they still sell this thing for money? Five hundred dollars. That's money.

However, they also passed through big cities, knew how to bargain, and finally traded for 2000 yuan. The money was taken and the stone tablet was given to others.

Da Junzi and ER Zamao got the stone tablet together. Da Junzi thought he would get half of the money for one person. Er Zamao disagreed. He said it was not worth money before. He had kept it in his house for decades. It was worth money because he kept it well.

Because of this, their decades of revolutionary friendship capsized, fought and cut their robes.

Dajunzi didn't expect to see this stone tablet here today. He recalled that year and sighed.

"Great writer, I'm finished. How much do you think it's worth?"

Jiang Wuchen smiled faintly. In front of him, the old man is a typical man who loves to take advantage and create trouble. This kind of person has no great promise in his life. His eyes are broken. Suddenly, he reminds him of Zhao Si, a character in a rural film and television play.

Jiang Wuchen took out 200 yuan, "that's all at most."

Da junzi tutted and said, "very little, I want to buy some wine for ER Zamao and burn it... Your boss, this guy is picky and picky. Add more!"

"Don't pull it down." Jiang Wuchen prepares to put the money away.

"OK." Da Junzi took away 200 yuan. "He should have drunk Yanghe, but now he should burn a knife. What else do you want to know?" he only earns 200 yuan a day here. He can earn 200 yuan by chatting with Jiang Wuchen casually. If he can, he is willing to talk like this forever.

About these things, Jiang Wuchen can actually forcibly search for them directly from dajunzi's soul through soul penetration, but that will cause irreversible damage to his soul.

Answer the question often asked by girlfriend two days ago: girlfriend and mother fall into the water. Legally, they have the obligation to help their mother. If they can help but don't, they may establish the crime of omission. For girlfriends, if they still stay in the girlfriend stage, there is no explicit obligation to rescue in the law. If they do not rescue their drowning girlfriend, they will not cause a crime and may be morally condemned.